Chapter 1059: Yin Mo's hands

He Chen was forced to stand still, and the strong perfume smell came into the

woman's body through his nose.

He lowered his eyes, pulled her away with great force, and flicked a few

meters away, his brows were cold and cold, "Tongue is cut if it's useless."

The woman retreats staggeringly, her eyebrows and eyebrows are embarrassed,

but she pouted and complained, "Brother-in-law, you are so rude..."

At the same time, Yin Mo got up and walked out with the folder, He Qing's eyes

were smiling but not smiling, and there was joy in his eyes.

There is nothing wrong with men's lust, but every time He Chen tempts a woman,

she is a big-minded woman.

For example, at this moment, no amount of music can cover the loud applause.

He Qing took a sip of the wine, raised his eyes slightly, but soon frowned his

sword eyebrows.

Outside the elegant seat, the woman was holding her left face in disbelief,

her chest undulating violently, she was obviously very angry.

Yin Mo stared at her blankly, with a cold and fierce expression, "I don't have

a sister."

He Qing clenched her fingers and couldn't tell what it was like. Is she

brainless or mentally retarded?

asked her to fight He Chen, she went to fight Cheng Wen instead.

On the other side, He Chen turned his head to look at Yin Mo, and in the next

second he pulled her hand on her palm and rubbed it, her brows returned to her

usual frivolousness, "Why do you do it yourself when you hit someone? Does

your hand hurt? "

Yin Mo glanced at him, "A little bit."

He Chen squeezed her hand and kissed her mouth twice, "Does it still hurt?"

"better."

The name of the woman who was beaten was called Cheng Wen. At this time, she

was dumbfounded. Are you two people?

Even the bodyguard next to him couldn't help but look away, and his mood was

extremely complicated.

He Chen was very kind to the sister-in-law of Cheng Wen because of his love

for the house and the Wu.

Now... It’s really not what it used to be.

"Brother-in-law, you actually let her fight...ah..."

Cheng Wen with tears in her eyes, looked at He Chen grievedly and cried.

Who knows that before she finished speaking, Yin Mo slapped her right cheek by

surprise, "You call his brother-in-law to try again?"

He Chen squeezed his forehead and laughed so hard that he wrapped Yin Mo's

belt into his arms, and exclaimed angrily, "Still?"

"Do you feel bad?" Yin Mo's complexion was flat, but the corners of her lips

were not hard to see her displeasure.

He Chen took the documents she had clamped under her arms and threw them

directly on the ground. He pulled Yin Mo's hands and rubbed them, and called

out, "Atai."

The words came to an end, and a man in a black suit walked over to the bar not

far away, "Brother Chen, your orders."

He Chen lightly rubbed Yin Mo's palm, raised his eyebrows and gestured to

Cheng Wen, "If she has a bitch, you come and hit."

"Brother-in-law..." Cheng Wen puffed down her tears, "You treat me like this,

sister, if she knows..."

He Chen's handsome face suddenly sank, which made Yin Mo pursed his lips and

frowned.

Is his sudden expression because of Cheng Wen's words or because...thinking of

her sister?

Yin Mo knew that she shouldn’t care about the past, but if He Chen would still

be affected by the other party, she might really have no choice but to mind.

At this moment, He Chen covered his face in a gloomy atmosphere, coldly

staring at Artest who was bewildered behind him, stretched his leg and kicked

him, "Did you ** hear what I said?"

Artest scratched his head entangledly, "Brother Chen, hitting a woman... isn't

it right?"

"Is she your woman?"

Atay shook his head and glanced up and down at Cheng Wen in a daze, "I don't

want to be like this, it's too shameless, I can't help it."

He Chen curled up his thin lips playfully, and when he walked into the lounge

with Yin Mo in his arms, he sneered and said: "Then, just, hit."

The next second, Artest nodded reluctantly and said: "Let's do it."

Cheng Wen stopped crying, and didn't dare to call He Chen brother-in-law

again, she could only stare at Artai vigilantly, took out her phone from the

pocket of her long skirt, and quietly sent a message.

In the lounge, He Chen and Yin Mo sat opposite He Qing. None of the three

spoke, and the atmosphere was strangely quiet.

He Qing took out the cigarette from his pocket and brought it to his mouth to

look at Yin Mo, "Miss Yin really opened my eyes."

"You have little knowledge and face to speak?" He Chen stepped on the coffee

table with one leg, and said with a wicked smile, "He Qing, will your peanut-

sized brain work ** women?"

He Qing lowered his head and lit his cigarette, the faint mist blurred his

gloomy look, "What you said, Miss Yin and I are old acquaintances, drinking

and chatting, is it possible that you still need your permission?"

Wait for He Chen to speak, He Qing smiled deeply, "Or...are you afraid of

repeating the same mistakes?"

"Not an old acquaintance. Mr. He, I am not familiar with you."

No matter what He Qing tried to provoke the divorce, Yin Mo could dismantle

the platform calmly.

He Chen with one leg on his knees, rubbing Yin Mo's head, sneered sideways,

"Have you heard?"

He Qing shook his head without a different color, and pointed at Yin Mo with

his cigarette-clamped hand, "Miss Yin, we just... didn't say that."

Yin Mo looked at He Chen, who raised his eyebrows slightly, and said bluntly:

"He just asked me to slap you."

He Qing: "..."

He Chen: "..."

Yin Mo seems to have a trait that can make any turbulent scenes big and

speechless.

He Qing first felt Yin Mo was not stupid, but said she was shrewd and far-

fetched.

The only explanation is that the brain circuit is unusual.

At this time, He Qing took a deep look at Yin Mo, leaned over and lit the

soot, and said shockingly, "He Chen, I heard that your little lychee has been

waiting for you all these years. When you are holding your new love, just a

little bit. Don't miss her either?"

Yin Mo couldn't help but tilted his head to look at the ground outside the

gauze curtain. The document left by He Chen casually was still lying there

without anyone caring.

Little litchi... is it Cheng Li?

Yin Mo grabbed his finger, the name "Little Lychee..." sounds so good.

He took it?

Well, Yin Mo’s brain circuit is very strange, she lowered her head and thought

for a long time, and asked in a light tone: "Do you like lychees?"

He Qing: "..."

He Chen closed his eyes, scraped her teeth across her lower lip, dragged her

into her arms forcefully, lowered her head and licked her earlobe, "I like

you."

This is the first time He Chen says he likes her.

Although the occasion is wrong, it does not affect his performance.

This kind of scene will only increase in the future. Misunderstandings will be

buried deeply, and problems will occur sooner or later. It is better to solve

them on the spot.

Yin Mo heard his untimely confession and nodded with no expression, "Oh."

He Qing laughed, and laughed forward and backward, "Miss Yin, you are so silly

and cute, do you believe what a man utters?"

Yin Mo blinked innocently, "Why can't you believe it? Didn't you just say what

you just said?"

He Qing stopped smiling, his eyebrows gradually stiffened with mockery and

contempt, "You have a good relationship with Li Qiao?"

"Li Qiao?" Yin Mo seemed to think in a daze for a few seconds, "Oh, you mean

Ye Ye's wife?"

(End of this chapter)