Chapter 135

Mo Yanchen is downstairs. After dealing with the good things, Mo Wen has left. He answers Mo Qiu's phone call and hangs up without saying anything.

There was no movement upstairs. He cleaned up the papers and went upstairs directly. Shen Chengjing was listening to the song and looking at the script.

Although at home is very leisure, but does not mean that she forgot his business! She likes acting and wants to act, which is her mother's wish and her own, so she doesn't forget to recite the script in her spare time.

"Drop." At this time, a message came in. She took the mobile phone and saw that it was from Liu Sijie.

Undoubtedly, he asked her about her recent situation and made fun of her. He also said that she would not be in city a for a short time and let her take care of herself.

After reading it, she stretched out and looked at the empty room. She walked towards the side room. Mo Yanchen came out of the bathroom, wearing a nightgown and wiping his wet short hair with a towel.

"Uncle, are you finished?" She came in.

He was close, with a refreshing peppermint smell, which was very nice.

"Well, almost." He said, directly to the desk, notebook is still open, I do not know what he is doing data, anyway, she can not understand.

He sat on the delicate chair, put the towel to one side, and his fingertips beat back and forth on it! Shen Chengjing turned her head and put her body close to him. She put her little hand in front of the table and said to him, "what are these

"Internal performance reports." He whispered, his fingertips pounding on it.

"Oh." She heard about it, but she frowned. What company? He's a soldier, isn't he? What does it have to do with the company?

But when I think of Mohist, it seems that there is a company. Moreover, his uncle's son is a president, isn't he? For this reason, she did not think too much.

She looked at his slender and good-looking fingers and couldn't move her eyes until he reached out to close the notebook and looked at her face on her side. He smiled deeply, grabbed her waist and took her into his arms.

"Ah." She was held by him and fell into his arms. The hot skin of the man touched her, and her small face was buried in his arms. Listening to his powerful heartbeat, her small face was very red.

Her small hand against his chest, he bowed his head, masculine spray in her ears, itchy.

"Don't do that, uncle." She struggled a little, but was firmly controlled, sitting on his lap.

He reached out and gently lifted her hair, as if playing with it, elegant, but with a little evil.

"Don't do that?" His low and calm voice, like a nobody, questioned her suspiciously.

Is Shen Chengjing stupid? This all embraces her waist, and forces her to sit on his thigh. The act of lifting her hair just now is too ambiguous. What else do you want from her?

"Well, it's not very good for us to do this." She cleared her throat and poked him in the arm.

"What's wrong?" He didn't understand and asked.

He's not that sexy. Feeling and thin lips, gently touching on her earrings, itching, make her body a moment of stiffness, small hand subconsciously want to grasp what.

"Look at this." His hand crossed her, across her chest, and his body slightly forward. He opened the drawer, took out a beautiful and exquisite gift box and handed it to her.

She took the gift box, looked up in doubt, and looked into his black eyes. Her eyes were light and soft, but she could not see the slightest intention of him.

"Open it up." That low voice, at the moment, but some magnetic husky, like what in tolerance.