Outright Favoritism Chapter 1088: : The best choice

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As He Chen said, Yin Mo did not encounter difficulties when she left the country, and the other party directly stamped and released her without carefully looking at her passport information.

London Port Royal Hotel.

Yin Mo walked into the suite and stood in front of the grille window in the living room, overlooking the whole city.

I haven't come back for a few months, familiar and strange.

The warm body approached from behind, He Chen held her on the window sill with both hands, and confined her in his arms, "Baby, how about touching the scene?"

Yin Mo turned his head and yelled at him, "No. What do you want to do when you come to the British Emperor?"

"Ding Dong——"

Without waiting for He Chen's answer, the doorbell rang outside the hallway.

Yin Mo raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and moved the man's hand away to open the door.

He Chen stopped her movement and glanced at the door not far away, "You don't have any legs? Do you still need me to invite you in?"

The concealed door was pushed open at the right time, and Feng Yi walked in in a British suit with a faint smile, "It's not better than you, I'm polite."

When Yin Mo saw Feng Yi, he was startled, and then subconsciously nodded, "Fuer..." Young Master.

"Well, just ask him to cover the second cover." He Chen pulled Yin Mo back into his arms and fastened it.

Feng Yi: "..."

Not long after the two men sat on the sofa chatting, Yin Mo sensibly went to the small bar to make tea.

Feng Yi took off his coat, straightened out the vest on his body, raised his eyes and looked at the other side, "Selected?"

He Chen languidly tilted Erlang's legs, looked at the woman not far away, and drew his lips deeply, "The best choice."

Feng Yi rubbed his pocket watch on his chest and smiled narrowly. "It seems that Captain Yin does have something to do with others. It is really extraordinary for the prodigal son to receive his heart."

Look at the eye-catching hickey on Yin Mo's neck to know how crazy He Xiaosi is.

"Why?" He Chen raised his eyebrows maliciously. "The princess that you took advantage of is no exception?"

Feng Yi squinted at him helplessly, leaned over and picked up the cigarette case from the table, "You mouth, can she stand it?"

He Chen licked his lips freely, "You have no chance to try."

Try Nima.

Feng Yi maintained a gentleman's manner and did not scold him. When he lowered his head and lit his cigarette, he said in a vague voice: "I checked Yin Mo's information. It is still in the archives of the British police station. It is not difficult to transfer it. , But she is dead now, why don't you just give her an identity in Nanyang?"

"Trouble."

Feng Yi raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, "Can it be more troublesome than transferring files?"

He Chen glanced at him, "I care so much, I am happy."

"He Xiaosi..." Feng Yi looked at his handsome face, and then sighed with surprise, "I haven't found you so devoted when talking about love, like a very loyal and good man."

He Chen didn't bother to pay attention to his teasing, resting his head on the back of the chair, and said in a deep voice: "It's not enough to take Yin Mo away. I will take all the files of the three Yin family."

Feng Yi gave a thumbs up, "Really a good son-in-law of the Yin family."

"Not comparable to you, the earl of the royal family."

Feng Yi got used to He Chen’s poisonous tongue. After the two chatted a few more words, he asked intently: “Li Qiao was able to retreat with the Yin family back then, didn’t she re-identify them?” /

"The Yin family is not her responsibility. Besides...you make a woman in the late pregnancy worry about other people's affairs all day long. It's dead to be Shaoyan?"

He Chen believes that if he doesn't make a move, Li Qiao will definitely settle everything for Yin Mo in time.

But now that Yin Mo has him, he naturally doesn't need Li Qiao to bother.

Feng Yi pressed down the corner of his mouth clearly, staring at He Chen’s serious look, and couldn’t help but laugh, “I really don’t know what you want. It’s easier and faster to give her a new identity, but you have to Stay near and seek far."

He Chen snorted with a look of "What do you guys understand", "Aren't you people who grew up with the British emperor have an EQ of 29?"

Feng Yi pursed his lips displeasedly, and did not have a gentlemanly speaking, "Don’t **** bullshit, I’m 76."

"Normal people are 80." He Chen pressed his cheek with a grin on his face.

Feng Yi pinched his cigarette and picked up his coat and stood up, just as Yin Mo folds back into the living room with a teacup.

Seeing this, Feng Yi dusted the vest, and said with a gentle expression: "Brother Yin, it's very hard to be with Xiaosi, right?"

He Chen felt bad, so he got up and urged, "Feng Xiaoer, hurry up and go to Laozi."

Yin Mo did not untie Feng Yi's intention, but out of courtesy he responded: "No, no hard work."

Feng Yi smiled intriguingly, "Do you mind if he had a woman before?"

Sure enough, He Chen knew he had no good words.

Feng Xiaoer's coercion is the most confusing, and his usual trick is to rely on his gentleman's demeanor and not to do personnel affairs.

At this time, Yin Mo's low EQ played a role, "Do you need to mind?"

She thought that Feng Yi was talking about He Chen’s love affairs in the past. After thinking about it, she tentatively asked a lie that made Feng Yi’s soul tremble: “Does it... Princess Margaret minds your past? ?"

He Chen immediately grasped the key point, stepped forward and leaned over to look at Yin Mo, "Baby, does he have a past?"

To be reasonable, I don’t know much about Feng Yi’s love history.

After all, he was in the British emperor, separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, and the brothers would not inquire about such gossip.

Yin Mo looked left and right, and said indifferently: "I don't know much, but I heard people mention it occasionally. The second back cover... The son has been with many noble daughters."

"Fuck." He Chen raised his leg and kicked Feng Yi, "You hide deep enough?"

Feng Yi put on his suit jacket without embarrassment and cleared his throat, "Brother sister, are you unfamiliar with Marguerite?"

Yin Mo said he was not familiar with it.

"Very good." Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "Go now, see you later."

For the first time, He Chen saw Feng Yi, who had always been calm and self-conscious, deflated, and suddenly he put Yin Mo's shoulders on him and laughed hard.

After Feng Yi left, he kissed Yin Mo's face twice, "Baby, you are so **** cute."

Yin Mo blinked inexplicably, holding the tea cup with a dazed expression, completely unaware of what happened.

He Chen couldn't help but took the cup in her hand, turned around and pressed the person on the sofa, inevitably it was another deep kiss of extreme devotion.

For a long while, he let go of Yin Mo, looked at the panting woman under him, rolled his Adam's apple and asked her: "Baby, do you like the church or the auditorium?"

Yin Mo's eyes were blurred, and it was obvious that she couldn't return to God from being kissed. After a long time, she said two words according to her preference, "Church."

He Chen lowered his head to the corner of her mouth and continued to ask: "Do you like white or red?"

"White."

He Chen raised his upper body, his eyes dripping softly, "Do you like Western food or Chinese food?"

Yin Mo will answer every question: "Western food."

He Chen's speech speed gradually accelerated, "Am I good-looking or Feng Yi is good-looking?"

"You look good."

The corners of He Chen's lips rose, and he quickly asked the last question again, "Do you like me or Feng Yi?"

"Like you."

He Chen smiled, while Yin Mo glared at him a little shamely, "What are you asking for?"

"Of course it hurts you." He Chen held her face and rubbed it lovingly. "Are you hungry? Brother will take you to Western food."

Feng Yi, who was inexplicably a cannon fodder downstairs, sneezed twice unexpectedly.

Who the **** is scolding him?