Outright Favoritism Chapter 1107: : Does she want to cheat the marriage?

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He Chen has no interest in being directly hit by Captain Yin's direct daughter's actions. He patted the woman on the head and raised his head in disgust to the side: "Go, stay away from me."

Yin Mo came down from his lap with an innocent expression, after thinking about it, he said bluntly: "Then I'm going to call Qiaoqiao back."

He Chen: "..."

Is this woman a lace edge who wants to trick marriage?

……

In the evening, He Chen received a call from the old house of the He family.

The uncle's tone was stiff, and he warned disdainfully: "He Chen, if you make such a big mess, you are not afraid that you can't stop it?"

"You're really talking nonsense." At this time, He Chen held a wine glass in his hand and took a sip of it comfortably, his voice becoming thicker and hoarse.

The uncle was choked by He Chen's reply, and he was immediately angry, "You kidnapped the young master, and then forcibly rushed to He's headquarters to buy the murderer and take away his wife, He Chen, you will be punished."

In the earpiece, it's very quiet.

After a long while, He Chen dropped two ice cubes into the wine glass and asked casually, "Is there any evidence?"

The uncle was speechless for a while, apparently not thinking about excuses.

He Chen shook the ice in the wine glass and laughed contemptuously, "Old man, it's better to ask the police officers around you and see what they say."

"You..."

"Okay." He Chen interrupted the uncle impatiently, "Just save it if he is full of benevolence and morality. The old man He Huatang is still alive. If you want to nag, you can go to his ear and recite the scriptures, just in case. His stroke is cured, then you definitely have a virtue."

Without waiting for the uncle to reply, He Chen smiled contemptuously and hung up the phone directly.

He raised his head and drank the whiskey in the glass, and the ice cube was pressed against the tip of his tongue, feeling the biting coolness.

"It is said..." Yin Mo's gentle voice happened to be heard from the oblique rear, "The fourth uncle of the He family went to the old Shang family this morning."

He Chen looked back with ice cubes in his eyes, curled his lips indifferently, "Wake up?"

Yin Mo was wearing loose slacks and a white T-shirt, and when he came to the bar, he picked up an empty wine glass, "Well, do you want to move at night?"

The man propped his forehead, tilted his head against Yin Mo's action of pouring wine, and asked instead, "Do you want ice cubes?"

Yin Mo raised his glass and thought, "Give me two dollars."

He Chen curled up his thin lips in an unkind manner, "It's a coincidence, there is only one piece left."

"There is nothing in the ice bucket..." Yin Mo looked at the ice bucket suspiciously, but the rest of the words were blocked by the man's cold lips.

Immediately after, a piece of crushed ice was pushed into her mouth by He Chen's big tongue, "Baby, please accept it."

Yin Mo shuddered unexpectedly. She pushed the ice cube to the position of her cheek, half-opened her mouth for several times, "It's cold."

He Chen leaned against the bar, peering at the woman's bulging cheeks, and poked him childishly, "Brother help you warm up?"

Yin Mo yelled at him, not surprisingly, since there were two ice cubes in the ice bucket and thrown into the cup, "You haven't answered me yet, do you want to act tonight?"

"Baby, that's not called action." He Chen put away his cynicism, raised his eyebrows to correct him, "At best, it's fun."

Go to He's house and have fun.

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, Yin Mo swayed into the cloakroom, ready to change into his unchanging combat uniform.

But as soon as she took off her T-shirt, He Chen followed in unconsciously, without knocking the door.

Yin Mo didn't yell, either, standing calmly on the spot, eyes moving with his movements.

Nowadays, the glass wardrobe in the cloakroom is hung with a dazzling array of gorgeous costumes.

They were all luxury brands that He Chen bought for her in the first place.

At this moment, the man looked around, and quickly walked to the closet and fished out a black velvet suspender dress, then stuffed Yin Mo's arms, "wear this."

Yin Mo picked it up and looked at it. There was a bifurcation extending to the thigh on the left hem of the long skirt. She condensed her eyebrows, "It's not easy to fight with this."

He Chen glanced at her, then took out the necklace, bracelet, and earrings from the jewelry box in turn, stuffed them all over, "put it on."

Next, He Chen was going to choose shoes for her, and Yin Mo lost the jewelry in his hand, "You let me wear so many jewelry... to show off my wealth?"

"Why?" The man picked up the necklace and placed it on the long skirt and gestured twice, "Doesn't look good?"

Yin Mo blinked and calmly attacked He Chen with a 29-point emotional intelligence, "Do you not know how to match aesthetics?"

He Chen darkened her face, stretched out her hand to pinch her cheek, "I want you to wear it all, there is a problem?"

"You have to wear the same color to look good." Yin Mo pushed his hand away, walked to the jewelry box and picked up a set of simple black diamond earrings and pendants, and shook it in front of He Chen's eyes. , "This set of accessories is better, even the bracelet, it's too cumbersome."

He Chen didn't want to admit that he didn't know how to match. He looked at Yin Mo in a chilly manner, his eyes fell on her dark blue bra, and he walked away without a word.

There was a sentence floating in the air: "Choose your own shoes."

Yin Mo watched him leave, cocked the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but smile briefly.

It turns out that he doesn't know how to match women's clothes.

……

About half an hour later, Yin Mo wore a black velvet dress with suspenders and walked down the steps.

The hem of the skirt stretched to the ankles, revealing the woman's slender ankles. He Chen felt that if she didn't wear flat shoes on her feet, it might look better.

But the man didn't ask, so as not to expose his shortcomings that he didn't know about collocation.

Yin Mo didn't say that the reason why she wears flat shoes is entirely because she is prone to wrestling in high heels.

The two of them each held the Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts, and "Victory Meeting" in the living room.

He Chen's dress tonight is more elegant and handsome than in the past. His dark blue shirt and trousers make him look more handsome and charming.

Not long after, He Chen stared at Yin Mo, always feeling that something was wrong.

Until they got in the car and the car drove out of the sentry box in front of Ziyun Mansion, the man's squinting gaze slowly fell on Yin Mo's chest.

He Chen raised the compartment partition, turned on the top light, squinted at her proud and towering Xueluan, and asked in a dangerous tone: "Yin Mo, don't you tell Lao Tzu that you go into battle in a vacuum?" /

Yin Mo looked at herself innocently, "There is no vacuum, there are chest stickers."

This kind of sling dress can't wear shoulder strap underwear, and the brand has specially prepared matching chest stickers. Is there any problem?

He Chen struck his chest in one breath, unable to go up and down.

He leaned over to the woman, picked up her shoulder strap and looked inside like a hooligan, his breath burst into flames, "You don't know how good your **** body is? This thing trembles when you walk. Who do you want to seduce?"

Yin Mo patted his hand away, frowning when the shoulder straps were good enough to retort, "There is no trembling, this skirt is tied, and the chest sticker is also fixed, don't talk nonsense."