Outright Favoritism Chapter 790: : Li Qiao and Yin Mo meet

lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the deadly favorite!

He Chen squeezed her cheek reluctantly, tugged, raised his eyebrows and mocked, "Fearful, look forward and backward, why haven't you grown?"

Yin Mo held the steering wheel and exerted a slight force, turned his face away from He Chen's hand, and said coldly and warmly: "It has nothing to do with growth, I am not you, and there is no worries about it."

He Chen sneered, put his hands on the back of his head, and bit his cigarette **** and got drunk. "Don't make excuses for your incompetence. If this continues, I think you might as well follow Xiao Yehui and be his lackey with peace of mind."

"You don't need to speak so badly." Yin Mo gritted his teeth and said a few words, squinting at He Chen, his eyes full of displeasure, "I'm not his lackey!"

He Chen raised his eyebrows amusedly, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and faintly speaking, "This is ugly? What psychological quality."

Yin Mo: "..."

You can never reason with a rascal.

He Chen is a typical example.

About twenty minutes later, the car drove into the main road of the Port of London.

Yin Mo watched the rearview mirror vigilantly, and did not notice any signs of following the car. His tense mood was slightly relaxed, "Where to go next?"

He Chen, who closed his eyes and slumbered, opened the ends of his eyes and looked out the window, closed his eyes again, and whispered an address.

Yin Mo was surprised, "Is it the Parliament Palace?"

"Baby, you talk a lot of nonsense."

Yin Mo stopped speaking, stepped on the gas pedal to the end, and drove past the red light at the intersection at a speed almost dragging.

He Chen was hit in the back of her head by her sudden acceleration. It didn't hurt, but it didn't prevent him from being upset.

Yin Mo noticed his gloomy gaze and smiled slightly, "Sorry."

He Chen looked at her natural smiling lips, and an evil fire came up inexplicably.

This woman doesn't seem to know how attractive her face is.

He squinted, his eyes gleaming, "stop."

Yin Mo was puzzled, slowed down, and glanced at him quickly, "What are you doing?"

He Chen gestured towards the diagonally opposite street corner, repeating the two words, "Stop."

Yin Mo didn't understand his intentions, turned on the turn signal, and quickly stopped the car to the side of the road, "Why... Um."

A magnified handsome face suddenly leaned over and grabbed Yin Mo's back head and grabbed her lips.

Under the sun, on the side of the road, no matter how large the space in the carriage is, it is impossible for Yin Mo to escape He Chen's aggression.

Although he did not do such things less, there were occasional pedestrians passing by on the side of the road, and their every move in the cab could be clearly captured.

"You... let me go."

Yin Mo pushed back and shook the tree like a worm in He Chen's eyes, and in three or two strokes, he pinched his wrist on the top of his head.

The man held her lips, sucking and biting, his throat filled with joyful laughter, "Baby, do you want me to do you now?"

Yin Mo doesn't move anymore.

She knew that a man like He Chen, the more he struggled, the more he would arouse his desire to conquer.

Submission is the only way to prevent him from continuing to attack.

Sure enough, Yin Mo obeyed, and the man was satisfied.

He Chen rubbed the corners of her mouth with a rough thumb, looked at the perfectly shaped smiling lips, lowered his head and pecked twice, "Hey, keep driving."

Yin Mo pursed his lips, lowered half of the car window, restarted the engine and drove into the traffic.

The cold wind from outside the window poured into the carriage, messing up the hair on her temples, and it seemed that only this way could the smell of He Chen left on her body be blown away.

He doesn't use perfume, but the pure masculine breath is stronger and lasting than any perfume.

As the car drove off the street, He Chen swept across the road monitoring outside the window, and his narrow eyes flashed by, and it was fleeting.

……

At ten o'clock in the morning, the supercar stopped in the inner square of the parliament building.

Yin Mo opened the scissors door and saw two low-key Bentleys parked beside him.

She turned her eyes, but found that He Chen had already stepped up the steps on her own.

Yin Mo walked to follow him, walked in and walked around the long corridor, and quickly reached the third floor of the West Hall.

The congressman guarded the door, saw He Chen, turned around and pushed open the wooden door of the library after a gentleman's courtesy.

Yin Mo walked in without knowing it. Before he could look around, he looked up and saw under the row of bookshelves on the left. Li Qiao was holding the notebook in one hand, turning the pages from time to time, looking slightly confused on her profile.

"Qiao Qiao!" Yin Mo whispered in surprise, ignoring He Chen who was waiting for thanks, and strode towards Li Qiao in a stride.

He Chen pursed his lips: "..."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows when she heard the familiar call. Yin Mo had already hugged her.

"Second sister?" Li Qiao hugged her back, glanced at He Chen, and patted Yin Mo on the back and asked in a low voice: "Is it safe on the road?"

Yin Mo let go of her, smiled and nodded, "Safe, don't worry."

Li Qiao closed the notebook in her hand, leaned against the bookshelf, looked at her arm, and raised her eyebrows.

Out of tacit understanding, Yin Mo raised his arms, with a gentle tone, "Healed."

Although it may occasionally feel uncomfortable when it rains on a cloudy day, she knows that Li Qiao was able to survive from Shang Shaoyan's hands.

The two have not seen each other for a long time, and there are many obstacles between each other.

After finally being able to meet in a safe environment, Yin Mo has a lot to say.

Li Qiao took her to the sofa in the reading area and sat down. Before she could speak, Yin Mo first asked: "How is Yunli?"

"It's okay for now."

Can get it!

Yin Mo lowered his eyelids and curled up his fingers under the table, "Sorry, I was careless."

Li Qiao curled her lips faintly, "It has nothing to do with you, but he is not alert enough, I will find a way."

Yin Mo raised her eyelids and stared at her. Even though she had experienced various misunderstandings, she could still see undisguised trust in Li Qiao's eyes.

She softened her heart suddenly, her lips pursed and her eyes were flushed, "Aren't you afraid that I will betray you?"

"What are you afraid of?" Li Qiaotuo looked at Yin Mo and smiled casually. "It's just a choice. We never talk about betrayal."

Yin Mo's throat became astringent, she turned her face away, and sighed, "Fortunately, you still remember what I said."

"So, don't talk about betrayal, it's rare to see one another, it's better to tell me...your difficulties."

Li Qiao painted Yin Mo's eyebrows with her eyes. She is more mature and stable than a few years ago.

The **** is still the same, but in those eyes, the emotion is too strong, as if all the thoughts are hidden in the dark place, which is difficult to detect.

At this moment, Yin Mo turned to look at the bookshelf next to her, her eyes flushed, and her sudden weakness made her feel at a loss.

She is sad, for herself and for her seven cubs.

Yin Mo suppressed his thoughts, pretending to be relaxed and joked, "I thought you would ask about my Xiao family."

Li Qiao should ask. She also said that it is a rare meeting, such a good opportunity, but she never mentioned the Childman family, but asked her about her difficulties.

This makes Yin Mo more and more difficult to resist such thoughtfulness and warmth.

The seven cubs three years ago and Li Qiao three years later are the same.