C139 There's Something Even More Shameless Do You Want to See It

Yi Xiaomi looked at the playground in front of her and looked around. It was obviously the golden period of the weekend where the whole family would go out with the old and the young. Why was there not a single person?

With one arm around Yi Xiaomi's slender waist, Shang Moze's tall body cast a shadow on the ground. His sexy, knife-cut chin slightly raised, and his tone was arrogant and overbearing. "I let Secretary Qiao take care of the place. Those people are too noisy, too annoying!"

They were too noisy and annoying, so they cleared the playground that was thousands of square meters, which was comparable to a luxury manor. The corner of Yi Xiaomi's mouth curled up, and she smiled at the arrogant man.

"Shang Moze," Yi Xiaomi's words were squeezed out of her silver teeth, but there was a deep sense of helplessness. "Do you have too much money to spend?" Damn it, showing off his wealth and showing off his wealth. This kind of role model should be pulled to the streets to criticize and fight!

"Rich, willful, can't I?" Even more arrogant words came out of Shang Moze's thin lips, word by word, and he couldn't be any more arrogant.

This damn woman really did not understand the style. Wasn't it good for the two of them to live together in the world of two people? Why did she have to have more passers-by around?

Ahem, Young Master Shang would not admit that he deliberately wanted to stay with Yi Xiaomi, so he had called Qiao Nana a long time ago to tell her about it.

As for why it was today, the man's mouth slightly curled up. He rubbed Yi Xiaomi's charming short hair and said, "Let's go, I will bring you to play."

Yi Xiaomi looked at the amusement park and secretly thought that Shang Moze, this guy, was usually cool and arrogant, so she could not see that he actually had this kind of fetish.

If Young Master Shang understood Yi Xiaomi's current thoughts, he must tie Yi Xiaomi up with a strong hemp rope and beat her up. He did it for who. What kind of fetish was this, this kind of fetish, it made him seem like he had some kind of shady fetish!!

Yi Xiaomi was not in the mood at first, but when she saw the things in the playground, she was very playful. Before Shang Moze could say anything, her eyes lit up and she quickly ran over.

Shang Moze originally had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, but when he saw where Yi Xiaomi ran, his smile suddenly froze and his face gradually became ashen. In the next second, Yi Xiaomi should be calling him, right?

"Shang Moze, Shang Moze," Yi Xiaomi nimbly climbed onto a pink wooden horse and waved. Just like the girls in a certain building who invited guests, she was just short of holding a handkerchief. She excitedly called out to the man, "Quickly come and accompany me."

After sizing up the wooden horse that was so pink that it could no longer be any more, Shang Moze took a step back without leaving a trace. What a joke. How could the CEO of South Peace International ride such a disgusting thing?

"Shang Moze, come quickly. The wooden horse is about to leave." Yi Xiaomi looked at Young Master Shang, who was obviously moving away, unhappily. She raised her voice, "Are you coming or not?"

Shang Moze could clearly feel the threat in Yi Xiaomi's words. He was sure that if he did not go, this vengeful wild cat would definitely lock him outside the bedroom at night. This was the most effective way for this damn woman to threaten him.

If someone had told Shang Moze before, Young Master Shang, that he wanted to threaten him, he would definitely smile coldly, then go up and punch and kick him. Finally, he would pull out his gun and make a sound.

"Shang Moze, are you going to sleep with the durian tonight?" Sure enough, Yi Xiaomi's gentle voice slowly came over. However, her face carried a gentle smile, like a well-behaved little girl.

Looking at the pink wooden horse, it was almost written "I am a girl." Shang Moze's mouth twitched, and his face was extremely ugly.

His slender fingers were placed on the white fence. The man flipped over and landed on the ground in a handsome and steady manner. He strode towards Yi Xiaomi.

"Come, sit here." Yi Xiaomi patted the seat behind her and said slyly, "Young Master Shang's exclusive seat." Humph, let this man block her words...

If Young Master Shang knew that it was because of his words just now, "Wealthy and willful, can't I?" And if he held a grudge, would he slap himself a few times now?

"Aiya, Shang Moze," Yi Xiaomi turned her head with an evil smile. She turned her body sideways and blinked her watery eyes. "I forgot. You are so heavy. What if a wooden horse collapses? You should go down."

"Yi - Little Mi -" A terrible roar came from the playground, which scared the pigeons who were walking nearby. They waved their white wings and quickly went down. They flew away as if they were fleeing for their lives.

Fortunately, the wooden horse turned around at this moment. Yi Xiaomi turned around and laughed. It was a great joy to tease Young Master Shang.

She had already realized that although this man was cynical, overbearing, and had a poisonous tongue, sometimes he was a little tsundere, he would not do anything to her now. Hmm, could this be considered as being pampered?

Shang Moze's expression was as ugly as the bottom of a pot. His entire body emitted an oppressive pressure. Looking at Yi Xiaomi's petite back in front of him, he wished he could crush this damn woman.

Cough, cough, cough. What Young Master Shang cared about now was that Yi Xiaomi actually dared to despise his weight...

"Come, Young Master Shang, smile." A white phone screen was raised high, showing the man's dark face. Yi Xiaomi said with a wicked smile, Come, Young Master Shang, smile." Oh my, you are so ugly like this. If you don't laugh, I will take pictures myself."

Very good, now I still think he is ugly...

He smiled, it seemed like Shang Moze specialized in smiling...

Grabbing Yi Xiaomi's slender waist, the man used a clever force in his hand to turn her around and face him face to face, sticking close to him.

"Shang Moze, what are you doing... Wu... "

The words that he did not say were swallowed by Shang Moze. The man's kiss was overbearing and wild, with unstoppable momentum. His big hand tightly grabbed Yi Xiaomi's slender waist, giving her no chance to escape.

"Hmm..." Yi Xiaomi almost cried. She pushed the man in front of her chest with all her might, trying to distance herself from Shang Moze.

Her lips and tongue were entangled in sorrow. After an unknown period of time, Shang Moze slowly let go of the woman in his arms and looked at her limp body with satisfaction.

This was the difference between a man and a woman. He wanted to see if Yi Xiaomi would still dare to despise him in the future.

"You..." Reaching out her finger, Yi Xiaomi pointed at Shang Moze with a trembling finger. She felt as if all her strength had been sucked away. Damn it. Was this man a vixen? Why had her vitality been sucked away? "Shang Moze, you're so shameless!"

He stared at Yi Xiaomi's dark red lips. Because of the watery glow on the long kiss just now, it added some color, making his whole body heat up. This demoness!

"There are even more shameless ones." The man's voice was ambiguous and gentle as he approached Yi Xiaomi's ear. His fingers with clear joints slid to her back and his fingers hinted as he drew circles, "Do you want to see?"

"Get lost!!"

"The man let out a low and deep laugh that was as mellow and intoxicating as a cellist. Yi Xiaomi's ears turned red when she heard this. "Young Master Shang's voice will make you pregnant if you hear it." For some reason, it jumped into Yi Xiaomi's mind. Pooh, pooh, pooh, what are you thinking? Seriously...

"Yes, Yi Xiaomi, your expression is not bad."

The man's magnetic and sexy voice came over, but it made Yi Xiaomi have a bad premonition. Your expression is not bad? What kind of expression is not bad?

Raising her head, she saw the man holding his black domineering phone and admiring it. His face was full of pride and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up.