C14 Change of Mind

In the end, Yi Xiaomi was completely eaten until not even dregs were left. She really admired Shang Moze's physical strength. Anyway, in the end, she slept (fainted) and passed out.

She carefully looked at the man sleeping peacefully beside her. His long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids. His tall and straight nose, coupled with his handsome face, was totally a work of art.

"His eyelashes are so long," Yi Xiaomi muttered to herself. "It really makes a woman jealous." Although her eyelashes were not short, she was still very unhappy when she saw the eyelashes of a big man with butterfly wings!

The man in front of her suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were as deep and unfathomable as usual, carrying a bit of drowsiness and less hostility and oppression.

Yi Xiaomi awkwardly looked away when she was caught peeping. Then, her slender arms fumbled around the bed, wanting to put on clothes and get up.

"What are you doing?" Shang Moze's voice was a little hoarse, which added to his laziness. "Get up." Yi Xiaomi curiously turned her head to look at her clothes. She had always been used to putting the clothes she was going to wear the next day on the bed.

"My clothes were torn by me." Shang Moze seemed to have seen what Yi Xiaomi was thinking. He crossed his arms over his head. He looked at Yi Xiaomi's chest, which was covered by the blanket, calmly. "Last night, you were torn off when you were still wearing it. You seem to have forgotten."

Yi Xiaomi turned her head and looked at him, gnashing her teeth. "Pervert!" She had really forgotten about it. She just habitually touched her clothes at the head of the bed.

"Now you are scolding me. Last night, I don't know who was begging me on the bed. All kinds of sweet names were shouted out."

"Swish!" Yi Xiaomi's face suddenly turned red like a cooked lobster. Shang Moze, this pervert, had been doing all kinds of things on the bed last night. She really couldn't stand it. She almost cried and begged for mercy.

Seeing Yi Xiaomi's blushing face and the expression of being teased, Shang Moze was in a good mood. He stretched out his long hand and Yi Xiaomi, who had rolled to the side of the bed and tried to get away from him, ran into a solid and warm embrace.

"Let me go." Yi Xiaomi was in a very bad mood now and her temper was also starting to explode. If it was Qiao Nana, she would definitely run far away now to avoid being affected by this anger.

She only felt wronged. Last night, the cold wind blew for so long and now she even got up early in the morning to be laughed at by Shang Moze. Pui, on what basis!

If she was a man, Shang Moze was a woman. Yi Xiaomi thought evilly, she must also let Shang Moze know what the difference between men and women was. She would definitely press Shang Moze on the bed and give him unforgettable memories.

Shang Moze could tell from Yi Xiaomi's expression that she was not thinking about anything good. It was probably because she had eaten her fill yesterday. It was rare that Shang Moze did not care about Yi Xiaomi's temper just now.

"Lie down for a while more." Shang Moze's hands slightly exerted strength and hugged Yi Xiaomi even tighter. There was a smile of nightmare feet on his face. Shang Moze savored the taste of the marrow and played with Yi Xiaomi's soft black hair. He suddenly realized that such a life was not bad.

A strong male aura surrounded Yi Xiaomi. She glanced at Shang Moze, who was playing with his hair, and Yi Xiaomi's voice sounded probing, "Young Master Shang doesn't work today?"

It did not make sense. Shouldn't the president of South Peace International sleep later than a dog and wake up earlier than a chicken? Every day, he was like an ancient emperor with a small mountain of memorials that needed to be approved?

"It's a holiday." Shang Moze faintly spat out two words, then swept his gaze across Yi Xiaomi's expectant expression. His voice carried a dangerous tone, "You really want me to leave?"

Yi Xiaomi shook her head repeatedly to show that she definitely did not think that way. She smiled flatteringly and said, "I was just thinking that Young Master Shang, a busy person, would also have a holiday. Wouldn't the South Peace International collapse?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Yi Xiaomi regretted it. She looked at Shang Moze vigilantly. These words sounded like she had hoped that Shang Moze's company would close down for a long time. Shang Moze would not hit her, right?

Fortunately, Shang Moze did not care about Yi Xiaomi's careless words. There was no fluctuation in his deep eyes. Indeed, he used to be a workaholic. Even if he did not sleep for a few days, there would not be any problems.

But now, Shang Moze took a deep breath. The tip of his nose was surrounded by Yi Xiaomi's unique body fragrance. He wanted to give himself a few days off.

"The South Peace International doesn't take care of useless people. If I'm not here for a few days, the South Peace International will collapse. Then, we can all reduce the number of employees."

Yi Xiaomi quickly shut her mouth. If she got rid of Qiao Nana's job... She would probably be beaten to death by random people. Yi Xiaomi played with her fingers and looked at Shang Moze with a conflicted expression. Actually, she really wanted to say, "Young Master Shang, quickly go to work, quickly go to work. South Peace International needs you."

"The inopportune sound destroyed this rare harmony. Yi Xiaomi touched her stomach and suddenly felt her back stand straight. Now Shang Moze could not let her lie on the corpse anymore.

Quickly getting up from the bed, Yi Xiaomi wrapped the corner of the large quilt to prevent herself from being exposed. She had a flattering smile on her face." Young Master Shang, let's get up and eat breakfast. "

As long as she could not lie on the bed with Shang Moze, she was willing to do anything. Shang Moze slowly got up. His perfect body was exposed in the air. He had a standard eight-pack, and his wheat-colored skin made it hard for people to look away.

Yi Xiaomi's mouth twitched. Could it not be exposed during the day? Although his figure was good, it was not bad.

Slowly putting on his clothes, Shang Moze glanced at Yi Xiaomi, who was buried under the blanket like an ostrich. He strode to the wardrobe, took a piece of clothing, and threw it on the bed.

"What should be seen, what should not be seen. I have seen all of them. Where else have I not seen them?"

Yi Xiaomi wrapped herself tightly with the blanket, only exposing her head. "Young Master Shang, you should go out first. After all, I still have to marry in the future."

Marry... Shang Moze muttered the word in his heart. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom. The corner of his mouth was an invisible arc, with a hint of cruelty. He suddenly changed his mind. A month's time seemed to be too short. As for getting married... A murderous aura surrounded his body. He wanted to see... Who would dare to take the woman that he, Shang Moze, had taken a fancy to?

Yi Xiaomi completely did not know that the man had changed his mind at this moment. She hurriedly put on her clothes and climbed out of bed. Lowering her head to look at her bare legs, Yi Xiaomi frowned. Then she turned around and rummaged through the closet behind her. Finally, she managed to find a pair of pants that did not look that strange and put it on.

When she walked out of the room, a fragrance hit her. Yi Xiaomi ran to the kitchen with her sharp eyes and stared at Shang Moze's tall and straight back. "Young Master Shang, what do we eat today?"

Shang Moze did not say anything. His slender fingers grabbed the spoon and added some salt into the pot. Yi Xiaomi leaned against the door and silently admired Shang Moze's cooking posture.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. It seemed that Yi Xiaomi did not have any virtue or ability to be able to eat Young Master Shang's sumptuous dishes. Yi Xiaomi secretly thought in her heart that actually marrying Shang Moze back home was also not bad. Having money, face, and even knowing how to cook, both inside and outside had a lot of face.

She sighed regretfully. It was a pity that her cultivation was not enough. She could not subdue this man who had become a demon. His aura was too powerful. Just looking at you made you shiver.

On the other side, Yi Xiaomi was daydreaming. On the other side, Shang Moze had already prepared breakfast. One hand holding a white plate, she strode towards the door. Yi Xiaomi quickly followed him. Nonsense. She only had the strength to leave after she was full. She would not be stupid enough to go against Shang Moze now.

She looked at the exquisite breakfast in front of her, the bread that was evenly cut into thin slices, the golden fried egg, and some green boiled vegetables. It looked particularly attractive.

"Why did you put vegetables in the plate?" Yi Xiaomi poked the vegetables in the plate and pouted unhappily. "Why would there be such a thing in a western breakfast?"

Shang Moze had noticed yesterday that Yi Xiaomi seemed to hate vegetables very much. The soup in yesterday's spaghetti had all been drunk, leaving only a pile of vegetable leaves.

"In order to balance the nutrition," Shang Moze casually used a knife to cut open the fried egg, put a small piece into his mouth, and slowly ate it.

"Then why didn't you have it? " Yi Xiaomi looked at the plate opposite her unhappily. She had hated things like vegetables since she was young. It was simply irreconcilable. She was sure that Shang Moze must have discovered her weakness. Otherwise, why was there such a wicked smile on his face?

"I think you need to replenish your nutrition." Shang Moze picked up the tissue next to his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth. His deep eyes slowly swept across Yi Xiaomi's chest. " I don't know if it is because it lacks some necessary elements, so there is no meat where it should grow. "

No matter how stupid Yi Xiaomi was, she could tell that she was complaining that she did not have breasts! "Where do I have no meat?" She was so angry that her head started to heat up. She almost blurted out a sentence without thinking.

The smile on Shang Moze's lips became deeper. His tone was somewhat mocking, "You can hold it with one hand, but you still need to work harder."

Yi Xiaomi really wanted to throw the slippers at Shang Moze's face. She found that when this guy was shameless, he was invincible in the world.

He had said colorful words early in the morning, but Shang Moze was still serious. Yi Xiaomi lowered her head and fiercely took a bite of the vegetables, as if she was treating Shang Moze as the breakfast on the plate and tearing him apart.

Shang Moze's face was still calm, but the smile on his face showed that Young Master Shang was in a very good mood. Picking up the financial newspaper on the same day, Shang Moze slowly read it.

Yi Xiaomi had inadvertently raised her head, but she was suddenly attracted by the photo that was almost half the size of the page. Her rosy face gradually turned pale.

"Pata." The silver knife and fork fell to the ground, making an ear-piercing sound as they collided with the floor. It resounded in the silent morning. Yi Xiaomi suddenly came back to her senses and found a cold liquid falling from the corner of her eye. She hurriedly bent down to hide her loss of self-control and picked up the utensils on the floor.

Shang Moze moved the newspaper away and stared at Yi Xiaomi. His tone was filled with ridicule. "Can't you eat well? Are you sure you are not a child from a kindergarten? You dropped things at such a young age. "

Yi Xiaomi, on the other hand, lowered her head. She did not care about her life as she dug into her mouth for breakfast. The salty liquid fell onto the plate. The delicious food was now cold and tasteless. It was stuck in her chest like a stone, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Didn't I fall to the ground? Why do I still need this?" Yi Xiaomi did not raise her head. The knife and fork in her hand had long been snatched away. Immediately following that, the sound of water coming from the kitchen could be heard.

It was as if she had walked for more than a century. Yi Xiaomi's heavy footsteps landed at the place where Shang Moze had just read the newspaper. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the newspaper that still carried the smell of ink.