C1 Dream 2 1(1)

"Mo Yanxi! Get out here!"

The tightly shut door was kicked open, and a tall figure with a slender waist stood at the door.

In the room, the two people who were "busy" on the bed pulled the blanket over their bodies in a panic.

"You... You..."

The man on the bed revealed his sexy chest with his upper body naked. Originally, he had a cold face, but at this moment, he was trembling as he pointed at this coquettish uninvited guest. His eyes were wide open in disbelief.

Yu Miaomiao was wearing a black super short leather skirt, her wavy hair swaying behind her head was exceptionally charming.

Seeing the person who panicked because of her appearance, Yu Miaomiao lightly laughed.

Mo Yanxi, you also have today?

Yu Miaomiao glanced at the cowering woman on the bed and did not hide her disdain at all. Then she turned her eyes to look at Mo Yanxi and said word by word,

"Mo Yanxi, listen, I have had enough of your hypocrisy, have enough of being used by you, have enough of being treated as a decoration by you. Now I want you to know..."

Yu Miaomiao pulled out a patterned whip from somewhere and stared at the man on the bed with malicious intentions. Her tone was slow and suffocating.

"I, Yu Miaomiao, am your master!"

Yu Miaomiao looked at the man on the bed with more and more fear on his face. Yu Miaomiao looked at him and could not help but laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha, how dare you bully me!"

"Ding, ding, ding, ding!"

The alarm suddenly rang and shattered her beautiful dream. Yu Miaomiao unwillingly reached out her hand and pressed the alarm.

She opened her eyes and looked out the window. The sky was so pale that there was no smell at all. It was just like her boring life right now. Only the dream just now made her feel that she was still alive.

She sighed lightly and laid back in the soft bed, wanting to find the beautiful dream again. But two minutes later, she sat up again like she was sleepwalking. With a bitter face, she hammered the blanket and shouted at the ceiling.

"Ah! Why is it Monday again!"

Monday meant that she had to start working again. It meant that she had to be Mo Yanxi's shield again. Becoming the target of everyone's ridicule meant that she was going to be the future wife of Mo's, yet she was going to ask her boyfriend for love in front of her with a smile that said, "Welcome, please do as you please."

Thinking that she was going to repeat this hellish life again, Yu Miaomiao's remaining good mood was washed into the toilet along with her poop.

" Oh my god, I actually dare to whip him! "

Yu Miaomiao muttered to herself as she went to the toilet, her face carrying a smile that she was not satisfied with.

To her, the dream just now was simply unimaginable. Now, she could still clearly remember Mo Yanxi's frightened look in the dream.

Yu Miaomiao continued to reminisce and felt that this also seemed to be very satisfying.

Looking at her watch, it seemed like there was not enough time.

Yu Miaomiao helplessly stood up from the toilet bowl and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was unkempt, her face was green, and her teeth were sharp. There was also an unknown yellow object at the corner of her eyes.

Yu Miaomiao tried her best to pull the corner of her mouth to make her smile a little warmer, but those two stiff law lines almost made her bite her tongue.

Pretending to be resigned to her fate, Yu Miaomiao lowered her head and decided not to hurt herself anymore. She swallowed the toothbrush into her mouth.

Alright, she was not a natural beauty.

A wave of bitterness mixed with the fragrance of tea spread out. This somewhat stimulating taste entered her head and Yu Miaomiao became slightly more clear-headed.

Very quickly, she put on the black and white work attire and put on the hair clip. Her hair was combed behind her head and Yu Miaomiao was just like a professional female.

It was just that she did not have that kind of high-spirited confidence.

It was just like how she never dared to straighten her back in front of Mo Yanxi. She even did not dare to look at him straight in the eyes.

She was just a temporary actor that he accidentally pulled over. Once the time was up, she rolled up her bed and rolled far away.

As for him, he was so arrogant, so outstanding, so domineering, cold and unpredictable.

Yu Miaomiao had actually always been a little afraid of him.

Now, all she wanted to do was to quickly end her special work and return to her normal life path. This kind of special torture often made her unable to breathe.

Mo Yanxi's life was untouchable to her. Everything that happened now could not be more coincidental.

"Aiya, I'm almost late!"

Yu Miaomiao called softly and quickly squeezed her feet into a pair of delicate high heels. It was not easy to put her feet in, but her toes pressed against each other and made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Frowning, Yu Miaomiao still walked out of the house on shoes that made her feet very uncomfortable.

But after just a few steps, this kind of discomfort became pain.

These shoes were not her size at all.

Yu Miaomiao looked at the black and shiny pocket-sized shoes on her feet and frowned.

Yesterday, in the Mo's.

"There is an important event tomorrow. Put it on."

Mo Yanxi walked into the company and placed the well-packaged shoes in front of her. His tone was firm and cold.

Yu Miaomiao looked up from the pile of documents and saw Mo Yanxi turning around and teasing the secretary. Just like how he never cared about her existence.

"Okay."

Using a low voice that only she could hear, Yu Miaomiao still could not hide the joy in her heart and the corner of her mouth slightly raised.

He actually gave her a gift!

"Director Mo, there are many people here." A coquettish voice rang out at an inappropriate time. Mo Yanxi smiled and withdrew his hand from the little secretary's waist.

At this time, Yu Miaomiao noticed that Mo Yanxi had changed his secretary again.

This time it was a sexy mixed-blood. Not bad, very flirtatious.

While she was looking at the secretary, Yu Miaomiao also completely received the secretary's threatening gaze.