I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot - Chapter 2343

Moreover, she now has a lot of real fans to support her.

Shen Rou wanted to reapply her old tricks, not so easy.

*

The party is over.

Qiao Mianmian received WeChat from Mo Yesi: I have arrived, where are you?

Qiao Mianmian and Zhanbo just walked out of the hotel door. She looked towards the street and saw a familiar black Rolls-Royce docked at the junction outside the hotel door.

That's Mo Yesi's car.

Qiao Mianmian immediately returned to him: I was at the gate, I came to find you.

She also wore a blazer for Zhanbo.

She took it off and gave it to Zhanbo. After talking to him someday, she took the skirt to find Mo Yesi.

There was no heating outside, and the exhibition, which was wearing a thin shirt, was frozen and shivered several times.

So Qiao Mianmian returned the coat to him, and he put it on immediately.

It's just that he has obviously worn an extra coat, but he feels colder.

And the coldness felt this time is not the same as the dampness just now.

This time it seemed that the cold air was immersed in the bones, or the kind of extremely cold air, so cold that he was a bit suspicious of life.

Zhanbo felt the direction where the cold air was blowing, and looked up, which was a bit dumbfounded.

Then it felt colder.

Thoroughly cool.

Because he saw Mo Yesi.

The man who made him feel terrified got out of a black Rolls-Royce, and after getting off the car, the indifferent and alien eyes glanced towards him, which made Zhanbo feel chilly, a little No temperature.

With a look in that eye, he felt a sense of fear that he was "dying."

Zhanbo suddenly thought that Qiao Mianmian was still wearing his suit jacket when they just left the gate.

Shall Mo Yesi see it?

Zhanbo felt that Mo Yesi must have seen it.

So there will be the "death gaze" just now.

He wailed in his heart, feeling he was about to die soon.

To be honest, Mo Yesi wanted to kill him, it was as easy as killing an ant.

No, wait until he has to talk to Qiao Mianmian and let her talk.

He and her, but innocent, there is nothing ambiguous.

If Mo Yesi just squeezed him to death, he would be too wrong.

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When Qiao Mianmian was carrying the skirt down the steps, Mo Yesi had already got off the car, and then hurried towards her.

The man took off his black coat as he walked.

He walked to Qiao Mianmian, wrapped her black coat over her, and then reached out to hug her into his arms.

Qiao Mianmian was trembling with cold, and a warm air wrapped her up, and the next second, she stuck to a warm chest.

Wrapped with a wooden fragrance coat, Qiao Mianmian sucked her nose, the tip of which was all the familiar and warm breath of Mo Yesi.

All the cold was instantly dissipated.

She was tightly surrounded by the unique breath belonging to Mo Yesi. The cold little hand was held by him. His palm was very warm and warm, and soon her little hand was warmed up a little.

"Is it still cold?" Mo Yesi wrapped her two small hands and rubbed her hands to keep her warm.

He touched Qiao Mianmian's cold little hands, his brows could not help but frowned, and there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes. Didn’t bring you something to keep warm?"