The girl who wears fast suits her to seduce the world

Chapter 251 The beautiful young lady of the Young Marshal of the Republic of China (1)

穆府

Outside the study, moon shadows were everywhere, and the moonlight was lonely and cold.The howling wind brought chills with snowflakes.

White lights had already been lit outside the study, and it was quiet.

An orderly and rapid footsteps broke the silence of the study: "Mu Shuai, Miss Xia has returned to the house."

Mu Bochen remained silent after listening to his subordinate's words.His white-gloved hand continued to wipe the silver pistol in his hand.

With a "pop" sound, the silver pistol was pressed on the table by Mu Bochen, and a sense of oppression filled the study.

"Invite Miss Xia to the study."

Mu Bochen glanced at the silver pistol with cold light with sharp eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Adjutant Zhang, who was standing next to Mu Bochen, responded and immediately walked out of the study.

After a while, Xia Ji appeared in the study.For a long time, there was still silence in the study.

This is the calm before the storm...

Xia Ji's eyes swept Mu Bochen's stern face calmly, and after noticing the eye-catching pistol he placed on the desk, she secretly planned in her heart.

Xia Ji pretended not to show it, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly to form a smile, as if she didn't notice the solemn atmosphere in the study. Her tone was no different from usual: "I wonder why Mourinho came to Yu'an so late?"

A cold gaze scanned Xia Ji up and down, Mu Bochen's eyes were sharp: "Where did Miss Xia go today?"

Xia Ji heard this and chuckled: "Does Mourinho care about me?"

Mu Bochen looked at her coldly and did not answer.

For a moment, the study was extremely quiet.

"Xia Yu'an!"

Mu Bochen stood up from his seat, walked slowly to Xia Ji, and stopped less than half a meter away from her.

He lowered his head and leaned close to her ear, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was dangerous: "Don't think I dare not kill you."

Xia Ji's dark eyes were shining with a hint of charm in the corners of her eyes, her red lips were slightly curved, and her white and tender arms like lotus knots were wrapped around Mu Bochen's neck.

The distance between the two people suddenly shortened, and a slightly ambiguous atmosphere filled the air for no reason.

Xia Ji's red lips came close to Mu Bochen's ear, with a smile on her lips: "Today Yu'an went to visit an old friend of Mu Shuai..."

As she spoke, Xia Ji's white index finger gently stroked Mu Bochen's Adam's apple and slowly moved it down to his chin. She gently picked it up, as if she was teasing an aloof Boss cat.

Quietly, a cold round hard object pressed against her lower abdomen, and the curve of Xia Ji's mouth became wider and wider: "Does Mu Shuai want to know who Yu'an is visiting today?"

After saying this, Xia Ji's red lips inadvertently touched the skin beside Mu Bochen's ear, causing the skin to tremble slightly.

There was silence in the air, Mu Bochen pursed his thin lips tightly, and looked straight at Xia Ji with deep eyes.

Mu Bochen leaned close to Xia Ji's ear, his eyes were as deep as cold pools, and his tone was threatening: "Miss Xia, while I still have some patience with you, I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise..."

At the same time, the sound of bullets being loaded sounded between the two men.

Xia Ji lowered her eyes and looked at the silver pistol pressed against her chest. Her gaze was somewhat intriguing: "Mu Shuai must be familiar with He Fushi, right?"

Seeing Mu Bochen's probing eyes glance at her, Xia Ji's red lips curled up slightly: "He wants to make a deal with me."

Mu Bochen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of danger flashed in his deep eyes: "Deal?"

Mu Bochen stared at her with his dark eyes, moved closer, lifted Xia Ji's chin with his fingers, and reflected Xia Ji's face in his deep eyes: "What deal does He Fu Shi want to do with Miss Xia?"

"When he congratulated Fu, he said that he fell in love with me and wanted to marry me. At the same time, he promised me to protect the safety of my family in troubled times." Xia Ji restrained her expression and looked at Mu Bochen who lifted her chin. Knuckles.

In a daze, she seemed to feel Mu Bochen's fingertips inadvertently rubbing the soft flesh of her chin, with a hint of eroticism in his movements.

"Oh? Then what did Miss Xia think about He Fushi's deal?" Mu Bochen looked at Xia Ji thoughtfully.

"I'm a little troubled, after all..."

Xia Ji bit her lip gently with her teeth, frowned slightly, her cheeks were blushing shyly, and her shy eyes looked at Mu Bochen from time to time.

"After all, the person I admire is Mourinho, why don't Mourinho help Yu'an come up with ideas." Xia Ji blinked her dark and translucent eyes, and expressed her affection to Mu Bochen with her words.

After saying this, Xia Ji's chest moved a little closer to Mu Bochen's chest. The silver pistol sandwiched between them had an erotic connotation, and seemed to be a part of their love.

"Why don't you put Mourinho's gun away? It really hurts when it hits my chest~" Xia Ji's tone was coquettish.

Seeing that Mu Bochen was still stunned, Xia Ji's eyes became more playful and she continued teasing her with a suggestive tone: "Mu Shuai's gun~"

The feeling of softness in his chest was transmitted through the silver pistol. Because Xia Ji was too close, his fingers accidentally touched the softness in a daze.

So soft.

This thought flashed through Mu Bochen's mind, and he was at a loss for a moment.

Xia Ji paused and noticed that Mu Bochen's eyes were a little flustered. She continued to tease him with a sweet smile: "If Mu Shuai wants to resist, then he should resist."

The lingering ambiguity melted into the air following these words, fermenting and spreading rapidly.

Mu Bochen realized the teasing meaning in Xia Ji's words, the tips of his ears turned red, his hands trembled, and he immediately took back the pistol.

The moment Mu Bochen put the pistol back, he felt a soft touch on his chest. He looked down and saw that the distance between the two was already close to each other, and his Adam's apple rolled silently.

[Ding, the character of the guide----Mu Bochen's favorability has increased by 5%. The current total favorability is 50%. Please continue to work hard~]

Xia Ji had a sly look in her eyes, hugging Mu Bochen tightly with her hands and aggrieved face: "Mu Shuai, Yu'an's feet are numb."

After saying this, Xia Ji's furry head rubbed against Mu Bochen's arms again, and the corners of her mouth curved.

After a long time, Mu Bochen's hand touched Xia Ji's shoulder, with a hint of compromise in his tone: "If He Fushi can do it, I, Mu Bochen, can do it."

He paused, his tone gritted, and continued: "I can even do better than him."

"Tomorrow I will ask Adjutant Zhang to bring your parents to live in my house." Mu Bochen looked into Xia Ji's eyes and promised her seriously.

"Apart from that, what else did you talk about?" Mu Bochen gently stroked Xia Ji's hair with his big palm, and looked at the person in his arms with deep eyes.

Xia Ji shook her head and said obediently: "He asked me to think about it carefully and said nothing. Later he will..."

Xia Ji shrank her neck, glanced sideways at Mu Bochen, who met the man's deep gaze, and said no more.

"Huh? Go on, what did he do next?" Mu Bochen frowned slightly, his calm face extremely deep.

"He... always touches me and wants to kiss me..." Xia Ji's voice became softer and quieter after she finished speaking. After noticing that Mu Bochen's face was getting darker, she was afraid that he would misunderstand before she explained. Said: "I didn't let him kiss me."

Use He Fushi again to stir up Mu Bochen's possessiveness towards her and win her favor again.Xia Ji thought to herself, a glimmer of light flashed across her eyes.

Suddenly, the temperature around Mu Bochen seemed to have dropped a bit. He couldn't help but tighten his arms around Xia Ji, and his eyes like cold pools hid anger.

Mu Bochen put his hand on Xia Ji's white and tender cheek, stared at her red lips with sharp eyes, and then moved his thumb to her red and plump lips, stroking them gently.

After a while, Mu Bochen kissed her lips with a strong possessiveness, licked her lips, and plundered her domineeringly.

For a long time, his voice was hoarse and icy: "Don't go see him privately next time!"