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Chapter Three Seven Days and Seven Century 29

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    Walking to the door of the room, Yingzi took out her room card, her movements flustered, and a familiar aura came from behind her.

    Yingzi felt the breath approaching behind her, and her heart beat wildly.

    An Rumo walked behind her, but just stood there quietly, looking at the thin back and graceful figure in front of her, but didn't speak.

    Yingzi also stood silently, but she was at a loss.

    After a long while, I heard An Rumo's voice, "Rest early, today is hard work, tomorrow is more critical."

    An understatement, but under the ambiguous dim light of the hotel, it makes people feel considerate and affectionate.

    Later, Yingzi heard his footsteps, she turned her face slightly, and saw him walking to the door of the next room, reaching out to ring the doorbell.

    Seeing her looking back, he also raised his eyes in response, his eyes met, and he smiled slightly.

    Yingzi was about to respond when she heard the sound of the door opening.

    Immediately, a voice that was more than greasy but less than elegant sounded, "Mo, are you back?"

    The heroic smile was instantly put on his face, a little embarrassed, a little embarrassing, and more of a dull pain that was hard to detect in his heart.

    An Rumo looked at the enchanting Yang Yidan in sexy pajamas, with a sultry perfume on his nose, but his brows frowned involuntarily, and when he subconsciously turned his face back, the room next door was already  Cover quietly.

    An Rumo walked into the room, loosened his tie, took off his suit jacket, and casually flung it on the sofa beside him.

    "Mo." Yang Yidan closed the door behind his back, pressed the "Do Not Disturb" light, wrapped his hands around An Rumo's shoulders, "Thank you, go take a shower, I'll give you a massage."

    An Rumo went straight to the wine cabinet. His movements seemed casual, but he cleverly avoided Yang Yidan's hands. Her hands on his shoulders froze slightly, and she smiled awkwardly. Then she quickly stepped forward and took out the wine glass for him to pour.  up, into his hand.

    An Rumo glanced at her lightly, his eyes were indifferent, Yang Yidan shuddered for no reason, and saw him lower his eyes and take a sip of wine, and asked lightly, "Why are you here?"

    Yang Yidan saw An Rumo's indifference, but she was unwilling to back down. She twisted her waist and walked forward, her voice was sweet and soft, "Mo, you came to Shanghai without saying a word, I miss you."

    Yang Yidan's catkin climbed onto An Rumo's strong arm, but An Rumo didn't say a word, just shook the glass in his hand, watching the light brown liquid slowly swirl in the glass.

    "Mo." Yang Yidan became anxious.

    Having been by Ru Mo's side for some time, she naturally knows Ru Mo's temperament and his joy and anger.

    "You have been with me for so long, you should know what I like and what I hate." An Rumo said lightly after a long silence, "Leave the work in hand quietly, this attitude is not the same as the image you have painstakingly cultivated  It's too far away."

    "Mo." Yang Yidan was a little anxious, and moved towards his body, clinging to his arm, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left work, and I shouldn't have disturbed your work."

    Yang Yidan spoke softly, and only in front of An Rumo would she let go of her arrogant figure and put on a look of bowing her head close to her ears.

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