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Qin, Mo Qin, can you move it, I can't pull it out. "Even if Mo Ran said such things now, his cheeks would still blush habitually.

What Mo Qin saw when he got up early in the morning was this kind of restricted-level scene, and in addition, men have needs when they wake up early in the morning, so their scumbag strength came up again: "Move yourself if you want."

Yan Moqin's hoarse voice was obviously the aftereffect of a night of drunkenness, but it made Mo Ran tremble slightly.

"No... Moqin, I'm going to be late for work."

In fact, Mo Ran himself is a person without much interest, and Yan Moqin's debauched performance on the bed was also half-forced by Yan Moqin, especially at this time, he couldn't hear the provocation in Yan Moqin's words at all.

Yan Moqin made fun of himself, but he didn't get angry too much. His lower body twitched slightly, and the acupoint that he was rubbing against trembled for a while, and then he slowly increased the intensity, and finally pulled it out after the thrust was unimpeded. When he left the acupoint, he made a "boo" sound.

Now Mo Ran is being teased into a mess again, but he forces himself to calm down. Fortunately, Mo Ran is already familiar with covering up his true desires. He shook his head, and opened his eyes again, his eyes became much clearer.

"Be careful on the way to work." Yan Moqin didn't embarrass Mo Ran, and said the usual words in a lazy voice.

Except that Yan Moqin has no bottom line and principles in bed, the two of them get along in harmony at other times. After all, they live together, and some things have become a habit.

Mo Ran also knows that Yu Moqin is not only a willing and regular sex mate, but also a roommate who wants to share the same bed. Even if he has no feelings, he still has a habit.

The attempted kiss last night was like a knot in Mo Ran's heart that would never be untied and hurt his heart. Although Mo Ran was still slightly excited by Yan Moqin's unintentional exhortation, it would not be so painful that the scar healed, so He just hummed lightly and started looking for a suit for work.

And Yan Moqin turned over, as if he was about to continue sleeping.

After a while, Mo Ran had already put on the tie skillfully, and suddenly remembered that he once had a boyish heart, longing for a kiss or something before going to work and leaving home, but this kind of dream was just a fantasy of his own.

"The food is in the refrigerator. I made it last night. You can eat it after you wake up." Mo Ran still gently reminded him, and Mo Ran, who was wearing a formal suit, more or less revealed a sense of abstinence.

Hearing the sound, Yan Moqin opened his sleepy eyes, stared at Mo Ran for a while, and said another scumbag: "You look better on the bed."

Mo Ran smiled calmly, with a formulaic politeness: "I'm going to work."

Sometimes Mo Ran would thank his heart, fortunately you have already been wounded and riddled with holes so you won't feel more pain.

I used to say that after I went to work, I would stop for a few seconds, but now that I think about it, it’s really silly, to put it bluntly, I’m still longing for something that I can’t get at all.

After Mo Ran walked out of the room, he started running all the way again. He looked no different from ordinary people under the sun. He was so ordinary, so ordinary that Yan Moqin couldn't find any freshness that made him nostalgic.

Thinking about it, Mo Ran quickened his pace. If he didn't hurry up, he would be late for work.

At this moment, a car suddenly stopped in front of Mo Ran, and the window slowly rolled down, revealing the handsome face of the owner.

"President?" Mo Ran was a little startled.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll drive you to the company." Lin Annuo said to Mo Ran.

Mo Ran hesitated for a moment, but still chose to get into Lin Annuo's car neatly, which was much better than deducting bonuses for being late.

"Thank you, President." After Mo Ran got into the car, he thanked him politely. Through the lens, people couldn't feel the real temperature in his eyes.

Lin Annuo smiled sincerely, a warm smile: "I thought you wouldn't want to take a ride."

"But I don't want to go to work to deduct bonuses." Mo Ran blinked.

Lin Annuo ate a bit, but still smiled indifferently: "It seems that taking my car is only a little better than deducting bonuses."

It was only then that Mo Ran realized that he had said something wrong, and some panicked people shook their heads: "President, I didn't mean that."

Lin Annuo stared at Mo Ran: "Did anyone say that you really don't understand style?"

Lin Annuo was originally just a joke, but Mo Ran's body suddenly stiffened. Some people said, why didn't anyone say that I don't understand the style and have no interest, and I don't look like... him at all.

Mo Ran closed his eyes briefly, as if forcing himself not to think anymore.

Seeing that Mo Ran didn't answer, Lin Annuo didn't ask any more questions, but drove the car slowly towards the company, and Mo Ran didn't expect why the president's car would pass by his community, let alone that Yan Moqin was standing at the From the edge of the balcony, he watched all this clearly.

within the company.

"Manager, have you made a decision on the design of Jie this issue?" Xiao Chen, a subordinate, asked Mo Ran.

"Not yet, why are you in such a hurry?" Mo Ran will be wholehearted as soon as he enters the working environment, so that he can temporarily paralyze him from thinking about many things.

"The theme of this issue is the temporary plan added by the company. I don't know why it seems to be very anxious." Xiao Chen replied.

Mo Ran frowned: "I see, I will make a clear report as soon as possible."

Xiao Chen nodded and turned to leave. Mo Ran was left alone in the office. Mo Ran took a deep breath and ordered himself to quickly recover to his best condition.

Sitting for a long time now, the acupoints still hurt a little, but fortunately, the vibrating eggs and semen were cleaned up when cleaning this morning, otherwise there would be more troubles left.

After entering the company, Mo Ran and Lin Annuo separated automatically and consciously. One took the employee elevator to enter the manager's office, and the other took the elevator to enter the president's office.

Mo Ran straightened his tie and opened the document sent by Xiao Chen, check it out, check it out...

Mo Ran has infinite expectations and yearning for it, but now Mo Ran can't think of what a truly perfect pair of rings should look like.

Mo Ran is mainly responsible for the design aspect. If a designer runs out of inspiration, it will be a fatal matter.

Mo Ran looked at the various design proposals sent in a little distress, and tapped his fingers back and forth on the table to leave a regular rhythm.

Mo Ran, who was concentrating on thinking, didn't notice that Lin Annuo pushed open the office door, and then walked in.

"Manager Mo." Lin Annuo's voice suddenly paused Mo Ran's brainstorming.

Seeing that it was Lin Annuo, Mo Ran immediately stood up out of respect: "What's the matter, President?"

"Whether you can go out with me for a while tonight is the reward for taking the car this morning."

Mo Ran couldn't figure out why Lin Annuo would suddenly ask him out, but he was afraid that there would be no other chance to repay the favor this morning, and even more afraid that Yan Moqin would still not be at home after returning home early, so Mo Ran just hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded .

After racking his brains today, Mo Ran finally finalized the final result of the design plan. The style of the pair of rings is not eye-catching. The silver-white body is all carved with dark flowers, but it uses very smooth curves. If you look closely, it looks a bit like a can. pull ring.

Mo Ran admits that he is selfish, but this does not hinder the beauty of the ring in the slightest, but it will make people feel reserved and luxurious.

After hastily handing in the design plan for this issue, Mo Ran's mind was already in a mess. Looking at his watch, it was almost time to get off work, and he completely forgot about the promise he had made to Lin Annuo, and was about to pack up and leave , Lin Annuo came to Mo Ran's office on time like clocking in.

"Why, do you still want to slip what you promised me?" Lin Annuo smiled a little.

"No, President, I forgot. Mo Ran waved his hand and hurriedly explained.

"Don't call me the president, just call me Yu Nuo." Lin Yu Nuo approached suddenly, pulling the distance from Mo Ran, and Mo Ran reflexively backed away. He was not very used to relying on people other than Yan Moqin. He is too close.

When he regained consciousness, Mo Ran had already got into Lin Annuo's car.

"Where are we going?" Mo Ran couldn't help feeling a little flustered as he saw that the streets around him had gradually left the area he was familiar with.

"Prison sees the bar, have you heard of it?" Lin Annuo smiled casually, controlling the steering wheel with his slender fingers.

"See you, prison?" Mo Ran felt as if his heart was suddenly clenched by something, and it became so difficult to breathe: "I don't want to go! I don't want to!"

Mo Ran seemed to be under a spell suddenly, as stubborn as a child who refused to go to kindergarten, his fingers were tightly clasped on the leather armchair, and he kept repeating: "I don't want to go!"

Mo Ran's reaction was obviously beyond Lin Annuo's expectation, he leaned the car on the side of the road hastily, and quickly appeased Mo Ran who was emotional at the moment.

"What's the matter with you? It's okay. We won't go." Lin Annuo's tone now seemed to be coaxing a coquettish child. If it was possible, he might have pressed Mo Ran's head to his chest and stroked Mo Ran's head. His spine told him not to be afraid.

At this moment, Mo Ran is like a cat, a little sensitive, suspicious and fragile, even occasionally a little nervous, but he still maintains his arrogance, but in fact, as long as you are willing to squat down and pet his fur, he will immediately obey.

Under Lin Annuo's comfort, Mo Ran quickly returned to normal, and touched the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his finger: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now."

Lin Annuo waved his hand generously: "We're not going, but can you tell me the reason? Ah, it's okay if you don't want to."

Mo Ran's eyes seemed to lose their luster all of a sudden, and then he muttered