What!
He wants her to sleep with him?
Yan Xinxin's eyes widened in shock, and suddenly her body tilted.
Mo Chuxi suddenly picked her up horizontally and walked towards the big bed.
"No, Mo Chuxi, President Mo, I'm not sleeping with you!"
Yan Xinxin struggled, her small hand tugging at Mo Chuxi's collar.
"It's not like we haven't slept together before."
"...That day was an accident!"
"Do you think I would believe that was an accident?"
Mo Chuxi looked down at Yan Xinxin.
"When will you let enjoy the video you recorded?"
What the heck!
Yan Xinxin felt utterly speechless.
She wasn't perverted enough to record that kind of video!
Yan Xinxin hesitated to speak, and suddenly the angle shifted, her back sinking into the soft bed, followed closely by Mo Chuxi's body pressing down.
"No..."
Yan Xinxin refused in a panic, her heart pounding like a rabbit.
Mo Chuxi looked down at Yan Xinxin's panicked little face, his thin lips curving into an amused smile.
Looking at her eyes, bright as stars, a strange warmth surged in his heart.
"Yan Xinxin, I don't mind that you've had a child."
"..."
"The food you cook, like you, suits my taste."
"What... do you an?"
Yan Xinxin clenched her small fists, breathing nervously, her cheeks heating up rapidly.
Mo Chuxi's handso nose was almost touching hers, and this face, which captivated countless girls, pressed close to hers was almost unbearable!
"What I an is..."
Mo Chuxi lazily dragged his tone, looking at Yan Xinxin's flickering evasive eyes, suddenly smiled gently like a spring breeze, reached out to touch her delicate cheek, and leaned down to brush his lips against her ear.
"Yan Xinxin, honestly, was the experience really that bad?"
"..."
"Compared to the man who got you pregnant, how was it?"
The body and mind of Yan Xinxin, which were slightly heated and flushed from being teased, seed to cool down instantly.
She lowered her eyelashes and turned her head silently.
Mo Chuxi propped himself up with his hands, his deep gaze drawing with interest over Yan Xinxin's soft profile.
He was, indeed, inexplicably eager to know what kind of man got Yan Xinxin pregnant back then.
"President Mo, I won't answer such personal questions."
Yan Xinxin clearly expressed, her tone cold.
"Just like I wouldn't pry into who you have loved in your heart."
Mo Chuxi raised an eyebrow, reaching out to pinch Yan Xinxin's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Do you want to know who I loved?"
"I don't want to know."
Yan Xinxin restlessly tried to pry Mo Chuxi's hand away.
"Let go, it hurts."
"If you don't want to hurt, be a little obedient in the future."
"Mo Chuxi, you're threatening again!"
"That depends on whether you truly have sothing for to use as leverage."
"You..."
Yan Xinxin puffed out her cheeks in anger, clenched her small fist, but truly dared not express her anger.
She couldn't afford to provoke him, that was true.
Mo Chuxi looked at her with a half-smile, his body moved, and he lay down beside Yan Xinxin.
What's happening? Is he going to sleep here?
Yan Xinxin was still puzzled when Mo Chuxi's long arm reached over, pulling her directly into his embrace.
That faint orchid fragrance mixed with a distinctly masculine scent made Yan Xinxin tense up again.
She twisted her body slightly, trying to break free.
"Don't move."
Mo Chuxi's deep voice slid past her ear like llow wine in the dark night.
"If you don't want to have another bad experience, just sleep quietly."
Another threat.
Yan Xinxin bit her lip, suddenly raising her gaze, "President Mo, I've figured it out, I want to work with you, but I want to ask you for a favor first."
Mo Chuxi lowered his gaze to et Yan Xinxin's eyes, "I will handle your father's matter."
"It's not about that, it's sothing else."
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