211: C211 I Wish Big Sister and Big Brother a Happy Time!

C211 I Wish Big Sister and Big Brother a Happy Time!

Weekend.

Dou Manni carefully dressed up for Xia JinMian.

Because in the afternoon, Ye Mo Han was going to bring Xia JinMian to meet the professors from Emperor University.

After seeing him, the two of them might even go on a date to warm up their relationship.

This became a huge matter in Dou Manni's heart.

It took her three hours to get Xia Jinmian dressed beautifully before letting her out.

Xia JinMian was wearing a one-word collar black one-piece suit with an abstinent belt around his waist. His long hair was simply and cleverly folded to the inner side, leaving behind an ear-length curved short hair. In his hand was a mobile phone bag from Kitty, and he gave off a cool and elegant air of a queen.

Ye Mo Han stood downstairs, and when he saw the girl walking down the stairs, the visual impact made his throat itch. He wanted to fiercely kiss the lipstick on her lips.

His gaze slightly lowered. He really wanted to pull off the belt on her slender waist for something.

That abstinent wind belt was extremely capable of arousing a man's desire.

Ye Mo Han's eyes became increasingly profound, and he tightly pursed his lips as he shifted his gaze away.

He was afraid that if he looked at it for even a second longer, he would do something outrageous.

"F * ck!"

"Sister is so beautiful!"

Ye Mo Qing and Ye Mo Liang walked in from outside and were both stunned.

Ye Mo Qing didn't know that Xia JinMian was going to see the professor. Seeing that his big brother was waiting for her, he curled his lips and asked, "Going on a date? She dressed so beautifully."

Dou Manni said complacently, "How is it? This is the masterpiece of your mommy! "

"It's just like that!" Ye Mo Qing walked into the elevator with a nonchalant attitude.

However, just as the elevator doors were about to close, he stretched his neck and peeked at Xia JinMian who was walking downstairs. Only when he couldn't see him did he withdraw his gaze.

"Elder sister, you're too beautiful!" Ye Mo ran close and raised his head to say cutely, "You're more beautiful than all the women Little Treasure has seen!"

Xia Jinmian reached out and lightly scratched the tip of his nose, "Thank you for Little Treasure's praise."

"Hehe, I wish Big Sister and Big Brother a happy time!"

Ye Mo ran behind Dou Manni with a red face and rubbed his itchy little nose.

Xia JinMian was cutely cuddled by the little bean sprout. He smiled and nodded at his aunt before walking out.

The two of them went to the Gold Noble Club.

Xia JinMian had been to the Gold Noble Club in his previous life. It was the most famous and luxurious club in Imperial. It was also the best place to entertain foreign guests and guests.

The moment he entered, he was greeted by the aura of the royal family.

Xia JinMian was walking when he suddenly saw a familiar figure. Her eyebrows raised slightly.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Mo Han was constantly paying attention to Xia JinMian's every move.

"Nothing." Xia JinMian retracted his gaze.

She seemed to have seen Anlan just now. A man had wrapped his neck around Anlan's neck as he entered the private room.2

She must have seen wrongly.

Ye Mo Han cast a sidelong glance at Xia JinMian and reached out to grab her hand.

Xia JinMian's sensitive nerves seemed to cover his entire body. Every time Ye Mo Han touched her, no matter where he touched, it would stimulate her body to stiffen.

In the past, she had also held hands with Ye Mo Han, but at that time, she only thought that Ye Mo Han was afraid of being lost.

Now that she knew what Ye Mo Han was thinking, she felt that everything was awkward.

Ye Mo Han cast a sidelong glance at the crimson blush on Xia JinMian's face. His thin lips slightly curled as he happily led her into the private room.

The door opened and it was very quiet inside.

Two people were sitting on the sofa.

A middle-aged man, about 45 years old.

A slightly younger woman, about 30 years old.

Although the two of them were dressed in casual clothes, their temperament could not help but become solemn.

This was the temperament of an agent different from an assassin, making people feel respect.

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