Chapter 55:

It was pitch black all around, the man was carrying light, and his deep facial features plunged into darkness, with an inexplicable coldness, Ning Mitang pursed her red lips, feeling a little flustered for no reason.
The meticulously painted red lips smelled of sweet lipstick, one by one, she dissatisfied: "Why don't I worry about it?" This man came to the school for no reason and accused her inexplicably. It was really annoying.
With strong iron arms resting on the tree trunk, Ning Mitang was trapped in his chest. He lowered his head, and through the faint light, he saw the girl's eyes are dark and moist, and the makeup face is overflowing. Color, seductive and bright.
She raised her face and looked at him blankly.
Mo Huai took a deep breath, and his anger disappeared, "Why didn't you tell me not to go back tonight?" When he spoke again, there was a rare hint of grievance in his indifferent voice.
She is so hateful to make him so worried.
Today, he waited from afternoon to night and didn't see her back. He was worried that something happened to her. He made the phone call again and again, but was not connected. I wanted to stop paying attention, but the girl in front of me was so powerful that he couldn't eat, sit restlessly, held it with one heart, and was worried, besides thinking about her, he still missed her.
"You told me about breaking up, I thought you didn't want to know about me." Ning Mitang said lightly.
For the first time, I discovered that the word "break up" from the girl Hongyan's mouth was so awkward and ear-piercing!
With sturdy arms around her waist, the red dress had only two thin layers, and the fingertips on it seemed to be able to touch the smooth and cold skin inside the dress, and he realized that the girl's body was shivering with the cold.
With a calm face, Mo Huai opened the black coat on his body, moved closer to Ning Mitang, and swept her into the coat.
"Don't move."
He hugged the person in his arms, "Do you think that if I broke up with you in the hospital before, I have nothing to do with you?"
Ning Mitang glanced at him with bright black eyes, she really thought so in her heart.
She always remembered what he said.
"You also said that you want to move out." The girl's voice was low and soft, looking extremely lost in the dark.
"Then last time I said that we haven't broken up yet, why did you forget?" Mo Huai asked in a deep voice. He put his forehead on Ning Mitang's forehead, and his eyes were facing each other. He saw the panic and dodge in her eyes. A pleasant color flashed on his face, and the thin lips softly kissed the girl's blushing lips. He said, "Ning Mitang, I don't want to break up."
The body was wrapped in the man's coat, and a warm feeling surrounded the whole body. The man's vitality became stronger and stronger, and he smelled very comfortable. Ning Mitang put her hands on his hard chest, and when she heard the man's words, her expression was taken aback, her eyes widened in an instant.
There was disbelief in her black eyes, "Can you...can be this capricious?"
Mo Huai smiled, the coldness on Jun's face faded, and he was stained with warmth. His low voice was in the darkness, and it was very melodious: "Before I was an emperor, and I kept saying everything. I never allowed myself to speak, and I never repented. But you don't know how powerful you are."
She must have no idea how strong her influence on him is.
As long as he stands in front of him, even if he doesn't say a word, he can defeat his reason, restraint, and self-control. There is nothing left. At this moment, just by smelling the sweet fragrance on her body, his whole body blood could scream for her to boil.
Closing his eyes, Mo Huai sighed slightly, both helplessly and as if confessing his fate, "Ning Mitang, I regret it." Thin lips approached her ears, with a hot and humid breath, "I have to admit that I like it. You have become an instinct, and my body does not allow me to ignore this instinct."
Ning Mitang's back was pressed against the rough and uneven tree trunks of the people, and his whole body was tightly embraced in Mo Huai's chest. The two bodies were close to each other, leaving no distance. Feeling the strangeness of the man's body, the white face flushed suddenly.
"You, you, Mo Huai, you bastard." The hard and hot touch underneath her body made Ning Mitang's ears dyed a deep red with shame.
She glared at him angrily, and saw the man's thin lips slightly curled up, her expression a little more cheerful, and she said innocently: "This is my natural instinct for you, you have to learn to adapt."
Ning Mitang froze, she discovered for the first time that he was so shameless that he was playing a hooligan in such a fair manner.
The apex of the heart trembled slightly.
Can't help but reach out to push him, "You stay away from me." The touch under her body made her frightened inexplicably. Ning Mitang raised her eyes and stared straight at Mo Huai's Zhuoliang gaze. Her eyes were misty and the corners of her eyes flushed: "If you say you want to break up, then you will break up; if you say you don't want to split, then you don't. Is it because I like you and feel confident?"
There was bursts of applause from across the stage, and only the girl's dumb accusation could be heard in his ears. Mo Huai's heart was twisted tightly, and there was bursts of pain.
He put his chin on top of her head, with a familiar fragrance at the tip of his nose, whispering: "When I restore my memory, my previous memory dominates my emotions. In my previous life, I was an emperor, and I had always been pure and low-spirited. I have tried such unfamiliar emotions, and never have such strong desires."
Ning Mitang remained motionless, letting him hold her.
She heard Mo Huai continue to say in her ear: "Before being an emperor, you can't have feelings, and you can't have fatal weaknesses. After forming a habit and recovering my memory, my subconscious tells me that you are dangerous. , I must stay away from you..."
Ning Mitang bit her lip, "Then you are not afraid of me now?"
The earlobes in front of him were small and round, and Mo Huai's eyes darkened. He couldn't bear the temptation and gently contained it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I'm even more afraid that other men will take you away."
Small and tender.
The little earlobe was teased with the tip of the tongue, and Mo Huai's breathing was a bit short, and the tip of the tongue became stronger.
Ning Mitang trembled all over, her face with thin make-up flushed in the night. Trying to ignore the tingling tremor, Ning Mitang reached out and pushed Mo Huai away.
"Ok?"
Mo Huai was slightly stunned, his eyes dark and deep, and his breath messy.
"I don't agree." Ning Mitang's face blushed with Feifei, but she tried her best to stern.
"What do you disagree with?" Mo Huai wanted to move forward again, but saw her quickly covering her ears with her hands, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile.
Ning Mitang pursed her lips, Qing Ling's voice was a bit cool: "I don't agree to reconcile. Mo Huai, it's not what you want to do. You are worried that if you fall in love with me, I will become your weakness, so Break up, now you are worried that I will be taken away by others and want to reconcile. Then what do I think, how do I feel, have you considered?"
She stared at him with anger in her eyes for a few seconds, then angrily pushed Mo Huai away from where she was, and turned away.
The next moment, the wrist was instantly held by the man, and she looked back at him, "What else do you want to say?"
Contrary to the cheers from over the stage, Mo Huai's face was dark and gloomy at this time. Without a word, he took off his coat and put it on Ning Mitang.
"I don't want it." Ning Mitang was still angry, not a little bit of his kindness.
There was an inexplicable pain on the tip of the heart, "Don't take it off." Mo Huai held her hand, his voice was low and hoarse, and threatened: "You wear it, otherwise I won't let you go..."
Ning Mitang blushed, "You are still so domineering!"
Mo Huai looked at her flushed eyes and couldn't help but leaned in and kissed lightly. He muttered, "Hey, put it on, or you will catch a cold. What you said just now...it was me Not done well." The tone is a bit jerky, as if you have never tried to apologize to others and admit your mistakes, "You can be angry, but you can't hate me."
There was silence for a moment.
Ning Mitang closed her mouth tightly, did not respond, took a deep look at him, and left with his coat.
......
The company’s venue has been selected, and the next thing to do is to decorate.
On this day, Cao Yang brought the decoration drawings designed by the advertising company to Mo Huai for viewing. "Brother Huai, the design drawings have come out. Take a look. If there is no problem, I will let the decoration workers start their work."
Mo Huai held the phone, and Ying Ting's eyebrows were slightly frowned.
"Brother Huai?"
Seeing no response from the other party, Cao Yang called out again.
Mo Huai moved his gaze to him, then retracted, then continued to look at the phone, and said without looking up, "Just follow the plan."
Cao Yang was stunned: "Don't you take a look?"
Mo Huai pressed the screen to turn on, and then clicked to black out. The answer to him was another matter, "What do girls generally like?"
"what?"
Cao Yang was caught off guard by the question, and then replied: "Girls like handsome guys?" All the messages on Weibo were female fans, and they like handsome guys for sure.
Thinking of this, he quickly took out his phone, half complaining, half persuading: "By the way, Brother Huai, there has been no update for several days since you posted that Weibo. You see, the following is all People who leave a message calling you to show up, how about you...send a photo up?"
Mo Huai did not respond.
"The King Guo has been interacting with fans in the past two days, but he is close to the people, hey, girls like this kind of man." Cao Yang glanced at Mo Huai secretly and said casually.
Mo Huai's dark eyes moved slightly, and Mo Huai said coldly, "Account."
In an instant, Cao Yang's expression brightened, and then he reported his account number and password, "Brother Huai, if you forget, you can ask me at any time." I only asked his elderly to update Weibo more and get more fans.
There is only one message on Weibo, but there are more than 200,000 comments, which is more powerful than some first- and second-tier stars.
Clicking on the following evaluation, Mo Huai found that many fans left comments jokingly to be his queen and the head of the East Palace.
Anger flashed in his dark eyes, and his heart was extremely unhappy.
He looked at the phone, picked a photo from the photo library and posted it with the text: The only woman in the harem, my queen.
Hmph, the title of his queen only belongs to Ning Mitang, even if other women are taking advantage of their mouths!