WIFE-SPOILING MANIAC: Be Gentle with the arrogant prince charming

Chapter 220



Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Is Chapter 220 trying to molest me

Author:?Qingqing Zijin 05?MACHINE TRANSLATION

Jian Xiaomo went back to the manor immediately. Long Chenjue hadn’t come back yet, so she went to take a shower first and changed into a new set of clothes. Only then did she realize that her cell phone was bouncing on the bed. She picked it up immediately and took a look at the cell phone number on it. After thinking for a while, she pressed the number.

She couldn’t give Jian Jingtian any hope.

Just as she pressed it down, a slender arm suddenly reached over and snatched the phone from Jian Xiaomo’s hand.

Jian Xiaomo turned around in surprise and saw long Chenjue in a black suit standing behind her.

She didn’t have time to ask long Chenjue when he came back. She just wanted to snatch her phone back and said, “Long Chenjue, give me back my phone. ” There was a call from Jun Muqian on it. If Long Chenjue saw it.. Who knew how furious this man would be.

Long Chenjue saw Jian Xiaomo’s nervous look and frowned. “Jian Xiaomo, why are you in such a hurry to get back your phone? Is there something shameful on it? ” As he said that, long Chenjue pressed on the phone screen helplessly Jian Xiaomo had set the password, but she couldn’t open it.

Jian Xiaomo’s face turned pale and she quickly said, “there’s no secret. It’s just a message from Mengmeng. ”

Obviously, long Chenjue didn’t believe it. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Jian Xiaomo, then said, “unlock the password for me. ” As he said that, he forcefully stuffed the phone into Jian Xiaomo’s hand.

Jian Xiaomo was delighted and immediately took the phone. The next moment, she unlocked the phone and was about to delete the call record.

However, before she had time to do that, the phone was already snatched by Long Chenjue.

Jian Xiaomo’s face changed, and she quickly reached out to snatch the phone again.

However, long Chenjue was tall and big. Jian Xiaomo jumped a few times, but she could not reach the phone. Jian Xiaomo was so anxious that her face turned red and she said, “Long Chenjue, give me back the phone. ”

Long Chenjue naturally saw that something was not right. He immediately raised the phone up high and was about to look at the phone.

Jian Xiaomo became even more anxious. Suddenly, she pounced on Long Chenjue and threw him onto the bed.

Long Chenjue was stunned, and then he held Jian Xiaomo even tighter and said, “Jian Xiaomo, tell me, are you trying to molest me? ” He actually pounced on him with so much strength.

Jian Xiaomo’s mind was immediately focused on the phone. Guan Long Chenjue’s words of teasing her only made her struggle to snatch the phone from long Chenjue’s hands.

Long Chenjue was pressed down by Jian Xiaomo, watching the woman’s small hands caressing his body.

One was indifferent, while the other was so anxious that sweat almost broke out on their foreheads.

Just when Jian Xiaomo thought she was about to grab the phone, she suddenly saw long Chenjue gently raise his finger. Then, Jian Xiaomo stared at a black thing with her mouth agape and fell out of the window in a parabolic curve.

Jian Xiaomo was stunned. She was about to get up from long Chenjue and pick up her phone.

No matter what, the phone had been with her for two years. They had feelings for each other. How could she just throw it away like that.

She gritted her teeth and glared at long Chenjue. This evil man was about to get up.

Long Chenjue’s anger was aroused. He was not willing to let go of Jian Xiaomo so easily. Suddenly, his long fingers snapped and he pulled Jian Xiaomo into his arms He said in a hoarse voice, “Jian Xiaomo, since you threw yourself into my arms, I will reluctantly fulfill your wish. ”

It was a rare chance for him to throw himself into her arms, so he had to be tactful!

Only then did Jian Xiaomo realize the serious consequences of pouncing on this man. She hurriedly stood up.


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