The Noble Lord Is So Fierce: Greeting Kiss, My Sweet Wife

Then, the subway perverted man who touched her on the subway!

He is right!

Just as calm and indifferent, with a clear and sharp face!

An eagle eye that is as dark as ink so sharp that people dare not look directly at it!

A strong aura as cold and biting!

His grandma got a ball!

She must have not read the almanac when she went out!

Seeing Tong Jiumo's look astonished by the secretary general, he even called Mo Qijue a subway metamorphosis?

In order not to suffer, the secretary hurriedly withdrew.

Tong Jiumo bit his scalp, brewed for a while, and the smile on his face gradually recovered. With a beautiful smile, he walked to the man with cold and sharp eyes, and said slightly, "Mr. Mo, hello."

Mo Qijue's expression became cold, his dark eyes fell on her pale face, staring at her coldly.

Tong Jiumo was so stared at him, a little faint.

She raised her eyebrows, "Mr. Mo, you... stare at me like this, is there anything dirty on my face?"

Tong Jiumo said, took out the makeup mirror from her hug, looked for the interface and said, "It's done, I'm going to add some makeup..."

As Tong Jiumo said, he wanted to escape.

But when he passed by Mo Qijue and was about to pass by, he was caught on his way.

Mo Qijue's eyes shrank, staring at her closely, his thin lips slightly opened, "Auntie, what a coincidence."

"Yes, the subway has changed... ahem, Mr. Mo, what a coincidence."

Tong Jiumo noticed that he had said something wrong, so he paused and changed his name.

"Metro perverted man, is there someone so handsome and golden as me?" Mo Qijue pondered for a while, the whole tall and stalwart figure leaned over, exhaling the hot breath, spraying on her body.

Tong Jiumo instantly felt a powerful current spread all over his body instantly, and the handsome face of the man gradually expanded infinitely...

She stepped back step by step until she was in front of the French window, her back pressed tightly against the French window.

The next moment, he raised his hand, wiped her ear, and put it on the French window.

"Mr. Mo...What do you want to do?" Tong Jiumo didn't dare to look at him directly, and asked weakly.

"Do you have any evidence to prove that I am the one who touched you? A man of my status and status needs to go to the subway to touch a woman?" Mo Qijue was cold and angry, her eyes locked tightly with her piercing eyes.

"It's you who did too much..." Tong Jiumo was overwhelmed by his aura, but he didn't let himself take care of it.

And the fact is, he touched her originally.

What's more, he is a big president, shouldn't he be picked up by a private car? How could he go to take the subway?

What kind of subway can someone like him take?

"Excessive grandmother, right? You frame an innocent stranger without any evidence." Mo Qijue stretched out her slender fingers, pinched her jaw, raised it slightly, forcing her to look at him.

The voice was cold, "How to compensate!"

Mo Qijue spit out coldly at her coldly.

This is the first time he has lost such a big face since he was born.

Shame, anger, and aggrieved feelings are all felt in a woman at the same time.

Tong Jiumo was so angry that he looked at him blankly, unable to say a word.

He kept talking, her eyes were so cold that she couldn't help shaking.

"You should be thankful that the person you met is me. If not, you can only be asked to do indescribable things in a certain hotel!"

Tong Jiumo frowned, looking at him uncertainly, "Is it really you?"

"Of course it's not me! Do I want any woman, go to the subway to find a woman?"

Mo Qijue pulled his tie angrily and slammed his fist against the French window.

Tong Jiumo trembled and looked at him tremblingly.

The air fell silent.

Suddenly, Mo Qijue looked up and down Tong Jiumo.