The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Older men generally care more about their age.

Chu Jin's words undoubtedly poked Mr. Mo's wound.

Mo Zhixuan's eyes deepened, he took a puff of cigarette, and casually threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, restrained Chu Jin's waist with one hand, and lifted her chin with the other, before exhaling the smoke from his mouth, he lowered his head and kissed her. her red lips.

The lips and teeth were pried open, and a steady stream of smoke came from his mouth. The faint smoke lingered between the lips and tongue of the two of them. Chu Jin was unprepared and coughed violently, but Mo Zhixuan didn't take it seriously. Holding her head, she deftly pried open her teeth, and the cool tip of her tongue penetrated in, gradually deepening, her lips and tongue entangled, dancing with the smoke.

A wisp of smoke overflowed from the corners of the two people's close mouths, the hazy beauty was looming, and the temperature in the room rose sharply, beautiful and lingering, and spring returned to the earth. After that, there will be no more winter in the Northland.

Dry firewood burns more and more intensely.

But at this time.

In the silent space, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

When Mrs. Mo walked in, Chu Jin was sitting on the sofa watching TV, her face was as usual, but her lips were red and enchanting like poppies, while Mo Zhixuan was facing away from Mrs. Mo, dressed in a cold go upstairs.

Mrs. Mo said to his back, "Xuan'er, it's time to eat."

"Eat first." The voice was as deep and cold as ever.

"Why are you going? Don't you have dinner together?" Madam Mo continued.

Mr. Mo's footsteps paused, and he slowly uttered two words, "Take a bath." After saying that, his figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

Chu Jin's heart, which had finally calmed down, beat fast again because of the word 'bathing'.

The base of the ear is red and hot.

"This child, why take a bath after eating?" Mrs. Mo scolded, then walked to Chu Jin's side, and said with a smile, "Ah Jin, it's fine if he doesn't eat, let's eat."

Mr. Mo's bath took a little too long. He didn't walk upstairs until after the meal while buttoning his cuff buttons with his eyes down.

The body is like a jade tree, and the delicate cufflinks reflect the cold light under the light, just like his whole person, serious and rigid, unsmiling.

in the living room.

The three women made a show, sitting at the table at the moment, playing poker, the battle was in full swing, the atmosphere was intense, and everyone who looked good put a pile of small change in front of each other.

Mrs. Mo has no other hobbies, but she likes to play cards. Whether it's mahjong or poker, she can play.

After a circle, Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi's faces were all covered with notes, and the change in front of Mrs. Mo was almost piled up into a hill.

Chu Jin thought he was good at poker, but he didn't expect that there are strong players among the strong.

Older gingers are more spicy.

Mo Zhixuan stood at the top of the stairs, looking at the three people here, the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.

**

After staying at Mo's house for one night, Chu Jin went home the next morning.

It was the driver of the Mo family who brought her back. Mo Zhixuan was busy and disappeared early in the morning.

Today is Saturday, Mrs. Zhang is resting, and the empty villa seems a little quiet.

Chu Jin walked upstairs, and as soon as she opened the bedroom door, a white shadow jumped onto her shoulder, "Master, welcome back."

Xiao Bai kept rubbing her head.

Chu Jin came to the desk, turned on the computer, logged on to a familiar website, and replied to book reviews for a while, and it was 13 o'clock in the afternoon in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly remembered that today was the day she met with the president of Shiyuan Technology, closed the computer, changed clothes, and hurried out the door.

According to the address Qin Zhenglin gave, Chu Jin stopped in front of a high-end membership-only teahouse.

——Chen Palace.

Chen is the synonym for the emperor, the hub of the stars.

To be able to give such a name to a teahouse, the boss behind the scenes must not be an ordinary person.

As soon as Chu Jin stepped into the teahouse, a waiter greeted him politely, showing a standard smile, "Hello, is this Miss Chu?"'

"It's me," Chu Jin nodded slightly.

"The person in charge of Shiyuan Technology has been waiting for you inside for a long time, follow me." The waiter stepped forward to lead the way.

Chu Jin followed.

The Chen Palace has a total of 9 floors, and each floor has a different style, but they all have a common feature, high-end luxury and magnificence.

The waiters inside are all dressed in classic plain clothes and robes, with a dignified demeanor, as if they have stepped out of ancient ladies' pictures, and they are well-trained.

There are no male waiters.

It gives people the illusion of having three thousand beauties in the harem like a king.

The more you go up, the more gorgeous the layout inside. Chu Jin noticed that the random paintings on the wall were all made by famous artists, and the value was more than 6 figures.

Going all the way to the top floor, and turning a corner, the waiter brought Chu Jin to the 'Eternal Instrument Hall' and stopped.

"Miss Chu, it's here." The waiter bent slightly, then took a few steps back before turning and leaving.

There was some stillness in the air.

Looking at the door in front of him, Chu Jin felt a sense of vicissitudes. It was very strange, as if, through this door, there was another world inside.

After a long time, she stretched out her hand and opened the door.

The sound of 'squeak' was particularly harsh in this silent space.

behind the door...