Mo Yanchen leaned back on the exquisite chair, his fingers holding the cupped hands as he looked up at her without saying a word.
Embarrassed by his stare, Shen chengjing put down her glass and walked up to him.""Uncle's expression is not bad! Mm, very good. Your skin is good. "
"What?" The man raised his eyes slightly and looked at her lazily.
Shen chengjing couldn't take it anymore. She reached out and hugged his arm.""Uncle, help me with English. I want to make a Hollywood movie."
"Ah," he said. She was forcefully pulled into his arms, and the man held her waist.
She raised her head from his arms and looked up at the man in front of her at a 90-degree angle.
"Uncle," She buried her face in his arms and acted coquettishly. Mo Yanchen looked at her, feeling very troubled.
He pushed her away, stood up, and walked to the front.
"Anything is possible, but this is the only thing that's difficult." He said in a deep voice.
