The shocking rules of the wedding night: Lord, I will wait for you to divorce your wife

Mo Liancheng raised his lips slightly, and the next moment... passive, became active.

A fiery picture of male|female|intimacy was staged in front of everyone.

Although there are many audiences, the protagonist is very devoted and acts like no one else is around.

There was a sudden gasp in the study room, and some people didn't seem to be able to react.

Yu Hao and others quickly withdrew.

At this time, Qu Tan'er seemed to be doing it on purpose, and stretched his hands towards Mo Liancheng's waist, hugging him tightly, and bringing their bodies closer together.

"Are you teasing me?" Mo Liancheng fine-tuned his breath, resting his head on her shoulder, inhaling deeply of her unique scent, but his lips did not stop for a moment, lingering on her cheeks, occasionally still He would lightly peck her tender white neck and ears.

"So what?" Qu Tan'er raised her mouth, not minding making the atmosphere more ambiguous.

"Haha, it's nothing. I just want to tell you that you, you, succeeded." Mo Liancheng lowered his breath, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the startled figure at the door, but he was in no mood to pay attention to it.And he was lowering his head, smelling the fragrance that was so infatuating that he couldn't help himself, but he didn't want to let go anymore.

Doorway.

"Brother Liancheng..." Mo Fengyang couldn't bear it any longer, he clenched his little hands tightly, his face was completely silent, after taking a deep breath, he was about to walk over, but Yu Hao stopped him after only a single step .

"Princess Nineteen, please stop. The master and the princess are making out, so don't disturb me."

cough!

Qu Tan'er's breath was not smooth, and she almost choked to death with her saliva. He, he, he... Yu Hao doesn't have to be so straightforward, although she admitted that she was making out with Mo Liancheng on purpose, yes Want to get angry with Mo Fengyang, but, sadly, she will also have a thin-skinned moment.

The cheeks felt a little hot in an instant, and the base of the ears, I'm afraid they were also flushed at this time.

She was about to push Mo Liancheng away, "Come on, enough acting."

"This king doesn't look like he's acting for someone."

"You..." This guy, did he mean it for real?

"Whoever starts the fire should put it out."

"Woo, I regret it." It was too much last night, and her waist was still sore.

Mo Liancheng stretched out two fingers, and pampered his little bitter melon-like face, but he also held back his longing, and did not make any further misdeeds.

"Brother Liancheng." Mo Fengyang finally pushed Yu Hao away and took a few steps forward.

Mo Liancheng raised his head slightly, and then switched the positions of the two of them, letting Qu Tan'er lean in his arms, adjusting a comfortable posture, "Fengyang, just tell me if you have anything to say."

"Brother Liancheng and Sister-in-law Bawang really have a good relationship." Mo Fengyang gritted his teeth and said jealously.

"Everyone knows it, so it's not surprising."

"Brother Liancheng suddenly changed his words. Didn't he treat Sister-in-law Bawang indifferently before? Why are you so close?" Mo Fengyang asked, trying his best to hold back the anger in his heart.

"Could it be that my king's previous actions have caused you to misunderstand?" Mo Liancheng carefully played with Qu Tan'er's black hair hanging from his temples.

When Mo Fengyang chopped off his foot, he was even more dissatisfied, and just wanted to say something else.

Qu Tan'er suddenly opened her mouth, coquettishly nestled in Mo Liancheng's arms and said: "Chengcheng, I want to eat the candied fruit in the palace." If someone wants to watch an intimate scene, she will let that person watch it enough.

"Ah."

"I heard that there is a famous restaurant in the capital city. There is a famous dish there. I want to eat it."

"Well, let the servants look for it later."