Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 609 If you want to sleep with me at night, you can only sleep with me
She said: "Baby Qingqing, do you have the heart? Don't you plan to pass the first important milestone in my life with me? I don't care, you are mine tonight, and I will sleep with you tonight , you can only sleep with me, or you will break up with me!"

Chang Qing... rolled her eyes speechlessly, coughed a few times, and planned to retreat, saying: "Then let's do this, after your coming-of-age ceremony is over, I'm leaving! If you don't agree, then you can only break up the relationship, Anyway, I am so popular, I am not inferior to you, hum!"

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Mo Dongling stared at Chang Qing with interest for a long time. This girl's temperament is really pure and sweet, like a clear spring hidden in the deep mountains that has not been discovered by human beings. It is as clear and moist as it is fascinating.

He felt that the heart that had been fluttering among the flowers in the game for so many years suddenly had a place to settle down.

Well, absolute force is the first correct cognition in his life.

There were many guests downstairs, and Mo Dongling needed to take care of a lot. This was the first time he hated this kind of commercial party.

Compared with those glamorous ladies and actors downstairs, he prefers to admire the pure and natural little loli here alone, which is more pleasing to the eye and the eye.

After Mo Dongling left, Chang Qing looked in the mirror and helped Mo Changhuan tidy up the white pleated skirt. The tail of the skirt swayed and dragged very long, like a mermaid's tail. It was gorgeous and luxurious. Chang Qing was very envious, but not jealous. Do not look forward to.

She feels that people are born in different classes, and there is no distinction between high and low in life. Some people are born richer, and some are born poorer. But as long as they live happily and freely, it doesn't matter if you want those hypocritical brocade rewards or not. relation.

Chang Qing looked at the mirror with emotion, and said, "Huanhuan, when you are not talking, you are still very ladylike and beautiful when you maintain such elegance."

Mo Changhuan looked at himself in the mirror and said narcissistically: "That's right, I'm the most beautiful and sweetest little princess in the universe... Cough cough, of course I'm not as good as you."

Just as Chang Qing was about to curl his lips and hum, the phone on the dressing table turned on.

Her eyes slanted slightly, and immediately the hairs all over her body trembled.

She immediately grabbed the phone and said to Mo Changhuan: "I'm going out to answer the phone, please be good. I'll look for you when I come back!"

Before Mo Changhuan could react, Chang Qing grabbed the phone and rushed out.

Mo Changhuan... scratched his little head, looked at the empty doorway, and was in a daze for no reason.

She secretly thought about how weird and neurotic this little girl is, there must be some shady secret hiding from her.

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The glazed lamps in the corridor fell coldly on the dark red carpet, and the darkness was intertwined with a faint halo, showing the low-key luxury of the rich and famous.

Chang Qing walked through the end of the corridor and turned into a bathroom, closed the door and locked it.

She sat nervously on the toilet seat with her chrysanthemum in between, adjusted her messy breath, and then connected to the other party's phone.

At this time, it was eight o'clock in the evening in the imperial capital, which happened to be eight o'clock in the morning in New York, USA. After finishing his breakfast, Karl was strolling casually in the western-style garden.

In fact, it took less than a dozen seconds from the time Carl's phone rang to being connected by Chang Qing, but Carl was obviously very dissatisfied with Chang Qing's slow response.

He looked at the rhododendrons blooming in the garden, the flowers were lush and gorgeous, like the red lips of a little thing, youthful, bright and full of vigor.

Carl frowned dangerously, his voice was deliberately low, suppressing a trace of hostility, and he said, "Where are you? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

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