The President's wife is a global sensation

Chapter 58 Be good, call me husband
At this time, the culprit didn't feel that he was at fault at all, so he rubbed against his chest and closed his eyes.

Mo Yuchi's obsession with cleanliness has existed since he could remember, he could hardly bear it, and wanted to push her away.

But Tang Yimo hugged his waist, used brute force, and said vaguely: "Grandpa, don't go, Little Bubble is very good~"

Mo Yuchi: "..."

little bubbles...

Her drunken voice was soft and crisp, and she was obedient when she said this nickname.

In an instant, the anger that had just sprung up in him disappeared without a trace.

Mo Yuchi didn't let her continue to torment, he picked her up and walked upstairs.

The goblin really didn't move this time, curled up in his arms and fell asleep.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Mo Yuchi put her on the bed.

Wiping the wine off her body, his eyes fell on her delicate and charming cheeks, and his eyes became a little loose.

He called hot water, washed her face, and rinsed her mouth.

She was in a half-asleep state, cooperating with him very well.

After some busy work, Mo Yuchi sat by the bed, saw that her clothes were a little wet, and wanted to change her into a clean pajamas, but just as he raised his hand, he was pulled back by reason.

He didn't like to take advantage of others, and he didn't feel that he could control what he didn't do to her.

Suddenly, Tang Yimo moved her small mouth, as if feeling a little uncomfortable, she turned over and frowned.

Mo Yuchi only felt a tickle in his throat, and his lips moved: "Little foam..."

Listening to the familiar nickname, Tang Yimo babbled: "Grandpa... I want to eat meat."

She instinctively thought that the person sitting next to her was grandpa, because only grandpa would call her that, gentle and pampering...

Mo Yuchi's protruding Adam's apple rolled for a moment: "I'm not your grandfather."

"You are." Tang Yimo pouted.

Mo Yuchi suddenly became interested, took out his phone and turned on the recording, his lips drew a sexy arc: "Little Bubble, who am I, huh?"

Tang Yimo licked his mouth: "Grandpa..."

Mo Yuchi corrected, "I'm Mo Yuchi."

Tang Yimo frowned again: "Is Mo Yuchi?"

"Ah."

"Mo Yuchi is a villain!"

Mo Yuchi: "..."

Tang Yimo closed his eyes and chattered endlessly, "It's not particularly bad."

However, Mo Yuchi became emotional, and his voice was dangerously low: "Girl, do you know what is really bad?"

Tang Yimo opened a slit in his eyes, but couldn't see his face clearly, and closed his eyes again: "I don't know."

Mo Yuchi's low and lazy voice is very seductive: "Good boy, call me husband."

Although Tang Yimo was drunk, he also knew that this name should not be called casually.

She mumbled softly: "You are so noisy, disturbing my sleep."

Mo Yuchi: "..."

He had never seen her so obedient. He wanted to tease her, but he felt like he was being forcibly ended before it even started.

He got up and covered her with the quilt again: "Good night, Mrs. Mo."

When he was about to turn around and leave, unexpectedly, she stretched out her hand and held his little finger.

Mo Yuchi stood where he was, and saw her frowning, a little scared and insecure.

He sat down again.

Not long after, a hurried bell rang.

Mo Yuchi took out his mobile phone and turned off the sound. When he saw the caller ID, his eyes were slightly warm.

Gently patted Tang Yimo's hand, then put it under the quilt, then got up and went out.

When we got to the corridor, I answered the phone. The child's cute voice said, "Daddy."

　Ask for a recommendation ticket for the naughty old Mo!

　　


(End of this chapter)