Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 139 Take a bath, you help me wash

After dinner, Qiao Moshen asked the housekeeper to arrange a room for Cong Yi, while Qiao Mobai went back to his own room.

Tong Xiaoyun followed Qiao Moshen back to the room.

When eating just now, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Qiao Moshen had quietly invited chefs from eight major cuisines for her. Besides, eating was something that made her so happy that she could forget herself. Tong Xiaoyun had already thrown away the parrot door incident to the back of the head.

"Uncle, let's find Cong Yi and Mo Bai to play mahjong later, it's still early, it's boring not to do something, I'm boring." After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she said excitedly, fart Pidianer followed Jomoshen to the bathroom.

Qiao Mo didn't know that Tong Xiaoyun could play mahjong, but he didn't ask. He just gave her an inscrutable smile, and strode towards the shower without saying anything.

Tong Xiaoyun was fascinated by Qiao Moshen's smile, and followed closely with her short legs, "Is it okay? You don't know, I started playing mahjong when I was very young. At that time, my parents were busy. Time is in charge of me, I'm just with my grandma, my grandma likes to play mahjong very much, I'm by her side, I've been fascinated by it, gradually...uncle..."

Her noisy mouth stopped shyly when she found that Jomo had undressed her deeply.

"Are you bored?" Jomo asked her lightly, taking off the suspender dress on her body smoothly.

Tong Xiaoyun stood straight on the spot, with her little hands hanging down on both sides of her body helplessly, her shy little face was buried low, and she could only see her fan-like eyelashes flickering slightly, showing her shyness.

Jomo lowered his head deeply, taking all the beauty into his eyes.

Tong Xiaoyun couldn't help shivering, and Qiao Mo's deep Su Yin sounded from above his head, "It's your turn to help me."

Tong Xiaoyun's beautiful eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and her gradually blushing face was like a blooming peach blossom, blooming infinitely charming amidst the sweetness.

A pair of small hands as white as jade slowly lifted up, with a little trembling, and gently lifted off the T-shirt of the same color as her dress on Qiao Moshen's body.

His sexy figure flashed in her starry eyes.

Although it was not the first time I saw it, Tong Xiaoyun's eyes still showed shyness and nervousness involuntarily, and there was a layer of cool sweat in his palms.

She took off Jomo's deep upper body T-shirt, then untied his belt, followed by his trousers...

Tong Xiaoyun's heart beat faster the whole time, and because she was nervous and shy, her movements were clumsy and slow.

When Qiao Moshen took off all the coverings on his body, the fire in his body seemed to have erupted, burning his whole body.

He has been enduring, not in a hurry to destroy this sweet and ambiguous beauty.

"You wash for me." His voice was hoarse with a little bit of tension, and he took Tong Xiaoyun's little hand with a big hand, letting her little hand cover his wet abdominal muscles.

Tong Xiaoyun felt as if she was holding a hot soldering iron, which was hot and hard. She wanted to withdraw her little hand like an electric shock, but Qiao Moshen didn't allow it.

Biting her lower lip with her snow-white teeth, Tong Xiaoyun secretly took a deep breath, and then mustered up the courage to give him a serious bath.

Her little hands were extremely soft, and the soft touch brought Jomo deep, the most tantalizing strength.

It was as if her little hands were rubbing his heart.

Jomo gritted his teeth deeply and resisted the urge to rush her directly, and said softly, "There is still the bottom."

The movements of Tong Xiaoyun's small hands froze, because of her extreme shyness, a thin layer of mist had covered her watery eyes, and her little face was about to burn.

Slowly raising a pretty little face with crimson, she finally bravely met his light and beastly gaze, opened her pink and tender mouth like a peach blossom, and said as if her tongue was tied, "Big... Uncle, I..."

"Hey, I'll wash it for you later." Jomo's sexy thin lips slowly raised a gentle arc, slowly lowered his head, and placed a light kiss on her smooth and plump forehead.

Tong Xiaoyun couldn't stand Qiao Moshen's tenderness the most, she simply did whatever he said, as if she was possessed by a demon.

Nodding unconsciously, she squatted down in front of Jomo little by little, not even daring to lift her eyelids, and lamely and shyly cleaned Jomo deeply.

After a long time, the grueling work was finally completed, and Tong Xiaoyun breathed a sigh of relief, but what greeted her next was even more touching.

Jomo's deep palm, with scorching temperature and ambiguous strength, slowly walked over every part of her body.

Her heart began to tremble, and she lay limply in Jomoshen's arms, her small face was as hot as Jomoshen's muscles.

There was a hot feeling in the body, it was so unbearable, Tong Xiaoyun couldn't help but opened his small mouth, and took a few deep breaths, but the air around him was already stained with the charming and masculine breath of Qiao Moshen.

The crystal clear and warm water mischievously drilled between her and Qiao Mo's tightly pressed skin, Tong Xiaoyun only felt that her legs were weak and she couldn't even stand upright.

She held Jomo's deep and strong arms tightly with her small hands, and unconsciously arched his body, rubbing it impatiently, "Uncle...uncle..."

The emptiness coming from her lower abdomen tormented her severely. Her voice was like meowing. To Jomo's deep listening, it was the most beautiful movement in the world.

"I'm here." His arms around her were tightened, and there was a strong taste of love in his voice.

Tong Xiaoyun was about to be tormented by that feeling of emptiness, she hooked her tender little toes, and unconsciously stepped on Qiao Moshen's instep, making a cat-like moaning sound, and burrowed into his arms, Just wanted to get into his body.

Qiao Moshen still hung on and refused to give it to her, and asked nastyly, "What's the matter? Do you want something? Tell me."

Tong Xiaoyun was coaxed by him and lost all consciousness in her mind. She let go of Qiao Moshen's arm with her small hands, and went up little by little. Finally, she tiptoed and wrapped around Qiao Moshen's neck, her toes still stepped on him. on the instep.

She was a small one, hanging on the tall and tall Qiao Moshen, raised a small red face and looked at him aggrievedly, the mist in the starry eyes was already thick, "Uncle... ...Uncle..."

Her voice was soft and feeble, with thousands of twists and turns, which made Qiao Mo's heart itch.

But he still didn't move, his reddened eyes tightly enveloped her charming little face, his voice was hoarse and tense to the extreme, "What's wrong?"

His Su Yin, everything about him, to Tong Xiaoyun at this time, is more powerful than a love potion and can draw out a strong sense of intolerance and dryness.

Tong Xiaoyun completely lost consciousness, tiptoeing high and only wanted to reach Qiao Moshen's sexy thin lips, "Uncle... Please..."

Qiao Moshen was still dissatisfied, he lowered his head slowly, and when he was about to kiss her lips, he stopped, "Please what?"

Tong Xiaoyun was so teased that she completely threw her shyness out of the blue, and choked up, "Please...please...give me...uncle, I want you..."

Only then did Qiao Moshen smile in satisfaction, and directly lifted her up, letting her short legs wrap around his strong waist, and left the bathroom wet.

He put her on the big soft bed, and pressed his wet body directly on it. He didn't want to bear it anymore, and took her slightly parted pink lips in one bite.

Until the end, Tong Xiaoyun felt that she could no longer bear too much, and begged for mercy in a messy voice, but Qiao Moshen still refused to let her go, and continued to demand domineeringly.

"Uncle... I don't want it anymore..." She cried out, and the crystal tears fell down the corners of her eyes, wet her black hair scattered on the pillow like a waterfall.

She really couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't breathe, her whole body was shaking, her head was blank, she couldn't breathe no matter what...

For a moment, it seemed that even time had stopped.

The red and swollen little mouth opened, and she couldn't scream even if she wanted to. Tong Xiaoyun only felt that she was standing on a cloud, and she was about to fall off.

She couldn't help clutching the bed sheet tightly, and after a long, long time, she finally cried out.

Jomo lowered his head slowly, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. A hoarse voice sounded in her ear with ambiguous heat, "I'll give you what you want. Next, should we talk about it?" Are you talking about punishment?"

Tong Xiaoyun looked at him puzzled while sobbing, her aggrieved face was full of confusion.

What punishment?
Why punish her?
Qiao Moshen met her confused gaze, raised his thick and heroic eyebrows slightly, and the nobility between the brows was rubbed into a trace of charm, "You told your parrot that I'm a villain?"

Uh……

Tong Xiaoyun was speechless.

How could he still remember this?
What a vengeful old man!
Tong Xiaoyun pouted, snorted, turned her face away, her aggrieved voice was still choked up, "Stop looking for those high-sounding reasons, what punishment? You just don't want me to sleep."

Jomo smiled deeply, and nodded honestly, "That's right, I just don't want you to sleep... So, I'm really a bad guy."

As he spoke, he lowered his head again, captured her red, swollen and shiny mouth, and proved to her with his actions that he was indeed a villain.

……

The next day was another sunny day.

Outside, the sun is already shining.

In the luxurious bedroom, on the soft KingSize bed, the two hugged each other tightly but still fell asleep deeply.

This sleep lasted until 01:30 in the afternoon when Tong Xiaoyun slowly opened a pair of tired starry eyes.

The fan-like eyelashes flickered twice, then they were pulled back feebly, and the bleary vision gradually became clear, and it fell directly on Jomo's deep white and healthy chest.

She immediately thought of Qiao Moshen's evil deeds last night, and the starry eyes could not help but shoot out an angry light, she raised her head suddenly, and her angry eyes fell directly on Qiao Moshen's peaceful and handsome sleeping face.

She was full of anger, but it disappeared in this instant.

Uh……

Well, she admitted that she was once again amazed by Qiao Mo.

In fact, what amazed her was not only his appearance, but many more, including his aura, his charm, and even his somewhat annoying personality... She didn't want to lie, she liked them all.

Even though Qiao Moshen was always disgusting to her, said she was stupid, said she was a pig, and said she was useless, but she was angry on the surface, but deep down, she was attracted to him on the contrary.

Is this cheap?
If it's not cheap, then it should be love.

Did she fall in love with this old man?

Is this possible?

Probably, yes.

If she doesn't even love such a man... Could it be that she wants to go to heaven?
But thinking about Qiao Mo's hateful place, Tong Xiaoyun wanted to fight against her own heart.

No, she has not fallen in love with this man, at least not yet.

(End of this chapter)