Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 85 Let's Stop Fighting

Tong Xiaoyun took Qiao Moshen back to the room, but still didn't say a word to him.

In fact, she didn't know what to say.

Qiao Moshen didn't say anything, the big palm still held her little hand tightly.

It was the first time he came to Tong Xiaoyun's room, and everything in the room moved his heart slightly.

Her room is very delicate, pastoral style, floral elements can be seen everywhere.

There are many flowers and plants in the house, which are well taken care of.

He looked around, then retracted his gaze, looked at her and said, "Your room is beautiful."

Tong Xiaoyun's heart skipped a beat because of his sudden voice, she lowered her head, bit her lower lip before raising her head to meet his bright gaze, her pink lips slightly raised a very shallow arc, "Thank you."

Qiao Mo frowned slightly when he heard these two words.

He didn't like the current atmosphere between the two of them very much, as if they had become very unfamiliar.

In contrast, he still likes Tong Xiaoyun more who said he would blow up in front of him.

It seemed that he really scared her last night.

Slowly letting go of her hand, Jomo took a long leg, walked slowly to the side of the bed, sat down slowly, stretched out his big palm to her, "come here."

Tong Xiaoyun's breathing was slightly stagnant, she slowly lowered her eyes, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward slowly, and came to Qiao Moshen, "What's the matter..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Mo stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms.

Tong Xiaoyun took a deep breath, raised her head and looked at him in shock, and suddenly bumped into his deep eyes like a pool.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her pink lips parted, and her voice sounded a little nervous, "Uncle..."

Qiao Moshen didn't want to bring up what happened last night again. Although he was in Tong's house at the moment and saw Tong Wei, the hatred in his heart would be even deeper, but he still wanted to turn over what happened last night.

Slowly raising his hand, the palm of his hand covered her tender cheeks, Qiao Moshen recalled the tears on her face this morning again, and his heart wrinkled slightly.

Tong Xiaoyun frowned, sitting motionless in his arms.

She was a little overwhelmed, facing Qiao Mo's deep embrace and the temperature of his palm, all of this was so familiar, she had obviously gotten used to it, but at this moment, the feeling became very different.

Because she has a knot in her heart that she can't let go of.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes, the warmth from Jomo's deep palm followed her little face, and came to her heart little by little.

The grievance of last night came back again.

Tong Xiaoyun's eyes were slightly red, and she didn't know why, so she suddenly said, "Uncle, let's stop arguing, okay?"

She really, really didn't like this feeling, didn't like arguing with Qiao Moshen very much, even at the beginning, she hated and rejected this man very much.

"Okay." Jomo's deep and gloomy voice sounded on her head, he lowered his head slowly, and a soft kiss landed on her smooth and plump forehead.

It was this kiss that broke Tong Xiaoyun's heart.

The tears she had been holding back still fell, tick tock, onto Qiao Moshen's lapel.

In fact, she wanted to say that at the school gate, the moment she opened the car door and saw Qiao Moshen, most of the anger and grievances from last night had disappeared.

"Don't cry." Jomo held her cheeks with both hands deeply, bowed his head tenderly, and kissed away the tears on her cheeks.

At this moment, he saw her tears clearly, and realized that he really didn't want to see her cry.

The grievance in her heart was soothed bit by bit by Qiao Moshen's gentle voice, Tong Xiaoyun nodded and stopped her tears.

She sniffed, raised her hand to wipe away the tear stains on her cheeks, slowly raised the eyelashes stained with small teardrops, and suddenly became shy, not daring to look into Qiao Mo's deep eyes.

She didn't want Qiao Mo to see her crying.

Qiao Mo looked at her quietly, and the bedroom became very quiet for a while, so quiet that the soft breathing of the two could be heard clearly.

Something was fermenting in the air bit by bit, stirring Jomo's deep heart.

Suddenly, as if something pushed him from behind, he bowed his head and directly captured Tong Xiaoyun's soft and tender lips.

Tong Xiaoyun was frightened by this sudden kiss, her watery star pupils widened, and she couldn't help uttering a moan.

A pair of small hands tightly grasped the clothes on Qiao Mo's deep shoulders. Gradually, Tong Xiaoyun slowly closed her eyes, and devoted herself to the kiss, tactfully catering to her.

As always, she quickly melted between his hot lips, and her body became softer and softer, clinging to Qiao Moshen's body like ice cream that melted when heated.

The girly fragrance on her body fascinates him, every time.

Gently placing her on the big soft bed, Jomo leaned down deeply and covered her soft body. During this period, their lips never separated.

Like every lingering night, just a kiss, and it was out of control.

Every cell in Qiao Moshen's body is clamoring for her!
And he didn't control his lust, he walked as he wished, his hesitant palm stopped on her chest, and he slowly and seductively unbuttoned the first button of her school uniform...

Next is the second, the third...

Suddenly, the little thing that was originally soft and weak under him pushed him away without knowing where the strength came from.

Qiao Mo, a tall and burly man, was almost pushed under the bed by her.

At this moment, the gentle and charming handsome face became slightly gloomy. He looked at her with a strong lust that would not fade away in the future, and his voice was extremely hoarse, with a trace of tension, "Why? gone?"

Tong Xiaoyun sat up, got out of bed while arranging her clothes, turned around and glanced at him, lowered her head shyly with a blushing face, "I...I want to go down and talk to my father, and finally came back."

Jomo could hear the grievance in her voice deeply.

That's right, after all, she and Tong Wei are father and daughter. Even if he hated Tong Wei, it was impossible for him to take Tong Xiaoyun as his own and not allow her to meet his father.

That was unfair to her, and after last night, he felt her grievance and silent tears, and he really couldn't bear to make her sad anymore.

But now, he is the one who is more sad and wronged, okay?
This little thing made him hot all over, so he wanted to leave like this?

"You're gone, what about me?" He pointed to the small tent below him and asked seriously.

Tong Xiaoyun looked in the direction of his finger, and the sea of ​​flames roared past her blushing little face again, and her ears burned up.

Immediately withdrawing her gaze, she turned around quickly, her voice became even more stumbling, and she said irresponsibly, "What does that have to do with me? It's you...you..."

"What am I? Without you, I can do this myself?" Qiao Mo asked her deeply and severely, as if Tong Xiaoyun made some unforgivable mistake.

(End of this chapter)