Exclusive wife, wealthy husband is too fierce

Chapter 7

Following Mo Zhaoyun's movements, Gong Wan'er greedily asked for it. She didn't push Mo Zhaoyun away until she felt a little breathless, her face flushed red.

Mo Zhaoyun smiled charmingly, his knuckles brushed against Gong Wan'er's collarbone, he slid all the way down and gently peeled off her half-unbuttoned shirt, and continued the action...

The two people whose lust completely conquered their reason made a mess in the car, the tide of desire wet the seats in the car, Gong Wan'er was tossed hard, her face was flushed after joy, and she was drowsy , Mo Zhaoyun, who was still full of thoughts, drove back to the villa and carried her into the big bed in the house.

Looking at the person in her arms, the medicine has passed, she is much quieter, her lips are swollen from kisses, Mo Zhaoyun is very satisfied with the bright strawberries all over her body, because Gong Wan'er was affected by the medicine just now. So, he resisted the urge to ask for it again, pulled the quilt up and put his arms around Gong Wan'er and fell into a deep sleep.

When the sun rose, Mo Zhaoyun had already left the room, the sound of running water in the bathroom continued, Gong Wan'er's cheeks were flushed under the shower, thinking about yesterday's thrilling, still a little trembling in the bottom of her heart, she washed her body clean Bubbles, grabbed a towel from a shelf and wrapped it around her body, and walked out of the bathroom door with bare feet.

The lingering aftertaste of happiness in the room was still there. Picking up the clothes that fell on the floor, they were already wrinkled. Looking around, the room furnishings couldn’t be simpler. The shirt should be fine, right?Go back and wash it and return it.

Go forward and open the sliding door of the closet. Inside, shirts and suits are neatly arranged in shades of color. The bottom two compartments are casual clothes and underwear. It can be seen that the owner of the closet is very particular. I chose a white round-neck short-sleeved sleeve from the inner compartment, which was wide and wide, just below the hips, almost the position of a miniskirt.After changing her clothes, she opened the door of the bedroom. Before she stepped out with one foot, she could vaguely hear someone talking outside.

The woman on the sofa looks to be in her early forties, with a well-maintained face. Although her figure is a little fat, she has the unique charm of a mature woman. She is also very particular about her clothes. She wears a knee-length cheongsam with a black background and blue patterns. The temperament of the room is from the inside out.

The one standing opposite the woman was Mo Zhaoyun, with uncombed hair and wearing a casual T-shirt, like a literary uncle who stays at home all day, with his hands in his pockets, he lost his patience in the face of the chattering woman: "Mom, what about me is up to you!" Don't worry about it."

"What do you mean by this, you are my son and I am your mother, how can we divide yours and mine, not to mention marriage is a big deal, mom must take care of this for you." Mo's mother looked serious. Let her rest assured, except that there has been no movement on the major matters of marriage.

"I got married, not you." Mo Zhaoyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was not the first time that the mother and son had discussed this topic. Every time they broke up unhappy, this time is probably no exception.

Mo's mother stared at her son. Several old sisters and grandchildren are about to be soy sauced. Her son doesn't have a girlfriend yet. As a result, she and them always have nothing in common when they get together. Thinking of this, Mo's mother is determined to have something to say today The son went on a blind date: "I don't care, you have to meet me today, she is a nice girl, we can talk about it if you like it or not, anyway, you have to come with me today, there is no need to discuss it."

"Don't go."

"must go."

The two people in the living room were at a stalemate. Mo Zhaoyun never went on a blind date, and Mo's mother also looked like she would never give up until she reached her goal. The two looked at each other, and Gong Wan'er, who was hiding in the dark, felt a little awkward.

Thinking about how Mo Zhaoyun saved her yesterday, and what happened to the two of them again, and Mo Zhaoyun still wanted to help her, Gong Wan'er felt a little sorry. Although it was her who suffered the most, the situation at that time did not Another way, Gong Wan'er gritted her teeth and decided to be a babysitter for Mo Zhaoyun.

She messed up her hair, stretched her waist and walked out on purpose: "Zhao Yun, who are you talking to?"

The two people in the living room turned their heads at the same time, and saw that Gong Wan'er was wearing Mo Zhaoyun's clothes, her hair was disheveled and she couldn't wear slippers, she seemed to have just woken up.

Before Mo Zhaoyun could react, Mo's mother stood up first, pointed at Gong Wan'er, with a puzzled expression on her face, "You...who are you? Why are you in my son's room and...dressed like this, a girl is too It's outrageous!"

Gong Wan'er frowned, first imitating Mo's mother with a puzzled look on her face, then she hurriedly straightened her hair as if suddenly enlightened, walked to Mo Zhaoyun's side, and took his arm: "Hello, Auntie , I'm Zhao Yun's girlfriend, hasn't he told you?"

While talking about Gong Wan'er, he secretly squeezed Mo Zhaoyun, and signaled Mo Zhaoyun with his eyes that if he doesn't want to go on a blind date, he should cooperate a bit, and Mo's mother was surprised and delighted by what she said, and she also voted for her son. look.

(End of this chapter)