Getting drunk on marriage: Domineering president, please take over

Chapter 175 Mrs. Mo, you have it?
Su Man raised his eyes and met Mo Ziqian's emotional eyes. Yun Yun's black eyes sparkled strangely, and the originally dark eyes even showed a shimmering luster, like a vortex in the deep sea. , The strong adsorption force forced Suman into it, unable to extricate himself.

Mo Ziqian's eyes fell on Suman's red lips.

The shape is beautiful, red without painting, like a cherry hanging on a tree.

Under Mo Ziqian's sight, there was a tinge of red on his fair face.

Like shyness, like shyness, just like a spring river, endless tenderness, endless tenderness.

Mo Ziqian couldn't help but leaned down, and gently touched the pink red lips. The moment the lips touched, the familiar soft and beautiful taste in his memory echoed in his mind.

Soft, tender, and a little sweet, the moment Mo Ziqian kissed it, it bloomed like a poppy flower, and it tasted like a marrow.

Su Man felt as if he had become a puddle of clear water, and was moved by Mo Ziqian.

The heart of spring is rippling, and this feeling can be waited for.

It seems that as long as Suman smells the unique hormones emanating from Mo Ziqian's body, a thin string in her body will break.

The undrawn curtains let the sun's rays shine on the two entangled on the bed.

The sun watched the live broadcast for a long time, but they hadn't felt the scorching light yet, and the temperature gradually dropped.

A round of red-faced sunset appeared in the sky, and even the white clouds were dyed an intoxicating red, leaving the fragrance intoxicating.

Suman was as soft as cotton, and like drizzle in spring, soft.

Mo Ziqian looked at Su Man's coquettish look, with a satisfied smile on his handsome face.

He held Suman in his arms, listening to each other's heartbeats quietly.

After a while, Mo Ziqian let go of Suman, got out of the bed, bent down, and carried Suman into the bathroom with all his might.

Su Man was very tired. She closed her eyes and wanted to sleep, but Mo Ziqian didn't let her go. He put one hand under her armpit and the other under her leg, hugging her like a princess.

"Mr. Mo, are you a cow?" Su Man asked.

"Haven't I already tried what I am?" Mo Ziqian replied softly, with a gentle smile on his face that he didn't realize.

"How do I know if you are the incarnation of cow essence? I am very tired, don't you see it? Where does it look like you just had a meal, full of energy, do you need someone to rest, can you let me have fun? "Suman said several words at once, each sentence was dissatisfied with Mo Ziqian's domineering demands.

"It's your lack of exercise, you're so lazy, a little exercise is enough." Mo Ziqian raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Mo, you are not human," Suman said.

"I am a god, your male god," Mo Ziqian continued.

Suman immediately grew red lips and said, "Ugh—"

Mo Ziqian smiled instantly, his brows stretched out, and there was a faint smile on his handsome face, like the Zhilan Yushu in ancient Lisven.

"Mrs. Mo, you really apply what you have learned. Yes, you have a bright future," Mo Ziqian said with a smile.

Su Man suddenly thought of the bad idea Mo Ziqian gave her.

"Mr. Mo, you are not only a profiteer, but also a courtier," Su Man said.

"Oh?" Mo Ziqian raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was waiting for Suman's next words.

"You are a dark horse in the market, and no one can catch up. The bad idea in your head is to dig a sack, dig a sack, inexhaustible. A person like you is a courtier in ancient times, a disaster for the country and the people. the black-bellied emperor."

Listening to Suman's Arabian Nights, Mo Ziqian just smiled.

Mo Ziqian put Suman into the bathtub, the cold feeling made Suman shiver.

Mo Ziqian turned on the faucet and poured moderately hot water into the bathtub.

Mo Ziqian picked up a white towel, put it in warm water, and gently wiped Su Man's body.

His fingers came to Suman's shoulders, and with a slight force on his fingertips, he squeezed Suman's shoulders, once and for all, like massaging Suman's veins, making her want to say, comfortable!
Suman lay in the bathtub, drowsy.

She feels that the most comfortable enjoyment in the world is nothing more than this.

The handsome man is at your side, serving you personally.

Su Man closed his eyes and said, "I think I am happier than Wu Zetian, the first empress in history."

Mo Ziqian looked at Su Man's flushed face and said, "How?"

Su Man replied, "Mr. Mo, your appearance, even in ancient times, must be the best among handsome men, and your figure is well-proportioned and feels good. You can also massage. Such a man, the empress Wu Zetian probably never enjoyed it."

"Mrs. Mo, I found that your Chinese is not good?" Mo Ziqian said in a low voice, and increased the force on his fingers.

When Su Man felt the pain, he opened his eyes suddenly, and said unhappily, "What's wrong?"

Mo Ziqian corrected him kindly, "Convex, is this word used to describe men?"

Of course Su Man knew the meaning of this word. She said it on purpose so that Mo Ziqian could not find out that she was doing it on purpose, with a confused look on her face, "Mr. Mo, your body is full of muscles, especially Pectorals, abs, isn’t that a bumpy shape? I’m talking about the facts.”

Mo Ziqian listened to Suman's far-fetched reasoning with amused expression, and said, "Convexity is used to describe women. You can understand it by looking at yourself or in the mirror. We men want to say that Confucian is powerful."

How could Mo Ziqian not know that Suman's small thoughts are just a rare leisure time, bickering is also a kind of enjoyment.

Suman replied lightly, "Oh."

The aftermath of the massage was that Suman fell asleep in the bathtub.

Mo Ziqian was sweating again. After the massage, he went straight into the bathtub where Su Man was lying.

The originally large bathtub became narrow the moment Mo Ziqian entered.

There was more than half a bathtub of water, and when Mo Ziqian's neck-length body sat down, a large amount of hot water immediately overflowed.

Suman could clearly feel hot water flowing over his body, and then a familiar smell lingered in his nostrils.

Then, the man wrapped his warm and powerful hands around Suman's slender waist, and held Suman in his arms. His head was placed on Suman's shoulder, and bursts of hot breath sprayed on Suman's exposed skin. Suman is a little hot and a little nervous.

The rigidity of men and the softness of women complement each other.

Su Man had his eyes closed, but suddenly opened them, and even said angrily, "Mr. Mo, you are playing a hooligan!"

Mo Ziqian replied indifferently, "I am showing my human nature to my wife who has obtained a marriage certificate. I am not playing hooligans based on the national policy of getting married and having children, and delaying marriage and childbearing. I am for the prosperity of the motherland and for the better tomorrow of the motherland." , so I work tirelessly and work harder, Mrs. Mo."

Suman's discordant and harmonious voice sounded again, "Ugh—"

Mo Ziqian immediately replied, "Mrs. Mo, could it be that you have one?"

Su Man couldn't stand Mo Ziqian's ecstatic explanation, and his reaction was understood by Mo Ziqian, Su Man was a little uneasy.

She replied, "You only have it, and your whole family has it."

Su Man's answer once again made Mo Ziqian laugh out loud, and reminded again kindly, "Mrs. Mo, I definitely won't have it. If I do, then this world will be over. And more importantly, Mo Ziqian Madame remembers clearly, let me remind you again, we are husband and wife, we are a family, my whole family naturally includes you."

"." Suman blocked, facing Mr. Mo who had changed so much before and after, her face loosened a bit.

"Mo Ziqian, you are cruel!"

After Suman finished speaking, he pouted, walked out of the bathtub, wrapped a folded towel around his body, and walked out of the bathroom.

Suman's footprints with water were left on the ground, and a faint smile appeared on Mo Ziqian's handsome face.

Suman walked back to the room and immediately lay down on the big bed.

It's a bit aggravating to live like this now.

When did she, Su Man, lose on lip service, but she has repeatedly lost to Mo Ziqian's thin lips recently, which made her very upset.

Su Man couldn't help blurting out, "Mo Ziqian, you are my nemesis!"

Suman's voice fell into the ears of Mo Ziqian who just opened the bathroom door, and he smiled again, but this time he didn't make a sound.

It seems that it is also a pleasure to let Suman.

He saw Suman lying on the bed, and a piece of long hair that was accidentally wet in the shower fell out of the bed.

Suman was lying on the bed. Suman was only half asleep on the wide bed, making Suman's petite figure even more apparent.

Mo Ziqian naturally walked to the side drawer to take out a hair dryer, walked to the side of Su Man's head, and sat down next to each other.

Mo Ziqian leaned over, plugged in the hair dryer, turned on the switch, and whined.

Mo Ziqian put Suman's head on his lap, laid his long hair together and let it fall to one side,
Mo Ziqian ran his hands through Su Man's long hair, straightened it carefully, and straightened those naughty knotted strands before he began to blow it.

The warm hot wind blows regularly on Suman's head, and those wet long hair slowly dry in Mo Ziqian's hands.

After Mo Ziqian dried Su Man's hair, he ran through Su Man's hair again.

Smooth, through her hair through the fingertips.

Su Man fell asleep under Mo Ziqian's gentle movements.

The bright light shone on Su Man's face, Mo Ziqian vaguely saw the dark circles under her eyelids, Mo Ziqian stretched out his hand and touched it involuntarily, a hint of resentment appeared on his handsome face.

knock knock --

There was a knock on the door, and Mo Ziqian looked at Su Man's peaceful sleeping face, frowned slightly, landed on both feet, came to the door, opened the door, with a serious face.

Seeing Mo Ziqian standing at the door, the servant said, "Master, it's time to eat."

"Young Madam is resting, go and make some soup, bring it later, and tell the master that we won't come down for dinner," Mo Ziqian said.

The servant nodded and replied, "Yes."

Mo Ziqian closed the door, looking at the soft light on the bed, the expression on his face softened again.

Suman was very tired and fell into a deep sleep. She didn't wake up until nine o'clock in the evening.

Mo Ziqian leaned on the head of the bed, looking at Su Man with a gloomy gaze.

The servant knocked on the door again, and Mo Ziqian opened the door and brought in the stewed soup.

It was Mo Ziqian who woke up Suman.

Mo Ziqian helped Suman up from the bed, leaned against his body, took the soup, and fed it into Suman's mouth spoon by spoon.

This is really the best interpretation of the meal.

After Mo Ziqian fed Suman, Suman fell asleep again.

Mo Ziqian laughed when he saw Suman's lethargy.

After Mo Ziqian finished his meal, he went to say goodbye to Mr. Mo.

Mrs. Mo still stayed in her room and didn't come out. She wanted to make Mr. Mo and Mo Ziqian discord, but she never thought that Mr. Mo favored Mo Ziqian to the extreme and indulged Mo Ziqian so much that even a marriage so old Things, he can also accept.

Mo Ziqian is Mr. Mo's darling, the more Mrs. Mo thinks about it, the more angry she becomes.

If I had known this earlier, I might as well have made up my mind and done it once and for all.

Mr. Mo and Mo Ziqian talked about the wedding.

But Mo Ziqian replied to Master Mo, he hoped that it would be later.

Of course, Master Mo disagreed, but under Mo Ziqian's three-inch tongue, Master Mo finally compromised.

Mo Ziqian walked out of Master Mo's room, went upstairs to pick up Su Man, and walked out of Mo's old house.

Suman was the same as when he came here, spending the weekend in a daze.

The next day, Suman still went to work at the company on time.

As soon as Suman entered the company, Xue Lei walked in with a newspaper in his hand.

Su Man didn't ask Xue Lei, but raised his head from the document, "Little Leilei, make me a cup of coffee."

Xue Lei did not immediately make coffee for Suman, but put the newspaper in his hand on the table and pushed it in front of Suman.

In the first column of the newspaper, it was written in black and white that the Su family in Hong Kong City would marry the young master of the Han family.

(End of this chapter)