Getting drunk on marriage: Domineering president, please take over

Chapter 231

Su Man did not expect that Mo Ziqian would kiss her. After a moment of daze, he struggled under Mo Ziqian's hands.

But he couldn't escape Mo Ziqian's Wuzhishan, and couldn't escape Mo Ziqian's cool lips.

When Su Man turns to the left, Mo Ziqian kisses to the left, and when Su Man turns to the right, Mo Ziqian kisses to the right. In short, Su Man's lips hide on that side, and Mo Ziqian's kiss appears on that side, like a shadow.

Suman shook his head a little dizzily, and finally had to give up struggling.

Only then did Mo Ziqian kiss him in satisfaction.

Su Man kept his lips tightly shut, but Mo Ziqian always thought of ways to make Su Man open his mouth.

Mo Ziqian gently bit Su Man's delicate lips.

Su Man's lips were originally her sensitive spot. Mo Ziqian's gentle biting made Su Man's lips tingle.

Su Man opened his mouth unconsciously, and Mo Ziqian took the opportunity to enter.

Mo Ziqian's tongue was very flexible, provoking Su Man's tongue, tossing and turning.

In Mo Ziqian's kiss, Su Man gradually lost himself, lost in Mo Ziqian's passion.

Su Man's breathing became a little tense, but Mo Ziqian didn't dare to suffocate Su Man's breathing as usual.

Mo Ziqian's lips came to Suman's ear, and after a while of worship, he let go of Suman.

Mo Ziqian's breath was unsteady, and the heavy air he exhaled was blowing in Suman's ears, as if it was about to burn.

Su Man's face turned red instantly.

Mo Ziqian's black eyes were like the brightest stars in the sky.

He stared at Su Man in a daze. It was a little unnatural for Su Man to be looked at by Mo Ziqian like this.

Suman lowered his eyelids to cover the color in his eyes.

Mo Ziqian's gaze fell on Su Man's lips unconsciously. After being moistened by him, the red lips were a little swollen and rosy like blood.

It was as if there was a huge force in Mo Ziqian's body forcing him to approach Suman.

But Mo Ziqian clearly remembered that Suman had a child in her stomach.

Mo Ziqian ordered himself to leave Suman.

It took him a lot of effort to force himself away from Suman.

Su Man didn't feel Mo Ziqian's forbearance. When Mo Ziqian's warm palm left Su Man's slender waist, Su Man felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Mo Ziqian got out of bed and went straight into the bathroom.

When the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, Suman vaguely thought of something.

My heart was still congested just now, but now it will open up in an instant.

Suman's mood suddenly improved, and he hummed a little tune unconsciously.

She thought of the kiss just now in her mind, her hand fell on her lips, her eyes looked at the ceiling, and her sanity had already flown to the sky.

When Mo Ziqian came out of the shower, he saw this scene. Su Man stared straight at the ceiling.

Suman's eyeballs didn't even move.

Mo Ziqian dried his hair, but Su Man kept doing this.

Mo Ziqian couldn't help being curious. He also lay beside Su Man and looked at the direction Su Man was looking at, but there was nothing on the ceiling.

Even an ant, not a single mosquito, what is Suman looking at?
Mo Ziqian gently held Su Man in his arms and said, "What are you thinking?"

The sudden voice made Su Man's eyes widen slightly, as if Mo Ziqian interrupted her thoughts and made her uncomfortable. Su Man glanced at Mo Ziqian and said, "I was watching mosquitos fight."

Mo Ziqian naturally didn't believe Su Man's answer, and met Su Man's gaze and said, "Mosquito repellent is used in the room, where are the mosquitoes?"

Su Man looked at Mo Ziqian angrily, and said, "I saw two mosquitoes dating just now, and I wondered who was female and who was male. I was just about to draw conclusions when I was woken up by you. Really!"

Mo Ziqian didn't believe Su Man's Arabian Nights at all, but seeing Su Man close his eyes and turn away, he smiled helplessly.

Seeing that Mo Ziqian didn't continue to ask, Su Man finally let out a sigh of relief.

In fact, Su Man was thinking about Mo Ziqian's confession to her just now.

Su Man recalled Mo Ziqian's expression carefully, and he didn't seem to be suspected of lying.

Moreover, according to Su Man's understanding of Mo Ziqian, it seems that this is the first time Mo Ziqian explained it to her.

When such an idea came out, Suman's heart burst into excitement.

Of course, Su Man would not tell Mo Ziqian what he really thought.

Su Man turned his back to Mo Ziqian.

Mo Ziqian did not straighten Suman's body, but followed Suman's posture, wrapping his big palm around Suman's waist, and resting his palm on Suman's lower abdomen.

He touched Suman's lower abdomen, and at that moment, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. The blood of both him and Suman was conceived here.

Thinking of this, Mo Ziqian felt a feeling that he had never felt before. It was very subtle and seemed to make him very happy.

Mo Ziqian tapped Su Man's belly lightly with his fingers a few times.

Although Mo Ziqian's movement was very light, Suman still felt it.

Although Su Man didn't see Mo Ziqian, he could feel something strange in Mo Ziqian's hand.

He likes the child in Suman's womb.

The corner of Suman's mouth slightly raised, with a smile, he entered the dream.

Mo Ziqian was supposed to deal with official business, but when he saw Suman, he hugged her unconsciously.

Mo Ziqian also fell asleep.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Ziqian opened his eyes.

He lowered his head and glanced at the woman in his arms. The slightly hot blanket made Suman's face flushed red, like a layer of fine rouge.

Mo Ziqian stretched out his hand and touched it lightly. It was a little hot. The delicate skin was like an egg that had been peeled off its shell. He couldn't put it down.

Mo Ziqian left a light kiss on Su Man's forehead, and this time he slowly let go.

He got out of bed softly, came to a chair on the side, and dealt with official duties.

Mo Ziqian's movements were very light.

Suman slept for a while before waking up.

Su Man opened his eyes, Mo Ziqian was not around, so he searched the room unconsciously.

She turned her head and saw Mo Ziqian not far away sitting on a chair with a computer on his lap.

Mo Ziqian had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his thin lips were tightly closed, revealing a serious look, but not as sharp as before.

Su Man looked at Mo Ziqian's handsome appearance, his chiseled face, and his eyes were in a trance.

Perhaps it was because Su Man's eyes were too hot that Mo Ziqian turned to Su Man.

Suman's sight was caught by Mo Ziqian in mid-air.

Mo Ziqian raised his sword eyebrows slightly, his thin lips showed an upward arc, and his whole body was full of smiles.

"Mrs. Mo, are you satisfied with your husband's appearance?"

Mo Ziqian's words were clearly tinged with joy.

How could Suman not hear it.

Su Manyang smiled, and said without hypocrisy, "It's not bad, it's not ugly."

Mo Ziqian smiled at Su Man's answer, and replied, "Mrs. Mo, as long as you don't hate it."

(End of this chapter)