Getting drunk on marriage: Domineering president, please take over

Chapter 8 Uncle Mo, look through the brand of the slave house tonight
Three months later, Mo Ziqian's love for Su Man continued, and Su Man showed the temper of a 19-year-old girl.

On this day, Suman was sitting on a recliner on the open-air balcony, and the golden sunlight shone on her rosy cheeks like a stream of light.

She closed her eyes and rested, when suddenly a black shadow fell, before she opened her eyes, she smelled the man's unique breath, her red lips moved, a smile hung on her face, and while the man was bending over, she stretched her arms around his neck , said softly, "Master Mo."

Mo Ziqian still covered the woman's body with the thin blanket in his hand, and said gently, "If you're so old and can't learn to take care of yourself, you're a fucking child."

Su Man opened his eyes and smiled charmingly, "With Mo Shao doing it myself, I am naturally happy to enjoy it."

"You—" Mo Ziqian's tone was full of indulgence, his face could not be seen clearly through the golden mask, but his dark pupils were raised a little.

A hint of cunning flashed in Suman's eyes very quickly. He hugged the man's neck and whispered softly, "Young Master Mo, you spoiled me."

"It's good to be spoiled," the man said happily.

Suddenly, a hearty male voice came, "Brother, I heard that you married a sister-in-law, why didn't you tell us?"

Su Man followed the prestige, and there was a man in casual clothes standing at the door, about [-] years away, with bright eyes. She knew that this was Mo Ziqian's younger brother.

"Shao Ming, why are you free to come to my place today?" Mo Ziqian said.

"Brother, you have to save your life. The old man is nagging so much that his ears are getting callused. It would be great if the company has a big brother. I just like photography and I don't like commercial hypocrisy," Mo Shaoming complained.

"Hi, sister-in-law, I'm Mo Shaoming. It's the first time we've met. Please accept it carefully." Mo Shaoming took out an exquisitely decorated box and handed it to Suman.

"Thank you, Shaoming," Su Man looked at Mo Shaoming, then at Mo Ziqian, took the gift, opened it, and there was a nice photo inside, the person in the photo was beautiful and charming, it was Su Man myself.

"It's really a photography enthusiast, 360 degrees without dead ends," Suman looked at Mo Shaoming with a bright smile, the moist luster flowed in his eyes, and the charm was self-contained, falling into Mo Ziqian's eyes, a little deeper .

"Sister-in-law is naturally beautiful," Mo Shaoming scratched his hair shyly.

Suman smiled at Mo Shaoming, who had Ruifeng eyes, and was in a trance for a while, reminding Suman of the name that was pressed in his heart, startled all over, and clearly remembered him saying, "Manman is the most beautiful woman in the world, I have always Will be good to you."

"Ahem——" Mo Ziqian coughed and Suman came back to his senses, looked at Mo Ziqian with a smile, and said, "Master Mo, do you have a cold?"

"Madam doesn't know, you took the quilt away last night," Mo Ziqian raised his brows, his eyes were full of charm.

Su Man cast a contemptuous glance at Mo Ziqian, looked at the assistant standing at the door, and said with a coquettish smile, "Jin Li is here, come in quickly, the more you look at Jin Li, the more he looks like Mo Shao."

Jin Li blurted out and asked, "Why?"

"When we are together often, we will have a husband and wife relationship," Suman teased and smiled.

Jin Li's face flushed, and Mo Ziqian's dark eyes were deep.

At night, Suman was lying on the bed, and Mo Ziqian went to the study. In the quiet night, it suddenly started to rain, pattering, and that person appeared in her mind again, and unconsciously reached out to pick up the phone. The phone number that I can't forget, I clicked on the phone skillfully, looked at the phone, and didn't move for a long time.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening woke up Suman, and he quickly put down the phone.

Suman looked up, and the black shadow was on it, "Why are you crying?"

Mo Ziqian didn't miss Suman's panic for a moment, and reached out to wipe the cold tears on Suman's cheeks.

Suman dodged subconsciously, Mo Ziqian's hand froze in the air, and he got on the bed very quickly, holding Suman's waist tightly.

Su Man moved slightly, unable to break free, looked at Mo Ziqian with a smile and said, "Young Master Mo's leg is healed?"

"Don't worry, Madam won't be disappointed," the man smiled evilly.

"Oh, then let me check and check," Su Man turned over but Mo Ziqian pinned her down and pinched her tricky hand.

The man breathlessly said, "Wait a little longer."

Suman blushed and lost again.

In the blink of an eye, one month passed, and Suman's lower abdomen gradually bulged.

Ever since thinking of someone that day, Su Man has always used frolics to forget about him, and Mo Ziqian's petting made her even more presumptuous. She either bickered with Mo Shaoming or teased Jin Li all day long, and occasionally teased Mo Ziqian at night. modest.

This night, after Suman washed up, he put on a black vacuum sling and walked out of the bathroom. Mo Ziqian leaned against the bed and read a book. The orange halo sprinkled on the golden mask, adding a bit of mystery. Leaning on the bathroom door, raised one leg, and softly shouted, "Mo Shao——"

Mo Ziqian felt an itch in his heart, and raised his eyes to see the woman's moving curves, his dark eyes darkened.

Su Man walked towards Mo Ziqian like a model walking on the stage. With a seductive movement, his body had already pressed Mo Ziqian down, with a sad tone and a beautiful face.

"Master Mo, how about looking through the signboard of my slave's house tonight?"

(End of this chapter)