A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

  His black eyes, silent like stars, are embellished with some light.

  She opened the box and saw a necklace lying inside, and this necklace was not brand new, but...

  "Uncle? This is?" She was so excited that she wanted to stand up, but was pressed by his powerful palm on her shoulder, holding her small hand with her big hand, and picked up the necklace.

  This is not the day when she went to the apartment in the forest area just to get this necklace back.

  This was left to her by her father, and it was also a gift from him! Unexpectedly, Shen Ziqian used it as a magic weapon to threaten her! That day caught the trap of Shen Ziqian and Mo Yongqiang, isn't it the necklace?

   "This is yours." He smiled deeply, took the necklace and placed it in her palm.

   "How did you get it?" She was very curious. This man even knew what she wanted. It seemed that her mind could not escape his palm.

  Mo Yanchen whispered, and said something in her ear. The deep and magnetic voice was full of allure.

  Shen Chengjing heard that, Xing's eyes widened and the boss suddenly stood up.

   "Uncle, I began to think that you are a low-key, deep, high-cold man. Only now I found out that you have a black belly." She said, holding the box and preparing to run away.

Hearing that, Mo Yanchen couldn't help but let out a low laugh, stood up, stretched his arms, and wrapped her in his arms again, Shen Chengjing smiled and struggled: "Uncle with a black belly, I don't want to be fooled by you."

  She chuckled and slapped his chest. He looked down at her with a smile, leaning down slightly, and whispering in her ear: "Does the madam think that being a husband is not good enough? Huh?"

  Because she got up and escaped and was trapped in his arms, her body turned slightly, her back against the table, Mo Yanchen's tall body pressed against her, but it became a sharp contrast.

   "Where did I have?" She immediately denied it when she heard that, his generous palms followed her waist and stroked her soft hair.

  The faint breath of Mo Yanchen's body came out, and the neckline of her nightgown was gently pulled by her, revealing firmness and sex. Feeling peculiar muscles, his fingertips gently fell on her neck along the hair, she took a deep breath, shaking involuntarily, her little hand was uneasy, and she didn't know where to put it.

She was about to talk, but was kissed by him and kissed her red lips. Her eyes widened, and the warm yellow light of the crystal lamp was shining on him. There was an indescribable sense of mystery. She responded in a ghostly manner. With his kiss, in response to her young, he was bold and presumptuous...

   "Uncle." She seemed to be evacuated all over her body, her little hands gripped his nightgown hard, and the surrounding air seemed to be condensed, but the original chill was blown away by the scorching warmth of the study.

  His lips fell on her neck, slowly falling down, her body couldn't help but leaning back, her pink cherry lips opened slightly, and she uttered a low voice softly.

   "Uncle...I, I'm afraid." Her voice fluctuated with her body trembling.

The man did not respond to her. He suddenly picked her up, quickly returned to the master bedroom, kicked open the door, and both fell on the big and soft bed. Her black hair was spreading on the bed like a waterfall, setting off her fair skin and more sex. . Feeling, Mo Yanchen lowered his head and kissed her, continuously deepening the predatory offensive.

  His plunder, although domineering and calm, but not proficient, it is a hairy boy who has just entered the training ground, constantly looking for a source of passion from her.