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

  Shen Cheng gave him a quiet look, and looked at his indifferent smile with her lips, her teeth tickling with anger.

   Sneakly aiming at the time. He had worked hard for four hours before, but now it is almost dawn.

   "You only want to be dissatisfied, you are just a beast." She squinted her beautiful eyes, and then she realized that she was bare and her bare arms were exposed, and she hurriedly retracted into the quilt.

  This is a wolf, but it’s not good! She has to learn to protect herself.

  "You are still shy, eh? You are all over, where I haven't seen it?" He watched her face flushed with crimson, and he deliberately lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

  His magnetic voice penetrated into every nerve through his ears. The scorching breath chuckled softly in her ears, itchy.

   "Mo Yanchen! Say it again, I will let you say it again." She sat up in shame, pulled the quilt to block her body, picked up the pillow and threw it on him.

  Mo Yanchen stretched out his hand to take the pillow, put it aside, suddenly leaned over, lowered his head and kissed her lips, the masculine breath puffed his nose, he faintly moved on her kiss, and then moved away.

   "Be good, sleep well."

  She immediately raised her hand and touched her lips. This man always had a way to fix her. She was obviously upset and kissed her! In fact, the face is thicker than the wall.

   "I feel sore all over, how do I sleep?" She hugged the pillow and leaned aside complainingly.

  He stood up, buttoned his black shirt, and walked towards the bathroom.

  She smelled the quiet cold fragrance on his body in the air, which was extremely good. Mo Yanchen doesn't like to use perfume, and the shower gel he usually uses is the same as she uses! It can be used on him, but it can naturally emit a kind of elegant cold fragrance....

  "The water is ready, take a bath and then go to bed, eh?" He stretched out his hand, looked at her in a daze, and simply reached out and hugged her in his arms.

  His sour fragrance hit, she dangled in his arms a few times, Mo Yanchen lowered his head and kissed her red lips until she couldn't breathe, then let go of her.

   "In the future, remember to change your breath."

   She heard that she reached out and poked his chest: "Mo Yanchen."

   "Huh?" He frowned when she heard her calling his full name, holding her small hand that was randomly moving.

  This woman knows to play with fire, don’t you know it’s on a man, don’t you just mess around?

   "How many women have you... slept with before?" After she asked, she buried her face and bowed her head. In the end she simply retracted into the quilt, always thinking that he was a master of love, okay?

   Hearing her question, he waved his long arm, pulled her from the quilt, and gathered her hair: "One."

   "Then, am I the second one?" She said dullly. She didn't mind if the man was the first time. Before that, he didn't know her anyway. He just asked casually and felt a little bored.

   "I said there is only one." He whispered, raising his wrist to look at the time, and don't ask if they might be waiting outside in a hurry.

   "What?" She listened, almost jumping out of bed.

  Mo Yanchen took his coat and walked out, and said, "The water is ready, get up and take a shower."

   "Mo Yanchen, did you just say that there is only one?" She thought she had heard it wrong, blushing and running up under the quilt, continued to ask.

   "The only one." After dropping these two words, he took a stride away.

It was still dark outside. She listened, ran to the window and opened the window, letting the cold wind blow to wake up, raising her hand and biting her finger: "A? Mo Yanchen, you are actually a twenty-eight-year-old. A virgin. A man? "