Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Yan Jinzhi poured a glass of wine for himself, "third brother, you..." he nuzui motioned upstairs, "what do you mean? If sister Baimo knew, she would not quarrel with you? "

"Yes," he said irritably, taking a sip of the wine in his glass. "Besides, this woman has nothing to do with me. She's just a servant."

"Servant? You think I'm stupid? The servant can sleep on your bed... "He pauses," ah, what? Are you separated from sister Baimo? It's all decided to get married. How can we divide it up? "

After asking, he realized that it felt like salt on the wound. He coughed and said, "third brother, if your family background is worse than that of the previous one, just play. Don't be serious. Otherwise, it will take three or four years for you to achieve the right result. If something goes wrong again, won't you be a leftover man?"

Chen Baimo's family background is not good. Her parents are all working class. How can the Mo family accept such a woman as their daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Mo's opposition was invalid, and she was worried that she would have too much trouble with Mo Beiting. For Chen Baimo's decent work, she reluctantly agreed.

Mo Beiting gave him a cold look and said, "go away."

"Third brother... The needle hasn't been drawn yet."

"I smoke."

Before the eight trigrams are finished, Yan Jin is willing to leave. He wants to talk, but Mo Beiting turns his collar and drives him out of the gate.

The door slammed shut, completely blocking his hope of entering.

Yan Jin's a burst of shouting: "I shit, shit, third brother, my shoes, my shoes are still inside."

The door opened a crack and fell again. It was mo Beiting who threw out his shoes. Fortunately, he hid quickly, or he would hit him on the head!

After several more drinks, Mo Beiting got up and went upstairs.

He wanted to go to the guest room to sleep. When he passed the master bedroom, he paused and opened the door with a malicious attitude.

Yi Qiao is dribbling, already sleeping very peacefully, hair tiny damp, spread out on the pillow.

She is thin, curled up in the quilt, put up a small piece.

Mo Beiting walked over, but he didn't know what kind of mentality he had. He turned the light of the desk lamp to the brightest. When he saw that she was uncomfortable and twisted her eyebrows and necked down into the quilt, her depressed mood suddenly brightened.

"Lovelorn?" Yi Qiao didn't respond. Mo Beiting sneered: "you deserve it. A woman like you, who is scheming and doesn't understand amorous feelings, is really blind if any man takes a fancy to you."

The woman on the bed still didn't respond, and seemed to have adapted to the bright light, sleeping soundly and sweetly.

Mo Beiting opens the quilt and lies in it. The movement is very big. He speeds up the speed of the drops. Seeing Yi Qiao's eyebrows again, he feels comfortable.

Yi Qiao's illness is fierce, high fever, the whole person is in a coma state, Yan Jinzhi opened four bottles of drip, Mo Beiting tossed most of the night, took the needle, touched her body is not hot, just turned off the light to sleep.

After a high fever, it's bone chilling.

Along the four limbs into the heart.

Yi Qiao shrinks body, instinctively follows warmth to lean past, hand fumbled on him for a while, from the man's clothes hem to probe into, until the chest, didn't move again.

Mo Beiting's vigilance was very strong. Even in a deep sleep, almost as soon as she leaned over, he woke up.

Sleepiness is strong, wake up, in the heart nest group fire, by Yi Qiao this touch, instant no temper. He gritted his teeth and pulled her by the arm. "Shen Yiqiao, do you want to revenge me? "Yes?"

Yi Qiao's body is not easy to warm up, where willing to let go, hands and feet with his waist, chest, commissary grievance of hum a: "cold."

In the process of pulling, the two bodies were tightly stitched. The woman's body was soft, which formed a sharp contrast with his tight muscles. In particular, because she was cold, she unconsciously rubbed against his tight abdomen, trying to find a warmer place!

Mo Beiting suddenly turned over and pressed Yi Qiao under his body. He put his hand on Yi Qiao's face.

The woman in her arms is still asleep and has no reaction.

Like to this close to the warmth is very satisfied, satisfied in his arms rub rub rub, and fell asleep.

Mo Beiting looked at Yi Qiao. His forehead was blue and his chest was up and down. He was sweating all over his body and felt uncomfortable.

A quiet sleep, a ready to go.

How to look funny!

"Shen Yiqiao, you play with me."