Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Yi Qiao wet towel to wipe his body, blood has scab, "third brother, where's my computer? I haven't finished the draft of Tianzheng's design. I'm in a bit of a hurry. I'll stay up late tonight to get the part of the hall out. "

She lowered her head, and Beiting could only see her delicate and charming side face.

The man's eyes narrowed a little, indifferent way: "throw."

Yi Qiao looked up at him silently.

After a long time, a single voice overflowed from his throat: "mmm."

The man bowed his head, lips fell on her cheek, a warm and short kiss without any erotic color.

Arm around her waist, breathing fast and heavy, low voice close to her ear sounded: "angry?"

Yi Qiao pursed lips, "No."

"You use my computer, in the study, no power on password."

Yiqiao doesn't really have to catch up on the design tonight. She just keeps thinking about the computer. Today she has a chance to ask.

But the words have been said, and it's not easy to go back, "OK."

After wiping the upper part of her body, she changed the basin of water and sat down beside the bed, reaching for the metal buckle of the man's belt.

She had a wooden face. She was more cautious than he was sweeping mines in the army. Her eyes were staring at his belt buckle. Mo Beiting had an instant reaction when she saw her.

He pressed her hand, his voice was obviously hoarse, "go to work, I'll do the rest myself."

It's not like Mo Beiting's usual style to call a halt in this situation. Although he usually restrained himself, if he had a reaction, most of them were forced to restrain after the foreplay when she didn't cooperate.

Yi Qiao's eyes fell on his face for half a minute. She always felt that the man's attitude today was full of unspeakable disobedience, which made her feel wrong.

Doubts are doubts, but he has injuries and is not suitable for strenuous exercise.

She still took back her hand and stood up from the bedside

"Well, don't stay up too late."

After Yi Qiao went out, Mo Beiting lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, barefoot on the soft wool carpet, opened the wardrobe, and took out a set of neatly folded pine green military uniform from the bottom.

He lit a cigarette, the smoke will cover his eyes look very fuzzy, thick fingers along the grain of the clothes a little touch!

In the army for so many years, he has never seen this suit of clothes, which symbolizes responsibility, dedication and sacrifice, like today.

Chen Baimo's sharp and angry voice pierced through the fog and suddenly sounded in his ear. It was like a sharp weapon. From his ear, it penetrated into his mind: you are a soldier, and you are worthy of your uniform.

Today, he abandoned his consistent principles and gave false testimony.

It's too quiet all around. If it's too quiet, people will feel flustered!

He leaned back, closed his eyes and smoked.

She didn't push it

At that time, it was only a second or two. It was normal for people to feel biased with reality

What's the use of going back now? Watching them dance like a loser

The muscles and veins on the man's forehead beat. He twisted his eyebrows and raised his hand to press the painful eyebrow center.

It took a long time to open my eyes.

Looking at the military uniform under the palm without expression.

Put your hand in the trash!

……

Elder sister Rong knocked on the door and said in a low voice, "Sir, we've had dinner."

He "en" a, get up to open the door, "to call the wife?"

"Yes, my wife said," wait a minute. "

Mo Beiting pursed his lips and did not speak. He walked directly to the study at the other end of the corridor.

Screw the door in.

Yiqiao is sitting in the office chair, half leaning and half lying, with a thin blanket on her body. The voice of conversation comes from her notebook.

She is absorbed in staring at the screen. Mo Beiting's voice of opening the door startles her. Yi Qiao's eyes look at the door.

A little confused.

"Are you drawing a design?" The man walked over, and when Yiqiao was about to sit up, he leaned over and pressed the armrests on both sides with both hands, imprisoning her in the chair, "what are you thinking?"

She slowly leaned into Mo Beiting's arms. This posture was not comfortable, because she wanted to accommodate herself, and her whole waist and back were stretched.

"I just called Shi Sheng and turned it off."

"Well," Mo Beiting raised the curve of his lips, half squinted and said with a smile, "they are flying tomorrow. You can finish your work today and go out to relax tomorrow."

Originally planned to finish the wedding, take Yiqiao to see a psychologist, and then go on a honeymoon trip, the time has been arranged, but things continue, did not take time out.