Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

"I'm a little tired. I've been working overtime for a long time, and I haven't slept well."

The man's deep eyes were looking at her, but he didn't tear her down. "It's coming. I'm really tired, so I'll put the seat down on the car and have a sleep, or find a hotel?"

Mo Beiting looks cool and thin. How can he not know what she is thinking.

Mo's old house is a little far away from qianshuiwan. Mo Beiting takes a look at the time and drives the car to another road decisively. It's just a hotel.

He stopped the car and said, "stay in the hotel tonight, it's too late to go back."

Mo Beiting got out of the car, strode to the co pilot with long legs, opened the door, didn't give Yi Qiao the chance to refuse, directly bent down to hold her up.

Yi Qiao subconsciously around his neck, heart suddenly confused, "you put me down, I can walk."

Although she is thin, she is at least 40 or 50 kilos. It seems that Mo Beiting feels relaxed to hold her like a cotton ball.

He looked down at her, did not want to put her down, the pace of steady into the hotel.

I opened a room.

Mo Beiting took her into the elevator and went upstairs.

"Open the door."

His eyes were a little dark.

Yi Qiao opens the door with the room card brush. Mo Beiting holds her in his arms and presses her deeply into the soft mattress. The palm of his hand presses her back. He wants to embed her directly into his body.

He looked at her and couldn't help kissing her on the cheek,

"Everything has me. You don't need to worry about it, let alone worry about it."

Yi Qiao's eye socket time diffuse on a layer of red, voice stuffy, "sorry three elder brothers."

Mo Beiting laughed, "I wish I had been so good before."

The woman's hand encircles his waist. Mo Beiting's eyes flash. He looks at Yi Qiao's lips and kisses his chin. Then he kisses his lips.

Mo Beiting's Adam's apple rolled a few times and restrained himself from moving. Shen Yiqiao took the initiative for the first time. Although it was raw, he enjoyed the feeling of her active closeness.

The soft tip of a woman's tongue pries open his lips. Compared with him, the itching feeling made by this force is unbearable.

He could hardly control the desire to deepen and aggravate.

The man let her make trouble on his body, the forehead Qinchu thin dense sweat, the whole body exudes a strong hall breath.

His voice was very low. "There's nothing. It may hurt."

"Yes."

Yi Qiao began to tear his clothes. Mo Beiting held her hand and put the other hand close to her waist. "Be reserved. How can I go out tomorrow, eh? It's not like home. I don't have any clothes to change. "

With that, he turned over and took the lead, breathing spray down, burning badly.

He kisses her lips and chin, hands back and forth along her waist line, forbearance, depression, heavy breathing, "can't bear it."

Yi Qiao

It really hurts.

But better than before, at least, not so indifferent.

But Yi Qiao is still painful, can't help but he was pinched out a few nail prints, the man occasionally feel pain, tease: "gentle point, on a bed can be you pinch off two pieces of meat."

It didn't finish until late at night. Yi Qiao was very tired. As soon as he let her go, he fell asleep in his arms.

Mo Beiting looked down at the woman with ruddy cheeks in her arms, took out her hand under her neck, picked up her trousers on the ground, found a cigarette box from inside, and put on her coat to smoke on the balcony outside.

He had a plan for the children.

Yi Qiao's body can't stand the toss of pregnancy now. Even if she wants to be pregnant, she has to wait for her body to recuperate completely.

He wrung his eyebrows and pinched the cigarette.

After blowing outside for a while, he turned back to his room and took Yiqiao to sleep.

……

Wednesday.

Mo Beiting takes Yi Qiao to see the psychologist who has been appointed for a long time. In the car, Yi Qiao's forehead is against the window, "third brother, I don't want to go."

In fact, she refuses to see a psychologist. It's OK in the United States. She is familiar with Wei'an, and it was Shi Sheng who negotiated with Wei'an at first. At that time, she was like an autistic child. She couldn't walk into other people's world, and no one else could walk into her world. It took Wei An three months to let her talk.

But now it's difficult for her to open the wound again to a stranger.

Therefore, the mind of escape came into being.

Mo Beiting glanced at her. "You have insomnia."

"It's much better. I've been sleeping well in recent days."