Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

When she got home, Mo Beicheng was already at home. For the first time, he was reading in bed instead of going to the study.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, the man's eyes moved from the book to the door. Seeing that Nan Qiao, who was supposed to be at the party but pushed the door in, picked his eyebrows and said, "it's over so soon?"

Nanjo went over and sat down by the bed.

Mo Beicheng saw that she was not in a high mood. He put down his book and reached for her. "What's the matter? Being bullied? "

He knew that it was impossible. With Nanqiao's temperament, even if he was bullied, he would not come to complain in front of him. Seeing that she did not speak, Mo Beicheng was slightly serious. "What's the matter?"

Nanqiao coldly looked at him, suddenly reached out to lift the quilt and bent over to pull Mo Beicheng's belt with a knot on his trousers.

Mo Beicheng pressed her hand, raised her eyebrows, and spread her lips wantonly. "As soon as I came back, I was so enthusiastic. Could you be a little more reserved?" his voice was hoarse and very sexy. "It's been three days in a row. Can't you let me rest for one night?"

Nanqiao's hand was held by him, and his heart was filled with the blazing temperature of fire, which was almost uncontrollable several times. "I'm afraid you have to rest for more than one night."

Mo Beicheng looked at her serious face and finally responded with a smile. "Who is talking nonsense in front of you..."

"Third brother."

Nanqiao's eyes a little red, gradually more and more red, she did not cry, the voice is a bit hazy choking, "sorry."

"It's nothing to do with you. I just don't want children for the time being," Mo Beicheng said, lowering her head and spraying her warm breath around her neck. "Go to take a bath. It smells like smoke and wine."

Nanqiao had a busy day today, and his whole body was very weak. Originally, he just wanted to take a shower. Later, he thought that he still dropped a few drops of lavender essential oil in the bathtub to take a bath.

Another reason is that she can't think of how to face Mo Beicheng.

On the way back, she has already done Baidu. If the operation is successful, it will not affect fertility. But the longer the interval, the greater the impact. If the operation fails

Nanqiao closed his eyes and buried his whole face in the water.

If so, what she owes Mo Beicheng is really unclear.

Nanqiao took a bath, changed his pajamas in the bathroom and then came out. He was still not very happy in bed.

Mo Beicheng couldn't read a book. He leaned over and looked at her funny. "I just went to ligate, but I didn't become a eunuch. What do you look like? You can rest assured that you will not be satisfied. "

He was teasing her on purpose.

Before he said more meaty words, Nanqiao spoke first. His voice was light and cold, and his facial expression didn't fluctuate greatly. "When are you going to have a recanalization operation?"

"I think it's good for us to have children all the time. Look at the children of the eldest sister and the second brother's family, they are going to poke the sky."

Nanqiao heart slightly trembled, sour and rose, eyes also rose.

Before she could feel it carefully, Mo Beicheng had already pressed her on the bed. The man hugged her from behind, put his thin lip on her neck and said, "be good. Don't make me angry. If you have a wound, it will be useless if you are angry."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

"You deserve it."

Mo Beicheng buried his face in her back neck, low smile, kiss her just bathed with lavender skin: "no conscience."

Nanqiao pressed his hand and said solemnly, "don't make any noise. The wound has burst open."

The man couldn't help laughing, but he didn't do it to her again, "can you have some common sense? What kind of operation did you have at that time, and the wound still broke open? "

He no longer teased her. When he sat upright, he saw a light blue mark on her wrist.

At first glance, it's just a trace made by someone.

Mo Beicheng narrowed his eyes and held her hand. "How did you do that?"

Nanqiao didn't think it was necessary to tell Mo Beicheng about the business of juezhou. "When I met a drunk, I made it by accident."

"By accident?" He raised his eyebrows and said no to her.

Mobei Cheng got up and went out of the room. After a few minutes, he carried the medicine box upstairs. He found a bottle of blood spray and drew the hand of South Joe.

Nanqiao shrunk his hand. "I'm ok. I don't need to wipe the medicine."

A little bruise, not even an injury.

But Mo Beicheng made few changes in his decision. He took Nanqiao by the hand. "Qiao Jinhuai said that women should be pampered."

This injury, if put on him, it is nothing!

But on Nanqiao, it was particularly dazzling.