The Noble Lord Is So Fierce: Greeting Kiss, My Sweet Wife

Mo Qijue looked at a scar on her white neck.

The pupils suddenly shrank, and the bottom of his eyes became dark.

"This is the mark of love, it fades so quickly?"

The slender fingers untied her buttons without leaving a trace, and pierced in quietly, with a trace of concern in her voice, "Look at it, the injury is not serious."

With that said, we must start checking.

Tong Jiumo felt his big hand touch her skin, she glared at him, raised her hand and patted his hand, "Mo Qijue, have you touched it enough."

She angered him last night. He was crazy and could really do everything. Even how he came in, she didn't even notice.

It was just that when she woke up in the morning, the pain at every turn made her pale.

This man is simply a beast!

Mo Qijue looked at her, "If you don't touch it, how can you know if it's all right?"

"Then what did you take off my clothes for?" Tong Jiumo's small face was covered with black lines.

"You can't see other injuries without taking off your clothes." Mo Qijue said.

When Tong Jiumo was angry, there was the sound of cars outside.

Her hands were full of oil stains, and she stared at him and said, "Mo Qijue, quickly help me get dressed."

Mo Qijue's lips twitched slightly, and he smiled. While his slender fingers fastened her buttons, he also deliberately pressed her through a thin layer of clothing. The next second he felt her His body trembled slightly under his hands.

He smiled more meaningfully, leaned over, and whispered in her ear, "Little girl, you are so sensitive..."

His hot breath sprayed on her skin, and she trembled.

The sound of footsteps and speech gradually approached.

Mo Qijue fastened her buttons in time.

Seeing her panicked, he squeezed her chin and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's my parents."

Tong Jiumo's face paled, "Your parents are afraid."

"My parents spoil you very much, don't be afraid." He said, condensing her eyes.

While talking, Mo Wujiang and Chi Bingqing had already walked in.

As soon as Chi Bingqing came in and watched the intimate scene of his son and daughter-in-law, he couldn't help blushing, "You said you two must go back to the room ambiguously again. Didn't you hear the sound of someone coming?"

Tong Jiumo was sitting on the dining chair, and Mo Qijue's whole body was almost standing between Tong Jiumo's legs.

The posture is ambiguous and sultry.

When Tong Jiumo heard Chi Bingqing's words, he looked down at the distance between the two people, being too close.

She can even clearly feel the subtle changes in his body through two layers of clothing.

Tong Jiumo slowed down and quickly pushed away Mo Qijue.

He stood up quickly and said to Mo Wujiang and Chi Bingqing, "Aunt and uncle, have you eaten yet?"

"I have eaten it at home." Chi Bingqing looked at a large table of dishes on the table, without asking who made it, and said with a compliment, "Momo, you are so virtuous. It looks good and looks very attractive."

Tong Jiumo pursed his lips and smiled, "Auntie, this is the dish made by Mo Qijue, and he has done it when I wake up."

Chi Bingqing heard the words and changed the subject, "Ajue, look at what you cook, and if you have time, you can make up for Momo's video teaching to learn how to cook. If you marry a wife, you have to take care of your wife and children. Don’t be lazy when you have a servant at home. These are all you have to learn to do."

"Mom, why?" Mo Qijue didn't understand.

"Why? A man doing more housework and accompanying his children in his free time is good for his health, and the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. Just learn something." Chi Bingqing said.

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