The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1639: Pampering her is something I have been used to doing since childhood.

Qiaoman's eyes flickered, "Mom has been following me, but I didn't want her to follow, so I coaxed her to buy me a bottle of water, and then I drove to find you."

Mo Ting frowned subconsciously and sighed secretly. He opened the door a little and let in, "Come in."

Qiaoman stood there without moving.

He asked: "What's wrong?"

"Is this Chu Yao's home?"

"Why don't you answer?" Qiaoman stared at him closely, "This is Chu Yao's home, isn't it?"

Mo Ting nodded deeply, "Yes."

She was deeply shocked, "How could you..."

"This is her home. I have been here several times. There is no room for me here. Last night was the first time that I stayed here."

"What have you done!"

Qiaoman blurted out and immediately regretted it.

If a man and a woman are in the same room, what else can they do?

Mo Tingshen did not answer, only said: "You come in first and then talk."

He gave in again without looking for shoes for her. Qiaoman saw with his own eyes that there were no other slippers except women's shoes in the shoe cabinet. There was a pair of women's slippers placed next to the foot mirror, which was placed. Ting Shen was barefoot, and he took out a pair of shoe covers from the shoe cabinet.

Qiaoman's feet were rooted to the ground and stopped motionless. "I won't go in. This is her home. I think she's dirty!"

Mo Ting's back stiffened for a moment. He stuffed his shoe covers back and said, "Then wait for me for a moment."

He went back to the study, turned off the computer, put on his coat and came out again.

"Let's go talk outside."

He bent down to put on his shoes. Qiaoman didn't know how angry he was, and came in again, "No, if you want to talk, let's talk here."

She put on her shoes and went in. Mo Ting stared deeply at her feet and said nothing. He didn't say hello immediately, but went to the restaurant to boil hot water.

Qiaoman was sitting on the sofa and heard him saying to the person on the other side of the phone: "She's here with me. Don't worry, I'll talk to her and send her back later." She pinched her palms, feeling a surge of warmth. Coming up, she sniffed and swallowed back the trembling sobs in her mouth.

Mo Tingshen poured a glass of warm water back and placed it on the coffee table in front of Qiaoman.

"Drink something warm."

Qiaoman rubbed his neck and forced a resentful tone: "Don't drink! Dirty!"

Mo Tingshen sat down on the single sofa, "Manman, it's me who offended you. If you're angry, you go to me. I have no complaints. You can't keep scolding Chu Yao. I can't stand it."

Qiaoman was stunned.

Shouldn't she be angry? Shouldn't you feel aggrieved?

The husband she was about to marry slept with another woman last night!

Even sitting here makes her feel sick!

"How can you...protect her in front of me?"

Mo Tingshen said: "I'm sorry, I'm used to it. Pampering my waist is something I've been used to doing since I was a child. It's me who's dirty, not her. If you want to scold me, come at me because I'm sorry for you."

He didn't even think about covering up his shame.

He can be stepped on, but not Chu Yao.

Why!

"Since you love Chu Yao so much, then why do you come to provoke me!"

Mo Ting pursed his lips deeply, with a slight expression on his face. His unpredictable black eyes seemed gentle, but there was no trace of tenderness in them. He said softly: "Manman, I have never provoked you."

"Lie! You obviously have it, but you don't want to admit it. When you were a child..."

Qiaoman couldn't finish half of his sentence, and suddenly realized that Mo Tingshen had never provoked her. She was always hot-tempered from the beginning to the end, and kept finding various excuses to get close to him.

(End of this chapter)