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

"Not here."

She glanced outside and said, "This is the crew. People are coming and going. If someone sees my car shaking, it will make big news tomorrow."

"At this moment?!"

Mo Ting was in disbelief.

Even these words came out from between his lips and teeth. He stopped all of a sudden, and his body became tense, almost convulsing.

Chu Yao glanced at him vaguely, "Is that okay?"

Mo Ting stared at her deeply for several seconds, pursed his lips, and cracked out a few words: "What do you think?"

"I'm sorry, the soundproofing effect of the RV is so good that I got into trouble with you."

She was so crazy that she began to regret it and even wanted to lose face.

Mo Tingshen's face and lower three inches were almost gone.

"Where is the hotel?"

Chu Yao told him the name of the hotel without turning on the navigation system. Mo Tingshen had already checked out all the hotels where she stayed during filming. In the past few years, no paparazzi or illegitimate student has ever been able to successfully tamper with someone in a hotel. , all because he was protecting me from behind.

Mo Ting gritted his teeth and pinched her, "Wait!"

He picked up his clothes and put them on, sat in the driver's seat, and when he buckled his seat belt, he said sternly: "Stay inside, and don't come to pick me up."

Chu Yao was about to get up, but he lay back down after listening to his words.

This man's self-control is terrifyingly strong.

The RV can only drive to the hotel entrance, so he asked Sister Mi to arrange for the driver to come in advance.

The car door opened, and Sister Mi came in carrying a paper bag. She didn't see Mo Tingshen, and he didn't hide it, but Sister Mi didn't even dare to look at her, and only hurriedly shouted "Mr. Mo" into the air.

The other party replied "Yeah", "She's in there."

Sister Mi quickly walked to the bedroom and closed the door.

She lifted the quilt, and fortunately, Chu Yao was still wearing the ugly grandmother's gown.

"Who is Yaocheng showing you like this? Fortunately it's Mr. Mo, otherwise if it had been any other man, I would have thought you had already slept with him."

Chu Yao's eyes flashed, and he suddenly wanted to tease her, "Then why aren't Mo Ting and I sleeping deeply?"

"Do you want to hear what you fart?"

Sister Mi rolled her eyes and complained rudely: "If you two have something to do, why don't you wait until now? Mr. Mo is more merciless than a monk when facing you. He can't sleep with anyone."

Chu Yao turned over, resting his elbows on the wall, looking at Sister Mi with a look that was charming to the core, "Then what if it's true?"

Sister Mi snorted coldly: "Put out the dirty waste in your mind and don't mess with Mr. Mo, who is so innocent."

Chu Yao was stunned for a moment.

Then I stopped laughing.

Sister Mi took out the clothes and threw them on her, "You can change them yourself. There is a hat inside. I will go down with you later and the driver will take Mr. Mo to the back door so that the car can be moved."

Chu Yao was still smiling and didn't say anything. Sister Mi didn't care about her and went out first.

After returning to the hotel, Sister Mi left and went to another room to have supper with the assistants.

Mo Tingshen knocked on the door, but no one answered. He called and no one answered, so he stood at the door and waited. Within five minutes, the door opened and Chu Yao pulled him in.

She had taken a shower. She was wearing a bathrobe and the belt around her waist was tied loosely. Her shoes were scattered in the hallway. Mo Ting stepped down and stepped on one. He quickly raised his foot and Chu Yao was rash. She pulled him in vain, and he stumbled forward, hugging her in time and supporting the shoe cabinet.

"Do you know what image you have in Sister Mi's mind?"