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

Chapter 1825 My feet are sore

He went to the cloakroom to get his pajamas, and by chance he found a box in the corner. The lid couldn't be sealed. It was full of his clothes, unfolded and stuffed in casually.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and chuckled.

He got her pajamas and put them on. His body was not touching the bed, but he was hunched over. His shirt and trousers were all wet. He was barefoot and avoided the carpet when walking. His wet footprints were all over the ground.

"I'm all wet, where did you hide my clothes?"

"Did I hide it?"

Chu Yao was lying there, his face turned to the side. She rested her arms on her pillow, her eyes slightly raised, and her eyes swept over his wet body inch by inch. She then blatantly saw his face, "I'm not hiding it, please be nice." Look for it.”

Mo Tingshen knew the nature of her urine very well, so he said deliberately: "Then I found it, can I wear it?"

Chu Yao stopped talking.

"Let me wear it, okay."

Mo Tingshen went directly to get his clothes, then took a shower, and came out wearing the same pajamas. As soon as he walked to the bed, someone kicked her out. He was quick and grabbed her feet.

"What?"

Chu Yao pointed his toes forward, "Just wash the outside and clean it? How can I clean it if it's dirty inside?"

"It's not dirty, you can check it."

Chu Yao moved her neck, twisting it left and right, and her bones made a slight clicking sound. She placed her chin on the back of her hand, grinding it a little, and then lay back to the previous position, but this time she picked him with the corner of her eyes, and there was something in her tone. Obvious disgust.

"No, I won't touch anything that has been used by others. I'm not a rag picker."

hiss……

This mouth.

The curse is really cruel.

Mo Ting took a deep breath. Just as he was about to find a place to sit down, Chu's waist kicked in the palm of his hand. "Brother, my feet are sore."

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Her face became aggrieved in the blink of an eye, and her eyes were wet, "You have been lifting it for too long and it makes you feel sore."

Mo Tingshen put his other hand up to support her calf. He sat sideways, put her legs on his lap, pulled the quilt to cover her, and put his hands into the quilt to rub it.

Just rubbed it twice and it stopped moving.

Chu Yao was dissatisfied, "Why did you stop?"

"Change your name and I'll rub it for you."

"Don't you like it every time I call you brother?"

"That was before, but it's different now. You can change it." He didn't realize it himself, and his voice became more and more fond.

It's just that Chu Yao has always been pushy. She snorted, "Forget it, suddenly it's not sore anymore."

As he spoke, he took his feet back.

"Oh you..."

Mo Ting held her feet tightly, but he wouldn't let go. The breath he had held in his throat was swallowed, and he didn't dare to lose his temper. He sighed: "Knead it for you, ancestor."

Chu Yao stretched his legs back, but his face was facing inside.

"There was nothing between me and that female star. I was on a business trip for those two days, and she happened to be staying in the same hotel as me. I asked the paparazzi to secretly photograph her and spread rumors. It happened that the project I was working on at that time was very important, and I was so busy every day that my eyes were closed. It was only for two hours. I was negligent and let people take advantage of it. When the scandal started to spread later, wasn't it too late for me to withdraw the news? "

Mo Tingshen spoke softly and enunciated every word clearly.

He was taken advantage of by a female star, and a few shabby photos were used to insinuate and fabricate a love affair. The tricks between women were so circuitous that it was troublesome for him as a grown man to deal with it, so he handed it over to his public relations company. But after that day, Chu She refused to answer his phone calls.