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

Chapter 956 Who Made You Come Here
He had seen Xu Tingting do this before, and it was quite meaningful, and it was better than wasting it.

After walking for a while, Mo Tingshen took off his coat, hung it on a tree branch at random, and ran around the hotel at night.

After half an hour, return along the road, take off your coat and go back to the hotel.

The room card was plugged in, and the lights in the room turned on automatically. He turned off a few lights, threw his coat on the sofa as he passed by, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

Mo Ting wore a bathrobe that he was not used to in hotels, and went in with a pair of slacks. After washing, he came out wearing a pair of trousers, without his upper body, with a white towel on his shoulders, and came out wiping his hair.

He took a look at the phone, browsed through the two documents, and put the phone on the bedside table after replying.

He lifted the quilt and lay down, suddenly his face became serious, and he pulled the quilt away completely.

Lying on her stomach with Chu Yao, with her hands under her cheeks, she didn't know how long she had been stuffed under the quilt, the warm orange light couldn't cover her blushing face, and she was looking at him with half-closed eyes.

"Brother, your quilt is so heavy."

"Who told you to come here!"

Chu Yao tilted his head, "I have feet, so I came here by myself, what's wrong?"

She giggled like a fool.

It is completely two extremes to be like the old man who always hates him during the day.

Mo Ting pressed his brows deeply, "How much did you drink?"

Chu Yao blinked, blinked and blinked, her glasses opened wider and wider, saying she was awake, but she didn't look like her, but a pair of purring eyes looked at him.

"Brother, my back hurts."

"I can't rub it!"

"It really hurts, it hurts from hanging Wia, and my legs also hurt."

"The legs are fine." Mo Ting suppressed his anger deeply, "Which one?"

Chu Yao arched in the quilt, secretly stretched out a foot, she kicked the quilt up, then pushed it to the side, stretching her legs to the edge of the bed as far as possible.

Mo Ting put the quilt back on her body, she didn't even bother to pull it, and he had to show her face.

He sat on the edge of the bed, picked up one of her legs and put it on it, and massaged her skillfully.

"Where did you get your drink?"

Chu Yao hooked the hair on the sideburns, "It's in the room, it tastes good, but it's too boring to drink alone."

Mo Ting frowned deeply.

Intuition has a very bad premonition.

"Bring me here and let me drink with you?"

"Well, brother is so smart!"

He really didn't think it was a good thing to be praised by a drunken fool.

Chu took out two empty cups out of nowhere, and gave him one generously, "Here, drink."

Mo Ting's anger welled up again, and he asked in a tense voice, "Where's the wine?"

"what?"

Chu Yao turned the two cups upside down and squinted one eye to see, not knowing what she was aiming at, she shook it twice, "It's gone, it's all in my stomach."

Mo Ting's face was uncontrollably covered with a layer of coldness.

He leaned down, pinched her cheeky face to make her look up, and leaned closer to smell it, "Is it for nothing?"

"Yes."

Chu Yao got out a little bit from the quilt, and supported his upper body with his elbows, "If you don't believe me, try it."

She raised her head, bumped into him and kissed him.

on kissed lips.

Mo Ting froze instantly, as if his breathing was cut off.

Looking at the girl who was close at hand with cold eyes, his eyes became colder and colder inch by inch.

Those eyes seemed to be thrown into a cold pool very quickly, sinking so deep that only the bone-piercing coldness remained on the surface.

"Chu waist."

He opened it word by word and called her.

(End of this chapter)