The devil clings to the little maid

Chapter 387

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"What's wrong? Yiting's cell phone keeps disconnecting." Mo Lin sat at the dining table, looking at the cell phone screen.

Mo Xinnian opened her mouth, just in time to see her mother come out with a plate of dishes, she hurriedly stuffed the chopsticks into her mouth and bit them.

"I'll make a call," Wu Qiong took the cell phone from her husband, "I don't believe it, he won't even answer your calls, this kid... won't come home to see us for a week."

"Mom, she will definitely come back, don't worry." Mo Erye said.

Wu Qiong unplugged the number, put it in her ear and said, "If your brother doesn't come back, she will learn from him not to come back, and she will be busy with this and that whenever she has free time. I heard that she is going to the orphanage today, so she should come back."

Mo Xinnian put down her chopsticks, scratched at the corners of her clothes with both hands, her small mouth was tightened and then opened, opened and then tightened, her bright eyeballs turned back and forth, her face turned red from holding back.

"Sister, I haven't started eating yet, please go to the bathroom." Sitting next to her, Mo Zihao had been paying attention to Mo Xinnian, and this time, he couldn't help but say it.

Why is she always hesitant to speak, anxious and unbearable.

"I don't want to wash my hands." When I came in, I had already washed it.

"Then what are you moving around for?"

"I……"

"Xinnian, come, let's have a chicken leg first." It's nice to be a daddy, he broke a roasted chicken leg and put it on the plate in front of his daughter, smiling slightly, "Let's eat, eat quickly."

Mo Xinnian grinned, but her little brows frowned. She saw Wu Qiong put the phone on the table irritably, and shook her head: "I'm so anxious, where did Tingting go?"

Mo Xinnian's little heart is flustered, anxious, uncomfortable, can't bear to see grandma feeling sad, and opens her mouth, "Aunt, she..."

"Cough!" Ling Kexin came out with another soup bowl, coughing loudly as if her throat was choked by smoke.

Mo Xinnian's eyes froze, and he hurriedly picked up the chicken leg on the plate and took a hard bite.

Feeling that the words that came to her lips hadn't been swallowed, she took another bite. This time, her face was bulging, and she blushed not only from swallowing, but also her eyes were red from swallowing.

Ling Kexin sat down, smiled and patted her on the back lightly, "Baby, eat slowly, don't swallow."

Mo Xinnian's starry eyes were flickering, she was full of tears, and looked at her mother with great resentment... You told me not to tell the secret, why don't you let me swallow it to death.

After a meal, Mo Xinnian had a hard time eating, and when the bowl of rice was finished, she quickly ran out of the villa and stood in the yard panting heavily.

"Little idiot, do you have any secrets hidden in your heart?" Mo Zihao came out with her, and the question hit the nail on the head.

Mo Xinnian hurriedly shook her hand, "No."

Mo Zihao slanted his lips, gave her an "unbelievable" smile, and folded his little arms, "Girl, don't lie to brother, your little thoughts have already betrayed your eyes."

Mo Xinnian hurriedly stopped turning her head and wiped her eyes with both hands.

"Tell me, what's the secret?" Mo Zihao stepped in front of her, raised his head, and looked down at her.

"Mommy won't let me talk." Mo Xinnian pouted.

"Don't tell me, you will suffocate to death, why don't you give me the secret, you don't need to suffocate when your heart is empty, and I will suffer for you."

Mo Xinnian's eyes twinkled, like star lips in the sky, "Are you here to keep a secret?"

OK, I'm relieved then.

"Of course, how uncomfortable you are holding back, spit it out to me."

"Okay." Mo Xinnian smiled.

The night was dark, time passed, Ling Kexin looked at the wall clock, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and Mo Yiting hadn't returned to the manor, it seemed that she was staying with Qiao Zhenzhong and was reluctant to go home.

"Honey, what are you doing standing in front of the window? Go to bed!" Mo Erye dried his hair, walked over and put his arms around her waist.

"Honey, don't worry." Being pressed down by him, Ling Kexin lifted his shoulders.

Mo Erye moved his butt, pressed against her ambiguously, and raised his eyebrows charmingly, "You want to play tricks again?"

"No, I was thinking..."

"I understand, you think about it." Panting, Mo Erye tore off her belt, leaned over and kissed her slightly parted lips, murmured vaguely, "I also want to..."

Uh, devil, do you think like me?

Her mouth was sealed, Ling Kexin couldn't speak, feeling that the man was messing around with her body and acting recklessly, she had no choice but to obey him and wait until he was done.

"Ahh... Devil, it's over once, come down quickly." After finally waiting for him to vent, Ling Kexin pushed his head, panting.

Mo Erye slowly raised his head, with a handsome smile on his face, staring at Ling Kexin's blushing face, "I'm not finished yet."

"You?" Ling Kexin was angry and helpless when she felt something in her body grow slowly again, "Why is it endless? Come down!"

"It was a rest just now, my dear." His fingers caressed her face, and his teeth bit her round and soft earlobe viciously, licking and sucking, making Ling Kexin tremble for a while.

Tightening his body, Mo Erye became stronger, clasped her shoulders, and he crazily hugged his prey like a wolf.

Following the man's operation, Ling Kexin rose and fell softly, and the moans in her mouth became louder and louder...

Wu Qiong had just stepped up to the fourth floor with a glass of milk, when she heard vague and ambiguous sounds coming from her son's room, her ears felt warm, and she went downstairs with the glass.

"It's so late, what are you doing walking around?" Mo Lin leaned on the bed, cast a glance at his wife, and blamed him.

Woo-kyung sighs and says he can’t sleep because he’s waiting for his daughter’s call.

"Sleep, don't think too much, isn't Yi Ting chasing He Xiaoxiao? Young people have young people's lives, it's okay, don't worry." Mo Lin patted his left side, signaling his wife to come up.

Wu Qiong handed him the hot milk, "I'll drink it for you, Ye'er and the others... have fallen asleep."

"At this moment, do you still want to go to their room?" Mo Lin really felt that the older the wife was, the more she looked like a child. He took a few sips of milk, and then pulled Wu Qiong into bed.

"Husband..." Wu Qiong helped him unbutton his pajamas and nestled in his warm arms.

Mo Lin kissed her face, and noticed that his wife was wearing some nice-smelling perfume tonight, so he couldn't put it down when he hugged her, "It smells so good..."

"I sprayed it in Yi Ting's room, her perfume."

"You also buy a bottle." Mo Lin's mouth dropped, and his hands began to move wantonly on his wife.

"Honey, aren't you tired?" Wu Qiong's breath began to unsteady.

"Why are you tired? I've always been in good health..." Mo Lin turned sideways, pressed against his wife, kissed her eyes with wet lips, and said hoarsely, "Joan, you are still so beautiful."

Feeling her husband's kiss and sweet words, Wu Qiong relaxed physically and mentally, and responded enthusiastically with her arms around her husband's shoulders...

Her husband, who is over fifty years old, is strong and strong. After returning from the United States this time, he is often gentle and considerate to her, soothing her body and mind that is full of scars.

The love is strong, and in the fascination of her husband's tenderness, Wu Qiong forgot her troubles and immersed herself in the love flowing like water between the middle-aged couple...

At the coffee shop on the pedestrian street, Qiao Zhenzhong paid the bill, helped Mo Yiting pick up the windbreaker, and stretched out his hand again.

Mo Yiting didn't put her hand in his palm, got up and pulled her clothes, brushed his shoulder and walked out first.

The lights outside are still shining, and the beautiful pedestrian street, even in the middle of the night, is still crowded with people, and the shops are blooming with the most beautiful colors to attract customers.

Mo Yiting walked slowly, looking at some advertisements and the scenery along the street casually. Tonight, she has not spoken much, and she is as quiet as a person walking in the jungle.

The late autumn night was very cold, Qiao Zhenzhong shook off the windbreaker and put it on her shoulders for her.

Mo Yiting stopped, raised her eyes and smiled at him, Qiao Zhenzhong looked at her like a loyal bodyguard, just smiled and said nothing, after helping her put it on, she retreated to her side.

After walking to the parking lot, Mo Yiting turned around, raised her lips and smiled, "Thank you for staying with me for such a long time today, I'm going back."

After she finished speaking, she opened the car door, and when she bent down to get in the car, Qiao Zhenzhong snatched the key from her hand.

"I'll see you off." Qiao Zhenzhong took her hand and opened the door of the passenger seat.

"Don't do this, Mr. Qiao." Mo Yiting wanted to refuse, but Qiao Zhenzhong pushed her domineeringly onto the passenger seat, and then buckled her seat belt.

He drove Mo Yiting home, which meant that he would come back to drive his own car again.

But he would rather be like this, and Mo Yiting had no choice but to tell him the address of the rental house, leaning back in the chair, and she lazily closed her eyes.

It may be too tired, or it may be because of the lack of distraction, or it may be the psychological exhaustion after breaking up with love, Mo Yiting fell asleep in a short while, and her small nose let out a light and shallow breathing sound.

Qiao Zhenzhong turned his head to look at her, slowed down the car, pulled over the windbreaker, and gently covered her body.

The orange-red light halo penetrated the glass, and slid across Mo Yiting's face in circles. Her jet-black hair fell on both sides, making her small face fairer. Her long eyelashes covered her lids, her nose bridge was high, and she was sleeping with red lips lightly. She pursed her eyebrows and frowned slightly, charming and charming.

Qiao Zhenzhong stopped the car, turned his head, and looked at her quietly.

She slept soundly, in the small space, he could hear her clear and shallow breathing, and there was her fragrance in the air, which was the unique fragrance of women.

He couldn't help leaning his face closer, smelling and inhaling greedily, when the slightest fragrance rushed into his nose, his heartbeat couldn't help speeding up, and his breathing became difficult.

The primitive instinct made him ### want to move, but when his mouth was close to Mo Yiting's lips, he suddenly straightened up and raised his hand to rub his forehead.

She said: "You can't take advantage of others!"

Yes, if she really considers him a villain who takes advantage of others, then it may be difficult for him to see her in the future.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to calm down the turmoil.

"Cough...well..." Probably choking on the smell of smoke, Mo Yiting let out a light cough.

Qiao Zhenzhong realized that he shouldn't be smoking, so he quickly stubbed out the cigarette butt, opened the car window a small crack, threw out the cigarette, and sprayed the smoke in his mouth out towards the window.

Turning around, he saw Mo Yiting move slightly, found a comfortable blinking position, and went back to sleep.

Looking at the woman in the dreamland with black eyes shining, Qiao Zhenzhong realized that he was so grown up, and it was the first time he watched a woman sleep so quietly. It turned out that the woman in the dream was so cute and beautiful.

Gently pulling out a strand of black hair that fell on Mo Yiting's face, Qiao Zhenzhong's rough fingers gently slid between her brows.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if the pain in her heart was tormenting her in her dream, making her unable to relax, but he stroked it twice and found that he couldn't heal it at all.

Touching her face affectionately, Qiao Zhenzhong sighed secretly, unfastened her seat belt, and slowly pushed down the car seat...