Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

After sending Zhang Lulu home and giving her a week's vacation to recuperate, Mo Jiu took a taxi home.

Along the way, Mo Jiu found that since she encountered an ambush on the road last time, the law and order in Kyoto had improved, and there were patrolling police everywhere.

Back at Mo's house, the empty mansion didn't make her feel deserted, on the contrary, she felt a sense of relaxation. She went directly to Long Qingtian's gate and opened it quietly like a ghost.

The room was pitch black, and Mo Jiu curled his lips.

I haven't seen the dead man for a whole day. The two of them are now in the period of passionate love. Mo Jiu feels that he misses him so much. It's so late for this dead man. Is he not coming back today?

Complaining like this, I opened the door of my room and subconsciously turned on the light, but suddenly felt something was wrong!

Turning around suddenly, a pair of big hands wrapped around her waist, Mo Jiu's heart just lifted up and then let go, the man's familiar smell made her put down the foot that was raised up to attack the man's crotch.

"Brother, you have to be so sneaky!"

Mo Jiu curled his lips and couldn't help complaining.

With a snap, the lights in the room were turned on, and Long Qingtian was wearing a camouflage military uniform, which was different from when he was wearing a formal suit. Long Qingtian, who was wearing an army green military uniform, was upright and upright.

Wearing a camouflage uniform, he exudes a masculine aura that belongs to a man, and adds a touch of mystery to his always serious and cold cheeks.

When he saw the girl in his lonely eyes, he softened a little, and he put his big hand on her head and stroked her back and forth a few times, and Mo Jiu's shawl hair was suddenly messed up.

The man seldom talks, but Mo Jiu is a chatterbox. He doesn't mind the man's movements at all. He directly slams his head into the man's chest, presses him down and walks towards the bed. Naturally, Mo Jiu is not Long Qingtian's opponent, can he go to the bed... …

Naturally, Long Qingtian would not refuse.

The two fell on the bed, Mo Jiu pressed on the man, his shoulders shook, and he laughed sullenly.

"What are you laughing at?" a low voice asked.

Mo Jiu looked up, her small face was flushed with excitement, Mo Jiu's eyes were kind and agile like black grapes, she blinked her big eyes, "Brother, you didn't see Jiang Li's face today, hahaha, it's so cool So cool!"

Mo Jiu smiled and trembled all over, and even stood up from Long Qingtian with both hands, bouncing on the ground, looking very happy.

This appearance made Long Qingtian feel that Mo Jiu was extremely cute, and it was also at this time that Long Qingtian felt that she was just a 19-year-old girl.

Shaking his head helplessly, Long Qingtian stretched out his arms, hugged the girl into his arms, and rubbed her hair, "Excited?"

"Super excited!"

"I see you have a little excess energy..."

"That's right, I think I can run eight laps around the playground now!" Mo Jiu boasted that he didn't write drafts.

Long Qingtian's eyes sank, "In this case, let's exercise."

"Sports?" Mo Jiu looked at the time on the wall, it was already ten o'clock, "Isn't it too late? And the Mo family has sports equipment?"

"Naturally, do some evening exercise..."

If Mo Jiu didn't know Long Qingtian's obsessive words, then she wouldn't have to live!

But thinking of the battle situation last night, this guy suddenly felt a little weak, and hurriedly waved his hands, "Well, brother, I suddenly feel a little tired after a busy day, I'm going to take a shower..."