Charming wife: Domineering husband deeply loves

Chapter 7 Stiff
Mo Xiuyan's back straightened all of a sudden, he never imagined that there is such a woman who can make himself unable to hold back with just a kiss!
It never occurred to him that this woman could easily arouse all his enthusiasm like this, making him unable to restrain himself.

The sweet touch of her lips almost made him unable to breathe.

Su Jingran's hand also suddenly retracted, very nervous, she couldn't help swallowing.

"I like men?" Mo Xiuyan approached dangerously.

His handsome face was even more magnified in front of her eyes.

"..." Su Jingran didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what to say to calm his anger.

"Do you think... I like men?" Mo Xiuyan asked again, a bright light flashed in his eyes, lingering on her body.

Su Jingran swallowed again: "I will keep it secret for you."

"If I like men, what... what did you touch just now?" Mo Xiuyan's voice was full of amusement, and a hint of forbearance and anger.

Yes, anger.

It's just that he is not close to women, but in this woman's eyes and heart, it turned out to be an ironclad proof that he likes men.

He squeezed Su Jingran's chin, and asked forcefully, "What... what did you touch just now?"

Su Jingran was forced to answer.

Although she has never experienced sex between men and women, she still lives in a modern society with advanced information.

She also understood in her heart what exactly she touched just now.

But he asked this question, how should she answer it?

She really couldn't find any correct answer to answer Mo Xiuyan's question.

"What's that?" Mo Xiuyan seemed a little satisfied with her adjective, but he didn't let her go, as if he wanted to hear the answer from her.

Su Jingran dodged his eyes and caught a glimpse of something resembling a police badge on him. Is he a policeman?
Is Third Young Master Mo a policeman?
So what she touched just now was a gun?
Facing Mo Xiuyan with burning eyes, Su Jingran had no choice but to guess, "Is it a gun?"

"Heh." Mo Xiuyan spat out monosyllabic characters, as if he was even stingy with using an extra word for ridicule.

He stretched out his big hand and pulled Su Jingran's hand over again.

This time, Su Jingran refused to do anything, and didn't want to touch him again.

But she couldn't resist her life or death, and she was pulled by her hand and covered his waist or a certain position on his leg again.

Su Jingran clenched his palms into fists and closed his eyes tightly.

She didn't want to be flustered by this man.

However, he still pressed her hand... His strength is too great, if her resistance is like a small stream, then his strength is like a vast ocean.

Su Jingran's little hand was pressed...

But when she grabbed that thing, she felt a little abnormal, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, and followed the line of sight of her palm...

Only then did he see that he was really holding a gun in his hand.

The gun was placed on Mo Xiuyan's waist, and it felt cool in his hand.

Su Jingran quickly let go, she had never touched a real gun before.

He was carrying a gun, which made her feel even more stressed, and the oppressive feeling he gave was also extraordinarily heavy.

But Jing Ran breathed a sigh of relief when he touched a gun instead of anything else.

What he really likes is a man. Jing Ran's life in the Mo family will not really fall into a deadlock.

Mo Xiuyan's voice echoed coldly above her head: "Remember, listen to me, or I will shoot you sooner or later!"

Su Jingran flinched, knowing that Mo Xiuyan could say and do it, so he nodded hurriedly.

When Mo Xiuyan saw her expression, there was an unknowing arc on the corner of his lips.

There was also a little more ambiguity in the voice...

Su Jingran nodded, but suddenly thought of...

But there is also a completely different part... Su Jingran was too ashamed to think about it.

Su Jingran's face suddenly turned red.

Her heart was a little flustered, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

Mo Xiuyan looked away from her body, feeling a little more comfortable and comfortable in his heart.

This interesting little woman caught his attention.

When I returned to the Mo family, it was already late.

Today is the day when she and Mo Xiuyan just got married, but they haven't stayed at home all this time. Those who want to come to Mo's house have already waited in a hurry.

As soon as Su Jingran entered the house, people rushed into Mo Xiuyan's room and handed her a long white dress.

When Su Jingran was in the Su family, she always dressed simply. Jeans and a T-shirt were her most everyday attire.

But deep down in her heart, she knew that entering the Mo family meant entering the battlefield.

Whether she is willing or not, she must face it carefully!

Su Jingran quickly changed into a long white dress.

The cut of the long skirt is very slim. If you wear it on your body, it will look fat if it is too much, and it will be too thin if it is too small.

Mo Xiuyan handed her his arm, Su Jingran was taken aback, put his arm through his wrist, and walked towards the door like a loving couple!

Su Jingran knew that her task now was to play the role of a conscientious young mistress well!

With a smile on her face, she straightened her chest, followed Mo Xiuyan's steps, and walked downstairs.

In the living room downstairs, there were many people sitting around, bursts of laughter came, and someone yelled: "Third Young Master and Young Mistress have come down!"

As if a switch had been pressed, the laughter stopped abruptly.

All eyes were directed at Mo Xiuyan and Jing Ran.

Su Jingran's heart was pounding, like fifteen buckets, up and down.

A slightly sharp voice came: "Hey, this is the daughter-in-law of the third son of our family? I heard that she is the size of the Su family... Oh, no, isn't it the second young lady?"

The voice was unfriendly and sharp, which made people's ears a little bit piercing.

Su Jingran's heart ached even more, but a servant stood in front of Mo Xiuyan and said, "Third Young Master, the old man is waiting for you in the study!"

Feeling that his arm was suddenly empty, Mo Xiuyan had already removed his arm, and followed the servants towards the study.

(End of this chapter)