The sturdy little lady falling from the sky

Chapter 944 Chapter 963
Covering her mouth, this dangerous guy will not be able to kiss her secretly, and she will no longer be distracted.

"Qianqian, I'm sorry, I didn't control it just now. I'm a beast, so hit me."

Mo Yang grabbed Luo Qianqian's little hand and greeted him. Luo Qianqian was forced to hit her twice and struggled to break free.

"enough!"

The low scolding sound was mixed with traces of anger.

Mo Yang hung his head like a child who made a mistake.

"Don't be angry. I was wrong. I swear, I will never touch you again until we get married. When I go back, I will ask someone to come to my door to propose a marriage. I will marry you home soon."

With a childish tone and serious words, Luo Qianqian's heart softened, and she secretly scolded herself for being worthless. With just a few words, this guy from Meng Lang made her heart elated and dizzy.

The slight hesitation in her heart seemed to have gained some kind of strength. At this moment, she really wanted to be his bride.

There is a lot of love and affection here.

On Mo Li's side, Yi Qifeng was not so lucky.

Don't talk about kissing, the little hands didn't even close.

Seeing Yi Qifeng pretending to be dead, Mo Li pulled out a smirk.

He chuckled twice, until Yi Qifeng's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to wake up.

Now that it's all installed, let's just install it to a low level.

Mo Li took the medicine bowl directly to the bedside table.

Then he bent down and helped Yi Qifeng up.

The faint and unique female body fragrance spread into the nose, and Yi Qifeng almost couldn't hold it back and hugged her back with her backhand.

Where Mo Li could not see, Yi Qifeng had a look of enjoyment, raised his hands unconsciously, and quickly put them down again.

It's like nothing happened.

It turns out that being drunk has such benefits. If he had known, he would have been drunk.

Yi Qifeng's heart was bubbling with beauty, and Mo Li directly let him lean on the quilt behind him, and he also left.

Losing softness and fragrance, Yi Qifeng felt a little bit lost, and before he finished feeling, his nose was suddenly pinched.

Yi Qifeng opened his mouth subconsciously, and suddenly a mouthful of soup with some strange taste was poured down his throat.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yi Qifeng's face flushed from coughing, and he couldn't pretend anymore, so he had to open his eyes.

"Hey, my hangover soup is so effective?!"

Yi Qifeng: "..."

He could only look at Mo Li sadly, and complained in a low voice, "A Li, you murdered your husband."

A Li was almost startled by his words, "Don't talk nonsense, first, you are not my husband. Second, you drink too much, I will give you hangover soup, this is out of concern."

Yi Qifeng has tasted what it is like to steal a chicken without losing money.

The pain in his throat hadn't passed yet, Yi Qifeng stood up and drank a few cups of tea vigorously, only to feel more comfortable in his throat.

"Okay, get up when you wake up, and send Zhu Yong away. It's very annoying to block the door early in the morning, and it makes me unable to go out even if I want to go out."

Mo Li complained softly.

"Ok!"

Yi Qifeng's face darkened, and he blamed Zhu Yong for the grievance just now.

It turned out that it was because of himself that he was "abused" like this, hum, Zhu Yong!
Zhu Yong outside shivered inexplicably, and looked at the sky, it wasn't cold.

"I'm going out first."

Mo Li happily went to Yun Yanran to return to his life.

"Yan Ran, I'm done, Yi Qifeng is up, and I can drive those people away in a while. Don't worry."

"Yeah," Yun Yanran nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, looking straight at Mo Li, with a faint flash of light in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)