Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 321 Go Back to Your Room and Do Something Meaningful

Mia's eyes glanced at Moxiluo's hand on Feng Sumo's waist, and she turned around and left the room obediently.

In the living room, both Wei Lai and Ji Er thought that the kitchen might be busy, they glanced at each other, and walked in tacitly.

However, before reaching the door, Mia's small body blocked her and stopped her halfway.

"What's wrong?" Weilai didn't understand his behavior.

Mia lowered her eyes slightly, pursed her lips, and quickly thought about what words to use to explain.

Daddy and Mommy are busy?
See no evil?

Not suitable for children?

Wei Lai tilted his head, his eyes fell on his face, he carefully read every subtle expression on his face, and then asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Mia thought for a while, then slowly raised her head to look at her, and said, "Daddy and Mommy are getting close."

Wei Lai, "..."

Jill, "..."

Wei Lai wondered how Mia knew the word intimacy, but, embarrassed to ask directly, exchanged glances with Ji Er, and led him back to the sofa.

The two of them had a tacit understanding, and both intimately associated it with the restricted-rated picture.

Children can't watch it, what is it if it's not restricted?
But they don't know that in the definition of Mia, things that adults do but children don't do are called intimate things.

See how close daddy and mommy are?
In the kitchen, since Moxiluo followed her in, he never left Feng Sumo's waist. He touched her here and there from time to time, taking advantage of her as he wanted.

While Feng Sumo was busy with the kitchen, he dodged his claws, annoyed that he was in the way, and wanted to reprimand him, but every time he pushed him away, he stuck up again, and even became more unruly.

After Moxiluo's kiss landed on her neck, Feng Sumo's hands trembled so sensitively that the oil bottle in his hand fell to the ground in shock, and the greasy liquid wet the ground.

"Mexiluo!" Feng Sumo yelled at him angrily, looked at the distressed floor, and had the urge to push him out.

With an expression of "it's none of my business", Moxiluo put his hands around her waist again in a very ignorant way.

He wanted to eat but didn't find it in the room, his heart and hands were itching right now.

Feng Sumo broke away from his hands, squatted down, and wanted to clean up the mess, but Moxiluo scooped up his waist like twisting cloth strips, his feet were off the ground, and he hugged him up.

The corners of his lips raised a sinister arc, and Mesilo smiled, "Let's leave this kind of thing to the servants, including cooking. If we have time, why don't we go back to the room and do more meaningful things?"

Feng Sumo was hugged by him like this, looking very embarrassed, kicked his feet a few times, trying to reach the floor, tried several times, but failed once.

"Mom and dad seldom dine with us. Today is a family gathering. I want to cook something myself. It will be more meaningful." Feng Sumo struggled to no avail, and changed to Lijiao.

However, just as he finished his sentence, he was interrupted by Mexilo's uncivilized words, "Feed me first."

"Rogue!" Feng Sumo scolded in a low voice, took a deep breath, looked at him leisurely, and slowly said two words, "Night."

Two very short words, the tone is very light, and the volume is very low, so small that Mesilo seriously doubts whether he has an illusion.

This woman, isn't it too easy to discuss today?
Moxiluo's mood, in an instant, if the gorgeous fireworks, the lottery...

(End of this chapter)