Good Morning, Dear

Mo Li was already crazy, and his sweat fell down his cheek and fell on her, integrating with her sweat. Looking at the sweat integrated into one, he felt unspeakable happiness, not only the body, not only the soul, but they were connected in all aspects.

His hands clasped her hands, clasped her fingers, and kissed her open eyes with his lower lip: "is it still painful?"

"No pain, very comfortable." he fastened his hand and gave him everything. At first, he wanted it very quickly. He handed in the gun in less than two minutes. She laughed at whether he had a problem, but he knew it was the reason why he hadn't done it for too long. The second time, he became very persistent and could control his desire to spray. He asked her for a while and a while more.

Mo Li buried himself deeply in her body, held her, changed her to a side position, and changed her to the top. Cheng Qingyao is very relaxed, even a little crazy, fast and slow. When he is happy, she suddenly stops.

"Are you bad?" Mo Li grinned angrily and held her belt.

Cheng Qingyao was wet all over and her black hair was on her face and close to her back. She was so charming and seductive that she licked her congested red lips and giggled: "I'm tired! Take a break when I'm tired. When I'm enough, I'll make you refreshing!"

Mo Li couldn't stand her temptation. He turned over and pressed her under him and ran into her madly: "since you're tired, I'll come to the top. What's the matter? I can't make you so tired in time."

Cheng Qingyao giggled. The laughter turned into a moving chant with time and passion, as well as her urging voice: "hurry up..." Mo Li accelerated his speed. At this time, Mo Jianling's phone came in. Cheng Qingyao was a little embarrassed. Is this the answer or not?

Is mo Jianling looking for her? Or do you want to talk to her?

At the thought of Niannian, Cheng Qingyao was a little unstable. She didn't spend much time with her. She couldn't help answering the phone and asked Mo Li to stop first. Mo Li is stuck in the most critical moment. It's really hard to spray or not.

However, if his wife has orders, he will stop!

Bury it in her body, lie on her body, gently uncover the sweaty tape, reach for a cotton swab to help her clean up, and eavesdrop on her phone. Mo Jianling's voice was even more excited than him. As soon as he opened his mouth, he said, "honey, daughter-in-law, that silly boy of my family has seriously proposed to you?"

Don't leave your mouth flat. Is this still your father? What is baby daughter-in-law? What do you mean his stupid boy? Differential treatment, stepfather is not as good as!

Cheng Qingyao smiled, his mood was difficult to stabilize for a moment, and his breath was still a little panting: "Dad's news is really smart. I said I'd go to the hospital and tell you myself later!"

"The boy finally opened his mind. If she wants to open her mind early, how can there be so many things?" Mo Jianling was happy. She was very happy. She didn't recognize her asthma. Mo Li deliberately slowly fluctuated his waist like a bad revenge. He didn't top anything but her sensitivity.

She was embarrassed. She couldn't help but bite her lips and stare at him. However, in this case, there is only ecstasy. There is no anger. The eyes stare like an aphrodisiac. Mo Li suddenly Hi, grabbed the phone and said in a hurry: "I'm busy. I don't have time to chat. I'll see you in the hospital later."

Then, hang up the phone and go crazy again. Cheng Qingyao's happy chant overflows uncontrollably.

Mo Jianling didn't hear it, but he understood the scenery at this moment for a second. He was embarrassed and felt good. He smiled and muttered: "we came together, and finally we came together. This time, we can die in peace."

In a good mood, he went in and took a kiss from Niannian who was playing, and then took a kiss from Yao Yao: "in the future, you will be real brothers and sisters. You should love each other and support each other to support the Mo family together and make the Mo family incense strong."

Niannian was busy assembling the train. She didn't have time to tell him such a big truth. She raised her right hand, made an OK gesture, and then played again. But it was the rules of Yao Yao sect. He answered Mo Jianling very seriously: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will take good care of my sister and won't let others bully my sister."

"Good, good!" Mo Jianling smiled and touched Yao Yao's head. He turned and sat next to Mo Qinglian. He had been carving the wood in his hand. At first he thought he was carving a bookmark. Now it seems that it's not a bookmark, but a hairpin. The carving is very delicate, even complex. The patterns on the top and wooden tassels are unique and beautiful.

"For Yao Yao?" Mo Jianling looked at his hand. There was a cocoon ground by a carving knife on his finger, but there was no wound, so his hands-on skills were beyond ordinary people. It is estimated that it is his genetic inheritance. Niannian's hands are very strong, and Yao's hands are also very strong.

Mo Qinglian lowered his head as if there were no one else, but he was particularly sensitive to the words Yao Yao. He said well, and then said intermittently: "Yao Yao... Fairy... Wear this... Hair..."

Mo Jianling understands. In his heart, Cheng Qingyao looks like a fairy with floating sleeves and long hair. Only this exquisite hairpin can match her.

Mo Jianling patted him on the shoulder: "Dad is old and wants you to leave first. After Dad leaves, Yaoyao will take care of you and take good care of you. As soon as Yaoyao comes back, I'll end my worries one by one. It's good."

Mo Qinglian didn't understand, ignored him, but said: "Grandpa, when my uncle is old, Mommy must be old. Where can I take care of my uncle? So, you should be smart to flatter me and my brother. At that time, my brother and I were young and had the strength to take care of my uncle."

Mo Jianling was so happy that he laughed and burst into tears: "well, please flatter my little Niannian and let my little Niannian feed my uncle."

Seeing Mo Jianling crying, Mo yuanyao got up from the ground, took the paper towel and wiped his tears: "Grandpa, don't worry, I'm a man's sweat, I'll take good care of them. Uncle is easy to raise, and I'll raise him well. Grandpa, don't worry, don't cry!"

Mo Jianling didn't cry at all, but when he said this, his tears couldn't stop. He held Mo yuanyao full of tears, and his lips trembled. He wanted to say something. Finally, he didn't say anything. He just said, "good boy, good boy, I'm satisfied with your heart."

Ward, love is deep and rainy.

The villa was under constant fire.

Duanmuyun was so angry that she dropped her mobile phone: "Damn it, if the tiger doesn't get angry, I'll be regarded as a sick cat. One or two don't pay attention to me. Am I still the mistress of the family? Or the mother of these smelly boys? Without me, they all jump out of the stone? Xin'er, go back first. I'll give you an explanation about this. I don't believe it. I can't get an identity for Yao Yao..."