Good Morning, Dear

Mo nuoling has left with Mo Qinglian. Only the nurse is taking care of Cheng Qingyao in the ward. Seeing him come in, the nurse said a few words and withdrew from the ward, leaving him drunk to face her.

"How much did you drink?" Cheng Qingyao was a little surprised. He didn't expect him to come back drunk. Since she returned home this time, his drinking capacity has been under control. He is afraid that he will speak the truth after drinking or be disorderly after drinking. When he drinks enough, he will not drink deep. During this time, there are many things, and he doesn't drink at all.

What happened today? How many drinks did you have when you were happy to see your friend?

Cheng Qingyao sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. She raised her hand and caught his extended hand. The palms were close to each other and the warmth passed. There was still a slight sweat on his palm, which must have been caused by excessive alcohol. After he sat down, Cheng Qingyao asked, "how much did you drink? What wine did you drink? White? Red?"

Mo Li was sitting on the edge of the bed facing her. He was as sober as a mirror. The more sober he was, the more uncomfortable he was. He couldn't let her see his discomfort, so he kept giggling and deliberately kissed her heavily, mouth after mouth: "wife, I miss you. Do you miss me? Yes, yes?"

"Yes, yes, I can't sleep if I don't want to eat. Cheng Qingyao can't hide from him. She's like a chicken pecking rice. Her spirit is commendable. A smell of wine also enters her body along her lips, making her drunk. Everyone gets drunk:" well, stop making trouble. Tell me how much you drink? I have to ask them to bring sober soup. "

"Didn't drink much."

"How much did you drink? One jin, two jin? White?"

"White, a catty... And a little red..." Mo Li's drinking capacity is more than a catty. She said she wouldn't believe a catty. But mixed wine gets drunk quickly, and she has no edge: "wife, I'm not drunk, I'm really not drunk, I'm just happy to see you in my heart."

"OK, you're not drunk. Sit down. Don't shake. I'm dizzy. Sit down and I'll let them bring soup."

"Don't drink soup, want to sleep. Wife, let's go to bed." after that, instead of going to bed, he got up and went to the wardrobe, picked up his pajamas and went into the bathroom. He wanted to slow down his mood. Seeing her simple face, he couldn't stop suffering. Cheng dongkun hurt her, and Yang Sha's death hit her hard. AI wanwan hurt her, and the loss of the baby hit her again. Mo Qinglian hurt her, and the chest puncture killed most of her life. In addition, duanmuyun hurt her, Tan Yeying hurt her, he hurt her... The people around her are hurting her, but she trusts them very much. She can't help asking, "Cheng Qingyao, how pathetic you are! Who can you trust?"

best friend!

ha-ha!

best friend!

Heartache filled the air, and the fist hit the wall heavily, making a "Dong" sound. The voice startled Cheng Qingyao outside. She raised her voice and asked nervously, "Mo Li, what's the matter with you? Did you fall?"

"No, I accidentally hit the wall... I'm fine. I'll wash it right away. You wait in bed." Mo Li raised his head, poured hot water on his face, and forcibly suppressed the rolling emotion in his heart. The alcohol in the body was catalyzed by hot water again. Since I was really a little drunk when I went out, my messy footsteps became more and more messy, and my sight became blurred. I could see her leaning against the bed, but I couldn't see her face clearly.

Cheng Qingyao was worried that he would fall down, and she was afraid that she could not help him. They fell into a ball. She didn't dare to go down and make trouble, sat on the bed and waited anxiously. When he came out, he saw that he was more drunk, his steps were all crooked, and he didn't wear a coat. He stumbled towards her naked.

The hair is still dripping!

She sighed. Why didn't she worry? Slide out of bed and slowly go into the bathroom to help him with his bath towel and bathrobe. Mo Li threw himself on the bed and threw himself into the air. He said "eh" in confusion. Where's Yao Yao?

Press on the pillow, empty!

Press on the big bed. It's empty!

The quilt is pressed. It's empty!

"Yao Yao! Yao Yao!" frightened, he quickly squatted down and looked under the bed. He remembered that he was still in bed just now, and the man disappeared in the blink of an eye. It must have fallen, it must have fallen under the bed, the line of sight is blurred, and you can see a black ball at the head of the bed. Feeling that it was her, he tightened his body and climbed inside: "Yaoyao, don't..."

"Mo Li, what are you doing?" Cheng Qingyao wanted to die and ran to find him out. What is he doing? Even if you don't wear clothes, do you want to climb under the bed to sleep? The bath towel was thrown on his head and the bathrobe was put on him: "in this way, how dare you say you're not drunk? What kind of drunk is drunk?"

Mo Li looked at her and felt very strange. He reached out and pinched her face and smiled foolishly: "Yao Yao, you climbed out? Did you climb out so soon? Did you fall somewhere? Let me see."

Then his hands became dishonest, he didn't let her dress, and he tore her sick clothes. He had no other idea. He just wanted to see if she fell. But Cheng Qingyao didn't let him see it. He blocked his hand again and again and told him to stop it again and again.

"Mo Li, I'll be angry if you make trouble again."

"Mo Li, be obedient, wipe your hair and dress."

"Don't leave, take your hand away, take it away, take it away."

"Mo Li, what are you doing? What are you doing with my clothes? Stop, stop..." Mo Li couldn't stop. The more she didn't let him see it, the more she wanted to see it. Her emotion was completely catalyzed by alcohol and her reason was completely lost. She tore her clothes clean from top to bottom without any trace.

As like as two peas!

Two young bodies are naked!

Cheng Qingyao looked silly and saw that he was full of desire: "Mo Li, you, do you want it?"

Moli didn't want to. He just wanted to see. Who knows she's been blocking. He was in a hurry. When he touched his skin and breast, he had a bad intention. Want to see becomes want. It's really want. I can bear it at ordinary times. At present, I can't bear it at all.

Holding her across his legs, there was no foreplay and no moisture. He stood up and entered to the end!

"Ah!" Cheng Qingyao trembled with pain. She hadn't done such a thing for a long time. Now she is weak and has no foreplay stretch. She can't bear his brute force at all. She bit her lip and screamed with pain. Her whole body pulled up and out, trying to escape his rich filling.

He wouldn't let her escape. He pushed her back and stuck her tightly together. A comfortable feeling filled his limbs and bones.

Really, very comfortable.

Unspeakable comfort.

This feeling is only with the people you love most.

This is a warm package, a tight sucking, a full giving, let him know that all his world is her.

He likes this feeling, even greedy for it, and wants to have it all his life. Reason slowly returned with his passion, and the blurred vision gradually became clear. In front of her, she was no longer a fuzzy ball, but a clear facial features.

Her facial features are complex, her eyebrows are painful, her red lips are complaining, her deep eyes are filled with shyness and flowing with thick and gentle love, and she is willing to leave her all to his love. He also lowered his head and kissed his lips, warm and fragrant, just like the most beautiful blooming in the world: "Mo Li, I'll let you eat enough tonight, but slow down, I'm afraid I can't breathe..."