Master Mo's beloved wife

Mo light cold face expressionless came in, open to the point and said, "this thing is not you do?"

"Oh?" Mo Fu picked to pick eyebrow, "don't know what thing you say?"

"Pa!"

Mo QingHan pats the newspaper on his father's desk and looks directly at him

"Some people in the market maliciously buy the shares of dingyang, but behind it is just a small company that has not been established for a long time. I wonder who can force Ye Fu to jump off the building?"

"But what does it have to do with me to be the king and defeat the enemy?" Mo said quietly.

"When you sent Bai Anna to steal the plan, you had planned to lead Ye's family into the Bureau. This time, you knew there was something wrong with the plan, and deliberately let Bai Anna steal the evaluation report."

Mo QingHan tried to suppress the rising anger and said calmly.

His father kept saying that the Ye family is a family friend, but he didn't expect to turn over. Even he felt strange!

"Light cold, what's the good for Mohist?"

"That's the question I should ask you. What's the good for Mohist?" Mo QingHan asked in a deep voice:

"You're trying to push Mohist into the fire pit for Mohist's sake."

"Enough!" A little impatience appeared on Mo Fu's face

"I don't need you to question what I'm doing. Mo QingHan, don't forget your surname is mo. don't forget who is the owner of this family!"

"Father

"Get out!"

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The door was knocked at random.

Qin Xiaolou saw his familiar face through the cat's eye and stopped breathing.

What is he doing here at this time!

Is it difficult to feel that she has made a face of him today, so she will come back at this time?

She put her hand on the doorknob and hesitated to unlock the door.

Wine comes from the shop.

Qin Xiaolou suddenly looked at the person who fell in her direction.

"Mo QingHan! You... "

The remaining words were directly pressed back by the hot and heavy body in front of them.

His hand directly tightly around her waist, the weight of the whole person on Qin Xiaolou's petite body.

Her breathing was obviously stagnant, and she stepped back, trying to fix the person.

"Mo QingHan, wake up! See clearly that I am... "

Before he finished, his kiss suddenly sealed her lips, and the boiling heat mixed with strong alcohol poured into her lips.

"Well... Ink..."

Mo light cold overbearing locked Qin Xiaolou breathing, let her even a word also said, mixed with male hormone breath, let her whole person soft fall in his arms.

"If I said it had nothing to do with me, would you believe it?" He said in a low voice.

Qin Xiaolou seems to have been shocked in general, frozen in place.

He has always been very overbearing. Is that explaining to her?

When her eyes were sore, all the grievances at the bottom of her heart suddenly came up and rolled in her throat, but she couldn't find a way to vent.

"Mo QingHan, you see clearly, I'm Qin Xiaolou, not your Tong Weiwei!"

Her tears sparkled in the light.

Ink cold eyes no longer Qingming, with some intoxicated color.

He gently kisses her lips, with a touch of provocation.

Kissing her chin, kissing her neck, kissing her clavicle, the depression between the clavicles.

He seems to prefer this bone feeling place, always with gentle strength.

Often people lost in his kiss, lost resistance.

She was in a daze, immersed in the love brought by the man in front of her.

Even though she knew that all this was wrong, she had no room to fight back in front of him, and could only passively bear his almost reckless strength.

In the end, she couldn't even tell if he was drunk or if she was.

When the cool wind came, the cool air dispersed the lust in my heart.

Her whole body hit an excited spirit, push away ink light cold.

"Pa!"

The sound of slapping is especially obvious in the quiet night sky.

Mo QingHan's head turned to one side.

She flashed a trace of anger in her black and white eyes and turned away, but the hand beside her was caught by him.

"You..."

His kiss came domineering, her hands were tightly tied by him, the whole person was forced to embrace his arms, the strength, even the slightest can not move.

Finally, his kiss slowed down, with a little soothing meaning, gently used the lip to kiss her red and swollen lip.

Qin Xiaolou's tight body gradually seemed to be possessed, immersed in the deep kiss.

Late at night.

Qin Xiaolou wakes up in a panic from her sleep. The hot temperature around her reminds her what kind of madness she has just experienced?

Her eyes fell on the side of Mo QingHan, handsome and cold face, less the inhumanity of the day.

When you close your eyes, it's a lot softer, with deep eye sockets and long eyelashes. It's very charming.

He is still sleeping heavily, generally few things can disturb his sleep.

But if he is interrupted, his face will be very ugly, belonging to the kind of people who get up very angry.

So she did not dare to make too much noise, only in such a dark night, quietly looking at his face.

Mo QingHan, in his eyes, what is she?

In addition to being a tool to warm the bed, she also takes the name of his enemy.

He hated her. He really hated her.

She hated him now, but she always threw away her armor in front of him.

Outside the window, the sky seems to be covered with a layer of cloth, foggy, distant neon lights through the glass came in, the cool night wind, blowing the curtains rattling.

She got up and went to the window, which was full of darkness.

Strangely, the darkness seems to be blocked by a layer.

Because... The man behind you?

Ink light cold seems to sleep is not stable, faint to wake up trend.

She was startled. She stood in the same place and didn't know what to do.

"What do you do by the window when you don't sleep?" Mo QingHan looked at her vaguely.

She stood still, her heart beating like a drum

"I... Mo QingHan, you... Will you take my heart for Mo XiuXiu?"

These words have been planted in my heart for a long time. During this period of time, they have taken root and sprouted and grown into a big tree.

Unexpectedly, he just turned over and continued to fall asleep.

With a slight sigh of relief, she climbed up to the bed, lay on his side, put her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

At night, she lost sleep. She didn't go to sleep until dawn broke. When she woke up again, the wall clock pointed to seven impolitely.

Qin Xiaolou quickly got up from the bed. Beside him, Mo QingHan was still asleep.

She dressed quickly and went downstairs to the breakfast shop.

Mo QingHan has always been a person who pursues life, especially for breakfast. Her craftsmanship is just as pure as fire under his devastation.