Master Mo's beloved wife

"Dong!"

Shi Wei beside him was knocked down by Mo QingHan.

"Go away! If you still want a family company, it will disappear right in front of me! "

His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were full of anger.

Shiwei climbed out of bed in embarrassment, like a dog in a mess, lowered his head in front of Mo QingHan.

"Light cold, you listen to me to explain, I..." he tried to grasp ink light cold trouser legs.

"Go away!"

Mo Qingbing's cold and icy eyes were directly projected on him.

Shi Wei was shocked, hung his head and crawled out of the room.

Mo QingHan's eyes fell on Qin Xiaolou, who was already confused on the bed.

White face was transpiration into pink, eyebrows tightly wrinkled, hands stained with blood spots.

He hurried forward, grabbed her hand, opened her palm, it was a piece of blood, her nails were still stained with dry and then wet blood.

Ink light cold eyes a deep, hidden some invisible mood.

Qin Xiaolou frowned painfully, and his reason could resist the lust.

"Xiaolou!" He came forward to check on her.

Is he here?

Qin Xiaolou couldn't tell whether the dream was real or not, but his heart suddenly relaxed, and there were tears in the corner of his eyes.

Here he comes.

The quiet room is filled with the smell of the night, and the faint smell of grass, mixed with deep blue perfume.

She can't help but grasp his hand, the whole person seems to find the fulcrum, once into the embrace of Mo QingHan, holding him tightly.

Mo QingHan was stunned. When she was stunned, her lips stuck to her. She looked like a desert traveler who was eager to find water. At last, she saw the shadow of the oasis. She grasped it, but she didn't want to let go.

He was still standing in the same place as a gentleman, still without any movement on his hand, but his brow was more and more heavy.

Finally, he impatiently grabbed the body, "Qin Xiaolou, you sober up, see who I am!"

Qin Xiaolou finally put his eyes on Mo QingHan's body. His black and white eyes were misty but stubborn.

It's like the agate washed after the rain, showing black and pure light.

He was stunned in the same place, but his hand stopped.

"Who am I?" He asked, hiding a trace of urgency.

Qin Xiaolou shakes his head. He only wants to drill into Mo QingHan's arms, which makes him unconsciously associate with some kind of fluffy animal.

He has always been a nuisance, but today I don't know why he can't.

"Who am I?" He still asked obstinately, holding Qin Xiaolou's shoulder tightly.

She was caught in pain, frowned and looked at Mo QingHan vaguely, "aren't you that... That?"

"Who is it?" He asked.

Qin Xiaolou tilted his head and suddenly burst out laughing with a naive smile, "brother QingHan, I know it's you."

In the half cover of the night, his heart seems to be in this moment, also with the general night, hazy, with a small touch.

His lips kiss Qin Xiaolou's chattering mouth, gently, with the meaning of inseparable.

Although the time and the place were obviously inappropriate, he did so, not controlled by his brain, just thinking.

On the other side, Mo XiuXiu stays in Mo Mu's room.

"Do you think cousin Shiwei can really succeed?" Mo XiuXiu is a little worried and entangles with each other tightly.

Mo Mu's mouth showed a proud smile, "don't worry, I've said hello to all the servants at home, there will be no problem.

Silly child, Qin Xiaolou will fall into our hands at that time. Do you think it's not easy?

This little cheap hoof dares to threaten you... I want her to know the end. "

"But dad is there..."

"XiuXiu, you don't have to worry about this." Mo Mu paused

"Well behaved, go to sleep first, you just need to be a princess of Mohism, no one can bully you."

"Yes." Mo XiuXiu nodded hesitantly and turned to go out.

If Mo Fu knew that Qin Xiaolou already knew what happened in those years, how could he keep her?

Now marrying Shiwei is just the best way to control her.

Mo Mu got up and wanted to see the movement.

Outside Qin's small building.

The panting of men and women clearly spread to Mo Mu's ears.

She took a deep look at him and said, "Shiwei, what else can he say? It's the same without giving him a woman!"

She only stayed for the next day to make the matter known to the public. When the time came, raw rice would be cooked, and she could not tolerate it.

That night.

It is destined to be a sleepy night. In the cold and luxurious villa of Mohist school, the sleeping people are looking forward to the same dawn with their hearts.

The darkness outside the window was gradually replaced by the dawn.

The darkness mingled with the white light and became a chaotic gray.

Qin Xiaolou opened her eyes slightly, and her whole body came to her with a general pain.

Memories of last night poured into my mind.

Her whole body was stiff, her heart sank suddenly, her hand felt in the dark disorderly, her hand touched the warm body beside her, like an electric shock, and she quickly drew back.

As soon as she lifted the quilt, her beautiful face, which was light and cold in ink, and her figure, which was as thin as a male model, came into view, and her eyes went down

It's ink light cold!

"Am I in good shape?" With eyes closed, Mo QingHan opens his mouth slowly, and there is a lazy sexy in his voice.

He was awake.

She blushed and breathed a sigh of relief. As a thief, she quickly covered the quilt and hid herself in the quilt, pretending to know nothing.

"If you can't see enough, you can open it again. I won't stop you." Mo light cold is teasing to say in her ear.

Qin Xiaolou's face is more red. What's wrong with him? How can he say such words?

Her head slowly shrank into the quilt.

Ink light cold see lip a hook, "after this village can't this shop, you think clearly."

"Who's going to think about it?"

Qin Xiaolou retorted angrily. Just now, she just stayed one more second, but... Mo QingHan's figure is really impeccable.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

A sudden knock on the door broke her thinking.

Qin Xiaolou panicked and went down to bed. She took a look around. Her room was originally rebuilt by a servant's room, and there was no place to hide.

Mo QingHan lies on the bed in his spare time and looks at her worried appearance.

"You still laugh!"

Qin Xiaolou pulls up Mo QingHan in a hurry, like a headless fly. He is still worried at the bottom of his heart. If he is found by them, he is afraid that he will not know how to die?