Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

Don't pull the blocked speechless, but there are some wrong words.

"By the way, and..." it seemed that he thought of something again. Pei Zhenjiang paused slightly and said, "also, prepare yourself and go on your honeymoon with Yihuan in two days."

"Cough... Cough..." again, Mo Wan coughed violently, and even tears coughed out.

Pei Yijing, who was closest to her, patted her on the back and handed her the water cup. He said faintly, "drink some water."

"Thank you!" he thanked very loudly. Mo Wan didn't look up or look at him, but took up the water cup and drank it.

Liu Rusu, who had never spoken, asked with great interest, "Miss Mo, have you decided where to spend your honeymoon?"

"No..." Mo Wan pulled the corners of his lips extremely unnaturally.

Liu Rusu drank a sip of red wine gracefully: "what do you think of Maldives?"

"Very good!"

"Great!" Liu Rusu smiled and looked forward to it: "can I go with you?"

"Ah?" Mo Wan still hasn't recovered.

Pei Yijing glanced at Liu Rusu reluctantly. He said faintly, "Rusu, don't fool around."

"I'm really not fooling around. I've always wanted to go to Maldives some time ago, but I haven't had time and no one can go together. At present, the work hasn't started. Many people go together and it's lively. What's the meaning of being lonely, Miss Mo, do you mind?"

Mo Wan didn't know how to speak. He could only pull the corners of his mouth and smile, "how can it be?"

"That's a deal! We'll go together in two days!" Liu rushe's beautiful face rose and smiled.

"Oh... OK." Mo Wan replied carelessly. Whether to go on the honeymoon or not is completely unknown. Who knows what will happen then!

Smell speech, Pei Zhenjiang has no words, and the relationship between Yihuan and Mo Wan is indeed stiff enough. It's not a good thing to have two more people. At least Yihuan won't go too far in front of Yijing and Rusu, or embarrass her.

Pei Yifeng shouted discontentedly, "I'm going too!"

Pei Zhenjiang stared at him: "eat your meal. What's the matter with you!"

"Then why can the fourth brother go together?" he felt unwilling.

"Now you can find me the next girlfriend who can be engaged, and I agree to let you go!" Pei Zhenjiang didn't even look at him, but said.

Hearing the speech, Pei Yifeng immediately calmed down, shrugged his shoulders and ate without words.

Time passed quickly. In the twinkling of an eye, night had fallen.

Pushing open the door, Mo Wan walked into the room. This is her second time stepping into Pei Yihuan's room. It is still a sharp contrast between white and black, but it is more luxurious and noble.

"Hoo -" sighed and Mo sat down on the sofa. He was so confused that he couldn't sleep.

Because she doesn't know what will face her soon?

After a long time, she really couldn't hold on. Her eyelids began to sink. She fell on the sofa and breathed steadily.

The night was getting darker and darker, just like the deepest ink. Suddenly, a chaotic sound of footsteps came into her ears. Mo wanmeng, who was still sleeping, sat up and looked up at Pei Yifeng and the housekeeper. Pei Yihuan was walking in with the help of Pei Yifeng and the housekeeper. The strong and pungent smell of wine floated over and made her eyebrows wrinkle.

"When you wake up, the second brother will give it to you. It's really heavy!" Pei Yifeng stretched his shoulder, then deliberately winked at Mo and walked out of the room with the housekeeper.

Mo Wan originally intended to ignore him, but when he thought that it was because of his own things that he became like this, he felt guilty for him.

When she got up, she poured a cup of hot tea and put it on his lips. Pei Yihuan was thirsty at the moment. He opened his thin lips and drank it. After drinking several cups in a row, he began to pull his clothes impatiently.

Seeing this, Mo stretched out his arm and began to help him unbutton his suit. Although he didn't want to, he couldn't ignore it because of his guilt.

At this time, Pei Yihuan frowned and opened his eyes.

But his consciousness seemed to be a little vague. He narrowed his eyes and saw the face of the person in front of him. When his hand moved, Mo's wrist was held by him. He didn't expect him to wake up suddenly, let alone that he would have such a move. She was a little stunned for a moment.

Pei Yihuan's eyes were as cruel as a blade and stared at Mo Wan tightly: "who allowed you to touch me?"

In his words, he exerted a slight force and pulled Mo to himself. The tips of their noses were almost touching each other. Mo swallowed his saliva and stepped back: "let go. I won't touch you. Don't touch."

She almost forgot one thing. The man in front of her will never need guilt. All she has to do is stay away from him and keep the guilt in her heart, otherwise she will ask for trouble!

Squinting his cold eyes and staring at Mo Wan for a while, he snorted coldly, pushed her away and walked to the bed.

Mo Wan stood where he was and watched him stagger forward, pulling his clothes at random.

From the sofa, there were coats, ties and suit pants scattered on the ground. She picked them up one by one and walked to the bedside.

On the bed, Pei Yihuan was asleep with his eyes closed, and a short stubble appeared on his chin, adding a touch of lazy and deadly sexy.

She stood in front of the bed and looked at it for a while. With a faint sigh, she put the clothes she picked up from the ground in the bathroom, then took a plate of water, took a towel and came out.

He began to wipe his face, then his arms, neck, and then his bronze chest.

The warm towel swam slowly on his chest. Mo Wan took a deep breath and held his breath. When she saw that he was still closed, she dared to wipe it gently.

He seemed to vaguely feel the coolness on the hot skin, his irritability gradually dissipated, moved his eyes, but he still didn't open it.

With her hands down, the heat that had just disappeared suddenly came back.

As soon as he turned over, Mo Wan was already pressed under him.

After Mo recovered his God, the whole man was already lying in bed, and Pei Yihuan's face hung on his own face.

In this case, it was the easiest to catch fire. She didn't dare surprise him. She gently pushed his body and wanted to sit up.

But who knows, he moves faster than her, his legs directly across her, extremely overbearing.

Obviously, Pei Yihuan's patience after getting drunk was very bad. He held her hand hard and pressed it on both sides of her body, and his face lingered in front of her chest.

Mo Wan really couldn't stand it. He just felt that he was going crazy. His legs were directly across her stomach, his face was buried in his neck, and the bridge of Junting's nose touched her chin.

What kind of wine is he!