Sweet wife is too sweet: Mr.Huo, you are so fierce

It seems that an old man once showed such a look when she left... But the picture flashed by. Mo Xiaoman had no time to catch the old figure carefully. Huo Cang was close.

Mo Xiaoman was pulled away by Huo Cang. When she looked back, the door had been closed.

The old man sat alone in the study for a while, got up and took out a document from the safe. It was all the key evidence of Huo Cang's kidnapping that year.

He didn't want his son and grandson to turn against each other. After finding the evidence, he chose to hide it for the first time and said nothing to Huo Cang.

He wanted to destroy these things, thought about it, and put them back.

Out of the study, Yu Zhao's laughter came from the outside. He was stunned and hurried to the window. He saw Mo Xiaoman pushing Yu Zhao on the lawn in the backyard, swinging there.

There are few such laughter here. The maids like Mo Xiaoman, who is approachable, and Yu Zhao, who is cute, sensible and can make people happy, and serve them wholeheartedly.

Uncle Qiu saw the old man and walked behind him. He saw Mo Xiaoman outside along his line of sight. He smiled with emotion and said, "the young master was going to go. The young lady saw the horse farm over there and said she wanted to take Yu Zhao to ride a horse tomorrow, so the young master stayed."

The old man smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum with a wrinkled face. He was satisfied with Mo Xiaoman.

Uncle Qiu is also very satisfied with Mo Xiaoman. Although her image is a big difference from her imagination, she and huocang Yirou Yigang complement each other.

"There's someone around you to take care of you, sir. You don't have to worry that young master Tang can't take good care of your life now?" Qiu Shuxiao said, "you see how fresh the young master is today. I heard from Yu Zhao that the clothes were bought by his wife. The young master won't let others touch them."

The old man laughed: "that unreasonable smelly boy..."

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At night, Yu Zhao lay on Mo Xiaoman's bed and gradually fell asleep in the sound of the story. A maid gently took the little guy away. When she went out, she met Huo Cang who came back. She whispered to the young master and hurried away.

When Mo Xiaoman heard the maid's voice, he saw Huo Cang's tall figure come in and smiled, "are you finished?"

"Yes." Huo Cang came in and stepped on the wool carpet without a sound.

He took off his coat, Mo Xiaoman got up and took it. As soon as he hung his clothes on the clothes rack, a hot chest was pasted on his back.

She trembled and whispered, "it's very late..."

She promised that Qingchen would take Yu Zhao to ride a horse tomorrow. Although it was an excuse for Huo Cang to stay, Yu Zhao was present and naturally took it seriously. If Huo Cang wants to do something, he will toss for a long time. What a shame if he overslept here.

Huo cangmo rubbed her earlobe, whispered, then let go of her and turned into the bathroom.

Mo Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the sound of the water stopped.

Huo Cang, with a bath towel around his waist, came out. There was still water dripping on his undressed hair. Along his angular handsome face, he merged into ambiguous water marks, dripping on his shoulders, flowing through his strong chest, sliding down the tight eight abdominal muscles, and finally immersed in the bath towel.

It's a pity that I didn't appreciate such spring.

Mo Xiaoman, wrapped in a quilt, was about to fall asleep. He vaguely felt Huo Cang coming towards her, and then something dripping on her forehead. The slight coolness immediately dispelled her sleepiness. She opened her eyes and saw Huo Cang's face close at hand. What dripping on her face was the beads of water that had not been wiped dry on his hair.

The lips were soft, and Huo Cang kissed her most.

A kiss that leaves at the touch of peace often seems the same, and it seems that it is different.

She rubbed her eyes, and a few drops of water fell on her face. She vaguely said, "blow dry your hair and then sleep..."

But Huo Cang was about to lie down and didn't listen to her at all. She had to get up, yawn, take out the hair dryer from the bathroom cabinet and look at the naked man on the bed. She was finally conscious.

Rao Shi had done the most intimate things. She still couldn't face his naked body without blushing and gasping. She moved her eyes uneasily and said, "you, get up. I'll help you blow dry your hair before you go to bed. Otherwise, she will have a headache tomorrow. Maybe she will fall into the root of migraine."

Huo Cang's eyes were bright and deep. He asked with interest, "do you really want me to get up?"

Mo Xiaoman didn't know why, so he nodded: "of course, you can sit by the bed..."

As the voice declined, Huo Cang opened the quilt and revealed his body that hadn't been covered under the quilt.

With a bang, a hot air came to his head. Mo Xiaoman immediately blushed and hurriedly took Bo's Nightgown from the cabinet to him. In the whole process, he only dared to stare above his chin and below his eyes. He didn't dare to glance at him for fear of seeing something he shouldn't see.

Huo Cang calmly took over the Nightgown, put it on his body at will and sat down at the edge of the bed.

He likes to see her blush. The more so, the more he wants to bully her. It's best to bully her by constantly calling his name, crying and begging him. He looks at him absently with his eyes full of spring water, and whispers his refusal, but shows an extremely enchanting expression under him again and again, like poppies blooming on the top of the mountain, With the temptation and poison of eroding the bones and burning the heart, I can't quit. I still want to

damn!

Just thinking about it, his self-control disappeared.

The sound of a hair dryer sounded in her ears, and her soft fingers ran through his hair and brought a string of shudders.

There was a burning impulse in all parts of the body. Her soft and fragrant body was close to him, and she stood in front of him. The thin pajamas were like nothing in his eyes. All he saw were her bright red lips, soft waist, and slender and round snow-white legs exposed under her skirt

Mo Xiaoman blew his hair and rolled it up. Her eyes were about to close several times and suddenly opened. It was not easy for the hair between her fingers to be blown dry. As soon as she turned off the switch, she suddenly had more hands around her waist.

Then her hands worked hard, and she fell into Huo Cang's arms. The hair dryer in her hand fell on the carpet and made a dull sound.

There was a flash of lightning in her head, and the sleepy insect had been scared away. She suddenly looked up and ran into Huo Cang's dark eyes.

What does this look mean? She knows better than anyone. Her body suddenly freezes. I hope he can let her go for the sake that she has to get up early and go out tomorrow. In a tone of discussion, she said nervously: "can you... Wait until you go back..."

Huo Cang narrowed his eyes: "which one?"

Feeling the change of his body, Mo Xiaoman hurriedly said, "can you roll the sheets when you go back!"

"Oh, roll the sheets." If she hadn't reminded himself, he would have forgotten that she had set herself up.