The Young Wife is Pregnant:Pampered and Teased by Young Master Marshall

However, after a moment of silence in the corridor, the next second, the man's magnetic voice suddenly sounded, "why don't you pinch it?"

It's a "boom" again. Metaphor wants to find a crack in the ground.

Her habit of pinching him is almost on-line every minute. She is addicted to pinching him.

But she used to pinch him with only two people, and she never pinched him at the scene of many people.

"I'm hungry." Just want to escape the scene of the metaphor should be a low, want to Mo Jingyao take her away from this land of right and wrong.

"Get down to business before you go to dinner, eh?"

Yuse nodded, "OK."

No matter what Mo Jingyao wants to do, the final result is that he will take her to eat.

So Mo Jingyao went to the stairway with Yu Se in his arms.

Yu family's villa is not a single family villa, and there is no elevator. He can only walk up and down stairs, so whether he wants to or not, he can only pass in front of the four members of Yu family.

And the corridor is so short, three or two steps to the stairway.

Without waiting for Mo Jingyao to speak, Chen Meishu pushed the three people behind him back together, and involuntarily made way for Mo Jingyao.

Since Mo Jingyao came out holding Yu se, she did not dare to come out.

Then, seeing the intimacy between Mo Jingyao and Yu se, she almost stopped breathing.

If she's lost her eyes, the metaphor is really witchcraft.

Metaphor is to use witchcraft to let Mo Jingyao find her. Then, Mo Jingyao, who has been witchcraft, becomes her follower. At this moment, there is only metaphor in his eyes.

But even if Mo Jingyao was identified in this way, she still did not dare to go forward.

He watched Mo Jingyao go downstairs with Yu Se in his arms.

Then he sat on the sofa in the living room.

At this time, the man is one floor lower than their floor, but when he looks up, he gives her the feeling that he is looking down on her.

"Come down."

With this low voice, Chen Meishu finally regained her mind.

Then he covered his stomach and went downstairs.

Behind him, Yu Jing'an, Yu Mo and Yu Yan were naturally deterred by Mo Jingyao's powerful aura and could not help following.

After waiting for several people to come down, Mo Jingyao put Yu se beside him, turned his head and looked at her carefully from beginning to end, "is there anything wrong?"

"No, I'm fine." She suffered a few times in the stomach, she used a little method, now she has no feeling.

"Has anyone touched you anywhere?"

"No, none of us has touched the metaphor, uncle. You don't have to ask the metaphor. I'll tell you."

"Brush", a cold line of sight shot at Chen Mei Shu, and then, he took out his mobile phone and said, "come in."

Mo Jingyao's epilogue just falls, then two people in black quickly flash in, "Mo Shao."

"Tape her mouth." Pointing at Chen Meishu, Mo Jingyao orders coldly.

"No, no, uncle, whether you want to marry Yu Mo or Yu se, I'm your mother-in-law. You can't do this to me. Yu se will hate you." Chen Meishu panics. If her mouth is blocked, how can she talk.

Mo Jingyao didn't even look at her. In his field of vision, Yu se was the only one. Around her waist, her nose was full of elegant fragrance. He asked again, "has anyone touched you?"

He only knows the metaphorical words, and others just tell him to shut up.

"Yes." Metaphor is an honest girl, there is, there is No.

"Who touched the metaphor?"

The living room was quiet again.

In front of the four people, all shaking their heads into a rattle.

Chen Meishu, in particular, shakes the fastest and the happiest.

Because her mouth has been blocked by the man in black.

"Xiao se never talks. That's because you've lied. You've got to kiss me."

Hearing this, the four stopped shaking their heads and looked at Mo Jingyao in panic.

"I didn't touch the metaphor." Yu Mo is the first to speak.

Yu Mo finished, Yu Yan also followed: "I don't have any."

Yu Jing'an didn't say a word, but her eyes fell on Chen Mei Shu.

"Since you don't want to do it yourself, it's OK. Mo Yi Mo Er, you come."

"Yes, Mo Shao."

"Yes."

The two men in black spoke in unison, and then walked to the nearest two people with neat steps, one is Chen Meishu, the other is Yu mo.

"Don't Don't... " Yu Mo shakes his head and is scared.

Chen Mei Shu is panic straight back, but how to retreat can not avoid close to the people in black.

"Don't beat me. I'm your future grandma. Luo Dong has admitted that. The old lady knows that you can't beat me." Yu Mo is flustered. He feels that these two people are like messengers of hell. They can tear her up every minute.So, she insisted that she was the future of Mo Shao granny.

"Oh, which young lady of Mohist school?" Mo Jingyao sneered at the past, his eyes like a knife.

"It's ink Ink... " But Yu Mo looks at Mo Jingyao and can't say his name.

She had a feeling that if she dared to name Mo Jingyao at this time, Mo Jingyao would be able to peel her skin.

As a result, the body trembled, she involuntarily way: "Mohist which young master is good."

"Oh, Miss Yu, I'm sorry, brother of my generation in Mohism, but I have to acquiesce in any marriage. However, in my dictionary of Mo Jingyao, you don't have the possibility of becoming a little grandmother of Mohism, palm mouth."

When Mo Yi and Mo Er heard this, they took another step forward.

On the other hand, Chen Mei Shu's face has been slapped several times, and there are several overlapping five finger mountains.

Yu Mo took a look and panicked, "I'll do it myself." If she was slapped by the man in black in front of her, she would not have to go out for three days.

The face is bound to swell.

"Palm the next face." Mo Jingyao, as a conductor, inadvertently grasped the metaphorical hand.

At this time, yuse's attention is all on the four people in front of him. Therefore, he doesn't find that his little hand is slighted by Mo Jingyao. Looking at Yumo's face, most of the grievances of the night have gone away.

"I'll do it myself. I'll do it myself." Yu Yan looked at this for a long time, and he also learned the way of Yu Mo to palm his own face.

Yu Jingan still doesn't speak.

Mo Jingyao gave a look and the man in black walked over.

Yu Jingan still didn't speak.

As a result, the man in black left and right in Yu Jingan's face printed one after another Wuzhishan.

"Come on, who touched the metaphor?"

"It's my mother. She's the only one. The rest of us just lifted her body and moved her body. No one beat her." Yu Yan has been scared to cry. She slaps her face and cries.

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