Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss
Chapter 820： "Well, have you started falling in love with me again?"
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The man kissed her cheek and kissed her ear again, "Baby, what I want will fight for plunder, and what I don't want to do, no one can force me, no matter if you want to rush The excuse for me to leave, this matter you care about is not worth mentioning to me, let alone months or years, even if it has been so after, it is not worth mentioning. "
The voice was low, a little dumb, and there was an indescribable taste that made the nerve endings trembled by his breath slightly shuddering.
She heard her stiff voice, "Your ability to talk love has increased."
He still kissed her softly, with a low smile in his throat. "To be honest, is it a romance?" The man teased her thin red ears, "I don't bother to take some flashy false words Come to lie to a woman, or do you want me to learn from you, suffocating too much, basically rippling in my heart, and showing a stubborn look on my face? "
"..."
Wen Ye was itchy by his breath, and these words were too dumb and too close to set off a shudder in her heart. She was held by him, her fingers had unconsciously tightened his clothes, "I only No, Mr. Mo, you are always so passionate about yourself. Would you like to see if the doctor has any mental illness? It was because you were entangled that I was reluctant to be with you. If it is not possible, you still think I will be right at you. Passionate? "
Her words seemed indifferent, but her ears were reddened, and her tone did not know why she was not under her control. How she listened was a coquettish and arrogant tone. It was more like a woman facing a man than being indifferent. Coquettish.
So Mo Shichen smiled proudly again, and didn't hide it, and all who laughed buried her face in her shoulders.
"..."
Wen Yan was going to be ashamed and angry again by this bastard, wanting to open his arms to leave his arms, and want to smash his head with a pillow, and in the end he still held an expressionless face, cold and unconvinced. Looking at him.
Mo Shichen laughed. She didn't care about her expression, she just blew a breath into her cochlea, her magnetic voice was very sexy. "Baby, you are so calm and cute than you are. . "
This man was born with a strong heart. A relaxed and calm tone seemed to be her shy tone, referring to the deer's kung fu innocence. She was shameless. She really wanted to ...
"Do you have no idea at all? Are you really going to nest in my apartment?"
The man raised his eyebrows and said casually, "It ’s a little far away from me to get back and forth between the company, and you ’re not bad here, just ... Although we still have room for two people and one dog, if we need a servant, or in the future ... … It ’s a little bit small with a child, but it ’s also very easy to solve. I asked Kangding to look for a nearby house. Big deal, let ’s change to a bigger one. Do you still like an apartment or buy a detached house with a yard? "
"Forget it," she seemed to make a compromise to change her mind for a while. She might have planned it subconsciously, and her voice was lowered. "Let's move back to the manor, I kind of like Su's mother, and the place is big and convenient Eleven runs everywhere. "
His eyes looked at her face quite seriously. "Are you willing to go back?" He smiled quietly for a moment, "If you don't want to, this is not a big deal, I don't want you to be unhappy with me . "
Is this man addicted to romance today?
The more she pulled her face, "I said that you are becoming more passionate about yourself. I didn't want to go back because I didn't want to live with you so quickly. You ran here and stayed with me. Is there any difference from going back to live in the manor? "
"..."
Oh, it really seems like that.
What she refused was to live with him, and then he moved directly with the things.
She was okay, but was a little angry, so he slaved him for a while.
But he was very calm, so that he could cook and cook, and the cooking skills rose, she threw the housework to him, not even the part-time job, and he also handled everything in an orderly manner, not hurriedly or impatiently. Annoyed, it seems that doing this is justified.
What's so interesting about this slave? The fists were hit into the cotton.
But again ... it was a bit interesting.
She used to like him to be handsome and elegant, it was a high-minded and calm manner.
Now ... she slowly felt a little bit. He really treated her well, was very pampering, and was very accommodating, as if he took it for granted. He had a bad temper. She had no doubt if she insisted on leaving him. Most of the time he was going to do something desperate.
But it also seems that, except for this matter, how can she be too wild, even the more so, the more she can feel the intangible body, but she is clearly petting, although she has cultivated her temperament for years That's rarely the case.
Sometimes he even felt that he liked her to be "excessive" to him.
Is it love?
It should be, at least shallow.
What about herself?
In fact, she can't tell whether she is compromising under her own weakness—she ca n’t fight him, and she does n’t want to involve others in fighting him. You ’ve been immersed for many years. It ’s her instinct to weigh the pros and cons. Years ago all women who wanted to make way for love and hate.
Or, those loves that have flowed for too long in the years, actually never passed away, but she did n’t admit it and did n’t want to see them, so they precipitated like quicksand like the bottom of the river, but stirred again and again gradually Floated up.
Her heart built the city wall, which he unloaded either strong or gentle, and then unloaded a little, a little less, until it gradually became a ruined wall.
"Okay," he whispered, his face clinging to her cheeks, and his tone was coaxing. "Let's go home and live, and I'll arrange someone to come tomorrow."
She hummed softly.
"Well," he lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.
She looked at him, her eyes were staring at him, almost scalded by the darkness and persecution in his deep eyes, and she returned subconsciously a few seconds later, "What's wrong?"
"Did you start falling in love with me again?"
The distance between the body is very close, or there is no distance, it is obviously a cold winter day. I don't know why the temperature of each other is too high, especially his eyes, which makes people have something that they dare not look directly into.
She held her breath, her eyes even panic for a brief moment, wondering how to answer.
"I want you to love me," he said in her ears, soft and murmured like a loved one, and forcefully determined, "I want you to come back to me, you want me to love me, just love me, like That was when I loved me the most. "
The man kissed her cheek and kissed her ear again, "Baby, what I want will fight for plunder, and what I don't want to do, no one can force me, no matter if you want to rush The excuse for me to leave, this matter you care about is not worth mentioning to me, let alone months or years, even if it has been so after, it is not worth mentioning. "
The voice was low, a little dumb, and there was an indescribable taste that made the nerve endings trembled by his breath slightly shuddering.
She heard her stiff voice, "Your ability to talk love has increased."
He still kissed her softly, with a low smile in his throat. "To be honest, is it a romance?" The man teased her thin red ears, "I don't bother to take some flashy false words Come to lie to a woman, or do you want me to learn from you, suffocating too much, basically rippling in my heart, and showing a stubborn look on my face? "
"..."
Wen Ye was itchy by his breath, and these words were too dumb and too close to set off a shudder in her heart. She was held by him, her fingers had unconsciously tightened his clothes, "I only No, Mr. Mo, you are always so passionate about yourself. Would you like to see if the doctor has any mental illness? It was because you were entangled that I was reluctant to be with you. If it is not possible, you still think I will be right at you. Passionate? "
Her words seemed indifferent, but her ears were reddened, and her tone did not know why she was not under her control. How she listened was a coquettish and arrogant tone. It was more like a woman facing a man than being indifferent. Coquettish.
So Mo Shichen smiled proudly again, and didn't hide it, and all who laughed buried her face in her shoulders.
"..."
Wen Yan was going to be ashamed and angry again by this bastard, wanting to open his arms to leave his arms, and want to smash his head with a pillow, and in the end he still held an expressionless face, cold and unconvinced. Looking at him.
Mo Shichen laughed. She didn't care about her expression, she just blew a breath into her cochlea, her magnetic voice was very sexy. "Baby, you are so calm and cute than you are. . "
This man was born with a strong heart. A relaxed and calm tone seemed to be her shy tone, referring to the deer's kung fu innocence. She was shameless. She really wanted to ...
"Do you have no idea at all? Are you really going to nest in my apartment?"
The man raised his eyebrows and said casually, "It ’s a little far away from me to get back and forth between the company, and you ’re not bad here, just ... Although we still have room for two people and one dog, if we need a servant, or in the future ... … It ’s a little bit small with a child, but it ’s also very easy to solve. I asked Kangding to look for a nearby house. Big deal, let ’s change to a bigger one. Do you still like an apartment or buy a detached house with a yard? "
"Forget it," she seemed to make a compromise to change her mind for a while. She might have planned it subconsciously, and her voice was lowered. "Let's move back to the manor, I kind of like Su's mother, and the place is big and convenient Eleven runs everywhere. "
His eyes looked at her face quite seriously. "Are you willing to go back?" He smiled quietly for a moment, "If you don't want to, this is not a big deal, I don't want you to be unhappy with me . "
Is this man addicted to romance today?
The more she pulled her face, "I said that you are becoming more passionate about yourself. I didn't want to go back because I didn't want to live with you so quickly. You ran here and stayed with me. Is there any difference from going back to live in the manor? "
"..."
Oh, it really seems like that.
What she refused was to live with him, and then he moved directly with the things.
She was okay, but was a little angry, so he slaved him for a while.
But he was very calm, so that he could cook and cook, and the cooking skills rose, she threw the housework to him, not even the part-time job, and he also handled everything in an orderly manner, not hurriedly or impatiently. Annoyed, it seems that doing this is justified.
What's so interesting about this slave? The fists were hit into the cotton.
But again ... it was a bit interesting.
She used to like him to be handsome and elegant, it was a high-minded and calm manner.
Now ... she slowly felt a little bit. He really treated her well, was very pampering, and was very accommodating, as if he took it for granted. He had a bad temper. She had no doubt if she insisted on leaving him. Most of the time he was going to do something desperate.
But it also seems that, except for this matter, how can she be too wild, even the more so, the more she can feel the intangible body, but she is clearly petting, although she has cultivated her temperament for years That's rarely the case.
Sometimes he even felt that he liked her to be "excessive" to him.
Is it love?
It should be, at least shallow.
What about herself?
In fact, she can't tell whether she is compromising under her own weakness—she ca n’t fight him, and she does n’t want to involve others in fighting him. You ’ve been immersed for many years. It ’s her instinct to weigh the pros and cons. Years ago all women who wanted to make way for love and hate.
Or, those loves that have flowed for too long in the years, actually never passed away, but she did n’t admit it and did n’t want to see them, so they precipitated like quicksand like the bottom of the river, but stirred again and again gradually Floated up.
Her heart built the city wall, which he unloaded either strong or gentle, and then unloaded a little, a little less, until it gradually became a ruined wall.
"Okay," he whispered, his face clinging to her cheeks, and his tone was coaxing. "Let's go home and live, and I'll arrange someone to come tomorrow."
She hummed softly.
"Well," he lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.
She looked at him, her eyes were staring at him, almost scalded by the darkness and persecution in his deep eyes, and she returned subconsciously a few seconds later, "What's wrong?"
"Did you start falling in love with me again?"
The distance between the body is very close, or there is no distance, it is obviously a cold winter day. I don't know why the temperature of each other is too high, especially his eyes, which makes people have something that they dare not look directly into.
She held her breath, her eyes even panic for a brief moment, wondering how to answer.
"I want you to love me," he said in her ears, soft and murmured like a loved one, and forcefully determined, "I want you to come back to me, you want me to love me, just love me, like That was when I loved me the most. "