As if seeing what Tan Yutong was thinking, Mo Chongyan bowed his head, gave Tan Yutong a kiss on his lips, and said with a smile:

"you see, you still miss me, don't you?"

Tan Yutong's face blushed. Although he didn't say anything, the blush on his cheek was enough to explain everything, wasn't it?

Besides, she, if calculated carefully, has not had a relationship with anyone for nearly four years.

Before Mo chongchen took her away from here, because she was pregnant, Mo Chongyan endured it all the time and didn't touch her. Later, it was even more so. If you don't want to, it seems to be a bit of self deception, but if you want to, it doesn't seem to be that way.

"Bang -"

it was the sound of the door being taken up. At this time, it was like thunder, bombarding Tan Yutong's heart.

Noticing Tan Yutong's nervousness, Mo Chongyan chuckles.

"What's the matter?"

Tan Yutong looked up at him, gently shook his head, should say: "nothing."

Mo Chongyan is not worried, just holding Tan Yutong, "is it because I haven't contacted for a long time?"

In fact, when Tan Yutong just came back, Mo Chongyan wanted to crush her in her arms to let her know how strong her feelings were. But too many things happened at that time. He knew that Tan Yutong didn't have that idea, so he didn't mention it.

God knows how he got through these days. It's a beautiful woman, but he can't do anything.

It's like when a person is very hungry, he gives you delicious food, but he tells you that you can only watch, smell and not eat.

It's like a thousand ants crawling on your heart. It's painful and itchy, but it can't be grasped or scratched.

Tan Yutong pursed her lips and nodded gently. Although did not speak, but that shy look, has explained everything.

"Wife."

Mo Chongyan called Tan Yutong softly.

Tan Yutong bowed his head, face scarlet, a bit deeper color on.

"Wife."

See Tan Yutong don't agree, Mo Chongyan called again.

Tan Yutong bit his lip and said softly, "well."

Mo Chongyan's lips stirred up a faint smile and called again, "wife!"

Tan Yu Tong eyebrows slightly pick, some displeasure, no good spirit should be a, "what's the matter?"

Mo Chongyan didn't answer, just yelled again.

"Wife."

Tan Yutong is still angry at last. He looks up and just wants to say something. He sees Mo Chongyan's magnified handsome face in front of him.

The softness on the lips is the tenderness that has not been seen for a long time, absorbing little by little.

Tan Yu Tong Leng next, immediately lip angle slightly Yang, close eyes, enjoy this moment of tenderness.

Mo Chongyan sees that Tan Yutong closes his eyes, releases Tan Yutong, bends down, holds him up, walks to the bedside, and then puts him down.

At the moment when Mo Chongyan put him on the bed, Tan Yutong was more nervous than ever before, even more nervous than the first time when they got married.

As if seeing Tan Yutong's nervousness, Mo Chongyan attached himself to her, gave her a kiss on her forehead, and said in a low voice:

"don't be afraid, I will be very gentle."

Tan Yutong was in a panic for a moment, because Mo Chongyan said this. Five years ago, on the night of their wedding, Mo Chongyan said the same thing, but what happened?