Young Master Mo’s Gentle Kiss: Wife, Won’t You Accept It? - Chapter 122
Chapter 122 Don’t mind nausea and feed you
Chi Huan didn’t want to talk to him, didn’t want to talk to him, and looked angry at him.
She got up, didn’t look at him, got up and left after going around him.
However, before he passed him, the arm was pulled by the man, and then he was immediately taken into his arms.
She struggled, but the man encircled her waist from behind, confined her in his arms, and his low and deep voice sounded over his head, “So, are you making a tantrum with me?”
She was upset, “You let me go!”
How could Mo Shiqian let her let go, sat down unhurriedly, and hugged her on her lap, “Come on, make it clear, what’s your temper?”
What is her temper?
I don’t know what bad things I have done?
She is not as natural as a professional actor.
Chi Huan hadn’t felt angry before, or didn’t realize that he was angry.
At this moment, I felt vain that I was so angry that my fingers were trembling, especially when I was still held in his arms like this, staring and screaming in annoyance, “You let me go!”
The man’s arm remained motionless.
Chi Huan was so calm and indifferent that he looked at her as if he was looking at a little woman with a temper, and his hair was blown up, “Do you understand human speech?”
The man stared at her with dark eyes and asked faintly, “You quarreled with your dad, anger me?”
Chi Huan usually has a little temperament as an eldest lady and a little woman, but they are not big.
Such an angry look is not common.
“I didn’t lose my temper. Take your hand away from me!”
What she said he didn’t mean to let go, Chi Huan struggled instinctively, and even wanted to get out of his arms.
A woman’s body is inherently soft, and the room maintains the most comfortable temperature, so she doesn’t wear much, let alone Chi Huan sitting on him now, and the twisting body rubs him without any reason…
After rubbing it back and forth several times, I quickly got a response.
Chi Huan suddenly felt that a pretty face turned from red to black, and from black to red. She couldn’t believe that he could still…
He pressed her on the bed last night and didn’t know how many times he did it. Today, he asked her roughly once in the cloakroom at noon.
The man’s lower body was “high-spirited”, his handsome face was still calm and indifferent, but his low voice was so hoarse that it leaked his patience, and his eyes stared at her, “You continue to twist, you can only wait until I want to eat Finished.”
What does this food stand for… It goes without saying.
Chi Huan’s face was red and white, but he really didn’t dare to move anymore, his face was so red that he could bleed, but he was extraordinarily charming and charming.
She looked up at the man’s handsome face, bit her lip and asked, “You are thinking about these things all over your head, is it because she didn’t satisfy you when you were with Liang Manyue, and I made you happy, so Are you with me and treat me well?”
Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes to look at her, his thin lips pursed with a faint smile.
Seeing the man not speaking, she frowned, “Talking, dumb?”
He nodded slightly, “Well, she did not satisfy me.”
Chi Huan bit her lip again and said nothing.
The man’s tone did not change, and he followed, “You really make me happy.”
Chi Huan’s expression continued to fade.
His two thin lips have a shallow arc, and there is a thin layer of laziness in his voice, “However, it is a bit wrong to say that I am full of these things?”
She lowered her head, quickly glanced at the man’s eye-catching protrusion, and said with a sullen face, “Wrong? You first… get this thing off!”
Here, she felt her unspeakable heartbeat speeding up at a glance, and she didn’t know how to put it all over her body.
Mo Shiqian stared at her face that seemed to be so hot as to be hot, and smiled faintly, “I can’t let it go down.”
“you……”
He bowed his head and approached her a few inches, his lips sprayed into her ears, and even his voice had the illusion of bewitching, “You can get it down, you come.”
Chi Huan blurted out without passing through his brain, “I hurt my hand like this, what do you want me to do?”
Mo Shiqian raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, and his eyes fell on her flushing face without making a sound.
Chi Huan felt that he was staring at her lips, maybe he was staring at her lips.
Her voice suddenly sharpened, “Mo Shiqian, don’t even think about it, you are disgusting!”
If her hand can be used, she will pat it off!
“I’m sick? What did I say?” He looked at her funny, “Chi Huan, what’s in your mind?”
Chi Huan, “…”
She rolled her face, wanted to get off him but didn’t dared to twist it anymore, and she found that the man was not obedient at all in private, and he was too domineering.
It happened that Li’s mother knocked at the door with food.
Chi Huan immediately turned around and said annoyed, “You still don’t let me go.”
Mo Shiqian put his arm around her waist and said plainly, “Come in.”
Ma Li walked in with the food, and she saw them “sit together” at a glance, but after noon, she was no stranger to it, but she couldn’t hold back her head and laughed, put the food down and went out immediately.
The man was holding the soup and glanced at her lightly, “Stop making trouble, finish the meal.”
Is she making trouble?
“If you don’t eat or eat, I just don’t eat. You don’t understand if I say it several times?”
Chi Huan felt that she was like a few years old now, very naive, but she just couldn’t control it.
Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes and looked at her for a few seconds, then put down the soup bowl in his hand again. The strength was not heavy, but it was a cold aura, “Chi Huan.”
He squinted his eyes and spit out her name calmly, “I don’t know what you’re doing, and I don’t know what you are making. You can tell me directly what makes you lose your temper, or you just open your mouth and eat dinner. Finish, otherwise, I don’t mind really disgusting to feed you this meal.”
My heart’s grievances overflowed like a rising tide, and my eyes seemed to be foggy.
The man raised his hand and supported half of her face with one hand, still slowing down his voice a bit, “What the **** is losing your temper, eh?”
She bit her lip harder and harder, “Can’t you forget Liang Manyue?”
He said faintly, “No.”
“You are lying.”
The man lowered his eyes to look at her, “Really.”
She lowered her voice, “Maybe you can’t forget, but you don’t know it, or don’t admit it in your heart.”
Mo Shiqian looked at her annoyed look and smiled, “Chi Huan, I know better than you what a man can’t forget what a woman looks like—either he never mentions it, or he has never loved him before, or grabs it. Come back at all costs.”
Chi Huan was startled, with an illusion that when he said the last sentence, there was a layer of invisible coldness in his eyes.
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