Wen Nuan shook the goosebumps on his body. Ye Feimo looked at her with an unusually innocent smile and said, "Wife, what's wrong with you?"
"Have you ever seen Mo Yao's naked body? It's so exciting to say it so vividly..." Wen Nuan seemed to be trying to find an adjective to describe her feeling, but couldn't find a good adjective. Ye Fei
Mo said seriously, "Honey, my loyalty to you is undeniable. In fact, it's so easy to be lively and sexy. Just look at my figure and introduce it. It's accurate."
Warmth is called waterfall sweat. Can you be more shameless and narcissistic?
Thinking of his description just now, she felt a little thirsty, and she felt proudly... "I feel like you are a narcissist. What's even more funny is, I think what you said is true.
All correct."
Ye Feimo laughed loudly. It is something for a man to be proud of when his woman praises him for his good figure.
Wen Nuan smiled and said, "Hey, I am pregnant with a baby, and suddenly I heard such words. I feel that my husband is not good at this. It really makes me worried..."
Ye Feimo "..."
…
Mo Xiaobai's eyes really widened the moment the boss came out. The weather was hot. Mo Yao had taken a shower. There was still a bandage on the wound. He had no shirt and white trousers underneath. His hair was still dripping. On his side
Wiping his hair, he raised his hands and the muscles between his arms drew beautiful arcs. He was not that kind of muscular man. His slightly bulging chest muscles and abdominal muscles had a strong and muscular look, as if he was full of strength. This is a kind of beauty.
A beauty that all men would appreciate. The water droplets kept sliding down the water muscles, and the crystal clear color seemed like a gem rolling down from the body and slowly hiding in his trousers. He suddenly felt the desire to continue looking at it. The slender and delicate body
Neck, beautiful collarbone, toned body, long straight legs, Ye Feimo was absolutely right, the boss is one of those rare men who stands up like a spear, as straight as a spear.
Mo Xiaobai was dumbfounded. Ye Feimo was describing the boss's body in his ear, but such a vivid scene appeared in front of him, as if Mo Yao had walked out of his description. For a moment, Mo Xiaobai
Bai felt his heart beat several times faster and began to vibrate violently.
Mo Yao frowned, "Who are you calling?"
His voice was like a ray of ice, accurately shooting into his heart, instantly lowering his fever. His eyes tightened, he cursed Ye Feimo, almost subconsciously hung up the phone and almost threw it away.
It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing...
It was so fucking embarrassing that he was fascinated by the boss's body.
He uncomfortably avoided Mo Yao's sight. This was really a strange experience. A man told you that another man liked him, and you still asked him to conquer this man, giving him both psychological and physical stimulation.
But this man happened to appear in his field of vision appropriately.
Mo Xiaobai felt that he was really crazy.
His ears were burning and so red that he almost didn't dare to look at Mo Yao's eyes, let alone Mo Yao's body, but Ye Feimo's description stimulated his senses like magic.
This was an embarrassing torture for Mo Xiaobai.
The double physical and psychological torture made him feel helpless and he didn't know how to face his boss.
It was as if someone was injecting heat into his body. Mo Xiaobai wailed, little cousin, I hate you ah ah ah ah, are you going to torture me?????? He regretted it, and he really shouldn't have provoked Ye Feimo.
of.
I regret that my intestines are green.
Mo Yao sat on the bed, and he could clearly feel the scent of sandalwood on his body. This was the scent of his usual shower gel. The sandalwood had a refreshing scent, which was very similar to the scent on his body. Mo Xiaobai discovered that,
He almost wanted to escape from this bed.
But escaping from this bed at this moment seemed to make him look even more embarrassed.
He couldn't be so embarrassed in front of the boss.
Mo Yao untied his gauze and took the potion on the side to apply the medicine. Mo Xiaobai glanced at it, and his face suddenly became angry. His entire chest was open, and the traces of bullet holes were torn several times, some of which were large.
, is slowly healing, and the scars have a hint of dark red color. His chest muscles are slightly swollen, with full strength and beauty in the ups and downs, and the light-colored small dogwood on his chest seems to be particularly cute.
Ahhhh, bah bah bah!!!! Mo Xiaobai, you bastard, what are you thinking about? That’s your brother!
Mo Xiaobai felt very uncomfortable. There seemed to be a voice behind him that was mocking him, mocking his inaccurate words, and mocking his self-deception. He didn't seem to know what the voice was still mocking. He just felt uncomfortable physically and mentally. He hurriedly
, looked away almost in embarrassment, not daring to look at Mo Yao. Something about that toned body seemed to be invading his sight, and he was afraid of this feeling.
He didn't feel anything before, but after this phone call, it seemed that someone had put a layer of physical and psychological shackles on him. While Mo Xiaobai was angry, he couldn't help but think, if this man is not his brother, he is not his brother...
What will happen?
So what? Mo Xiaobai's mind was in a mess. He made an action that even he thought was idiotic. He suddenly lay down and lifted the quilt to cover himself, covering his face.
Mo Yao glanced at him in surprise and saw a bulge on the bed. He wondered doubtfully, which bastard stimulated Xiaobai?
How many years has it been since he behaved so childishly?
Mo Xiaobai has a habit of hiding himself in the quilt when he encounters a problem that he cannot understand. It should be said that it is in the dark. It seems that darkness can make him think, but the confusion brought by the darkness at this moment almost makes Mo Xiaobai feel ashamed.
collapse.
They slept in the same bed for several days, and he felt that the quilt was full of the smell of the boss, as if it was everywhere, entangling him and surrounding him, making him suffocated. He rejected such a smell, but sniffed it greedily.
…
He felt like he was going crazy.
"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?" Mo Yao asked. He couldn't help but raise his head and pat the bulging object. Mo Xiaobai twisted in the quilt and muttered, "Leave me alone."
Mo Yao frowned, Mo Xiaobai's shame made him almost bite his tongue and commit suicide... Heat was the only feeling he felt, his ears and neck seemed to be burning, and the blood all over his body couldn't wait to rush to one place fiercely.
