"What's going on? Yiting's phone keeps failing." Mo Lin sat at the dining table and looked at the screen of his phone.
Mo Xinnian opened her mouth, and just in time to see her mother coming out with a plate of dishes, she quickly stuffed the chopsticks into her mouth and bit it.
"I came to check," Wu Qiong took the cell phone handed over by her husband, "I don't believe it. He didn't even answer your call. This kid... didn't come home to see us for a week."
"Mom, she will definitely come back, don't worry." Mo Ye said.
Wu Qiong unplugged the number, put it to her ear and said, "If your brother doesn't come back, she will follow suit and do that whenever she has time. She heard that she went to the orphanage today and it's time to come back."
Mo Xinnian put down her chopsticks and scratched the corners of her clothes with both hands. She tightened and opened her mouth, opened and tightened her eyes, and turned her bright eyes around until her face turned red.
"Sister, we haven't started eating yet, please go to the bathroom." Mo Zihao, who was sitting next to her, had been paying attention to Mo Xinnian. This time, he couldn't help but say.
Why is she always hesitant to speak and so anxious and unbearable?
"I don't want to wash my hands." I had already washed them when I came in.
"Then what are you doing moving around?"
"I……"
"Xin Nian, come on, let's eat a chicken leg first." What a good dad. He broke off a roasted chicken leg and put it on the plate in front of his daughter. He smiled slightly and said, "It's time to eat. Eat quickly."
Mo Xinnian grinned, but her eyebrows furrowed. She saw Wu Qiong put her cell phone on the table irritably, and shook her head: "I'm really anxious. Where did Tingting go?"
Mo Xinnian was so worried, anxious, and uncomfortable that she couldn't bear to see her grandma feeling melancholy. She opened her mouth and said, "Auntie..."
"Cough!" Ling Kexin came out with another soup bowl and coughed loudly as if her throat was choked by cigarette smoke.
Mo Xinnian's eyes were filled with panic, and she quickly picked up the chicken leg on the plate and took a bite.
Feeling that she hadn't swallowed the words that came to her lips, she took another bite. This time, her little face bulged, and she blushed and even her eyes became red after swallowing.
Ling Kexin sat down, smiled and patted her back gently, "Baby, eat slowly, don't swallow."
Mo Xinnian's starry eyes flickered, and she looked at her mother with tears filled with resentment... If you asked me not to tell the secret, you might as well let me swallow it to death.
Mo Xinnian had a hard time eating the meal. After finishing the bowl of rice, she quickly ran out of the villa and stood in the yard, breathing heavily.
"Little fool, do you have any secrets hidden in your heart?" Mo Zihao came out with her, and his questions were to the point.
Mo Xinnian shook her hand hurriedly, "No."
Mo Zihao tilted his lips, gave her an "untrustworthy" smile, and crossed his arms, "Girl, don't hide this from me. Your eyes have already betrayed you with your little thoughts."
Mo Xinnian quickly turned away and wiped her eyes with both hands.
"Tell me, what's the secret?" Mo Zihao walked towards her, raised his head, and looked at her condescendingly.
"Mommy won't let me tell you." Mo Xinnian pouted.
"If you don't tell me, you will choke to death. Why don't you give your secret to me? If you feel empty, you don't need to hold it in. I will feel the pain for you."
Mo Xinnian's eyes sparkled when she heard this, like glittering star lips in the sky, "Are you here to keep the secret?"
Okay, then I feel relaxed.
"Of course, you are holding it back and it's so uncomfortable, just spit it out to me."
"Okay." Mo Xinnian smiled.
The night was dark and time passed. Ling Kexin looked at the wall clock and saw that it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and Mo Yiting had not returned to the manor yet. It seemed that she was staying with Qiao Zhenzhong and was reluctant to go home.
"Wife, what are you doing standing in front of the window? Go to bed!" Morye dried her hair, walked over and held her waist.
"Honey, don't worry." Ling Kexin held up his shoulders as he was pressed under her.
More Ye moved his buttocks, leaning against her ambiguously, raising his eyebrows evilly, "Want to play another trick?"
"No, I was thinking..."
"I understand, you have thought about it." Mor Ye gasped and pulled off her belt, leaned over and kissed her slightly open lips, murmuring vaguely, "I also want to..."
Uh, devil, do you think the same as me?
With her mouth sealed, Ling Kexin could not speak. She felt that the man was busy and arbitrarily arrogant on her, so she had no choice but to obey him and wait until he was done with it.
"Ah... Devil, it's over once and for all, come down quickly." After finally waiting for him to vent, Ling Kexin pushed his head and gasped.
Mo Ye slowly raised his head, with a handsome smile on his face, staring at Ling Kexin's blushing face, "I'm not done yet."
"You?" Feeling that something inside her body was slowly growing again, Ling Kexin was angry and helpless, "Why isn't it finished? Come down!"
"We were resting just now, my dear." He stroked her face with his fingers, biting her round and soft earlobe with his teeth, licking and sucking, teasing Ling Kexin to tremble.
Tightening his body, Morye became stronger, clasping her shoulders, he held the prey like a wolf and went crazy.
As the man worked, Ling Kexin moved softly up and down, and the slurping sounds in her mouth became louder and louder...
Wu Qiong had just stepped up to the fourth floor with a glass of milk when she heard a vague and ambiguous sound coming from her son's room. She felt her ears warm and went downstairs with the glass in hand.
"What are you doing walking around so late?" Mo Lin leaned on the bedside, glanced at his wife, and blamed her.
Wu Qiong sighed and said that she couldn't sleep because she was waiting for her daughter's call.
"Go to sleep, don't think too much. Isn't Yi Ting chasing He Xiaoxiao? Young people have a young life. It will be fine. Don't worry." Mo Lin patted his left side and motioned for his wife to come up.
Wu Qiong handed him the hot milk, "Here you drink it, Ye'er and the others...are asleep."
"At this time, do you still want to go to their room?" Mo Lin really felt that the wife was becoming more and more like a child as she got older. He took the milk and drank a few sips, then pulled Wu Qiong and went to bed.
"Husband..." Wu Qiong helped him unbutton his pajamas and nestled into his warm arms.
Mo Lin kissed her face and realized that his wife had sprayed some very nice perfume on her body tonight. He hugged her and couldn't put it down, "It smells so good..."
"Go to Yiting's room and spray her perfume."
"You also want to buy a bottle." Mo Lin lowered his mouth and began to move his hands around his wife's body.
"Husband, aren't you tired?" Wu Qiong's breath began to become unstable.
"Why are you tired? I've always been in good health..." Mo Lin turned sideways, pressed against his wife, kissed her eyes with his wet lips, and said hoarsely, "Qiong, you are still so beautiful."
Feeling her husband's kiss and sweet words, Wu Qiong relaxed physically and mentally, hugged her husband's shoulders and responded to him enthusiastically...
Her husband, who is over fifty years old and strong, often treats her tenderly and considerately after returning from the United States this time, soothing her body and mind that are full of scars.
The love is so strong that Wu Qiong forgets her troubles in her husband's tenderness and is immersed in the love flowing like water between the middle-aged couple...
At the pedestrian street cafe, Qiao Zhenzhong paid the bill, helped Mo Yiting pick up the windbreaker, and then reached over.
Mo Yiting did not put her hand in his palm, stood up, pulled her clothes, brushed his shoulder and walked out first.
The lights outside are still shining, and the beautiful pedestrian street is still crowded even in the middle of the night. The shops are blooming with the most beautiful colors to attract customers.
Mo Yiting walked slowly, casually looking at some advertisements and the scenery along the street. She didn't speak much tonight, as quiet as a person walking in the jungle.
The late autumn night was very cold, so Qiao Zhenzhong shook out his windbreaker and put it on her shoulders.
Mo Yiting stopped, raised her eyes and smiled lightly at him. Qiao Zhenzhong looked at her, like a loyal bodyguard, just smiled without saying a word, helped her put it on, and then retreated to her side.
When she reached the parking lot, Mo Yiting turned around, raised her lips and smiled: "Thank you for staying with me for so long today. I'm going back."
After she finished speaking, she opened the car door. Just when she bent down to get into the car, Qiao Zhenzhong snatched the key from her hand.
"I'll see you off." Qiao Zhenzhong took her hand and opened the passenger door.
"Don't be like this, Mr. Qiao." Mo Yiting wanted to refuse, but Qiao Zhenzhong domineeringly pushed her into the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt.
He drove Mo Yiting home, which meant that he would come back and drive his own car.
But he would rather do this, so Mo Yiting had no choice but to tell him the address of the rental house, leaned back on the chair, and closed her eyes lazily.
Maybe it was because she was too tired, or because she was distracted, or even more likely because she was mentally exhausted after a breakup. Mo Yiting fell into sleep after a while, and she breathed lightly from her small nose.
Qiao Zhenzhong turned to look at her, slowed down the car, pulled his windbreaker and gently covered her body.
The orange-red light shines through the glass and slides over Mo Yiting's face in circles. Her black hair hangs down on both sides, making her face fairer. Her long eyelashes cover her eyelids and her nose is straight. In her sleep, her red lips are soft.
She pursed her beautiful eyebrows and frowned slightly, which was charming.
Qiao Zhenzhong stopped the car, turned his head and looked at her quietly.
She slept soundly, and in the small space, he could hear her clear and shallow breathing, and her fragrance was in the air, which was the unique fragrance of a woman.
He couldn't help but put his face to his face and smelled it greedily. When the sweet fragrance hit his nose, his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate and his breathing became less smooth.
His primitive instinct made him ready to move, but when his mouth came close to Mo Yiting's lips, he suddenly straightened up and raised his hand to rub his forehead.
She said: "You can't take advantage of others' danger!"
Yes, if she really thinks he is a villain who takes advantage of others, then it may be difficult for him to see her in the future.
He took out a cigarette, lit it and took a long puff. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his turbulent mood.
"Cough... um..." Mo Yiting coughed lightly, probably because she was choked by the smell of cigarette smoke.
Qiao Zhenzhong suddenly realized that he shouldn't smoke, so he quickly put out the cigarette butt, opened the car window a small crack, threw the cigarette out, and sprayed the smoke in his mouth out the window.
Looking back, he saw Mo Yiting moving slightly, finding a comfortable blinking position, and then continued to sleep.
His dark eyes stared at the woman in his dream. Qiao Zhenzhong realized that this was the first time in his life that he watched a woman sleeping so quietly. It turned out that the woman in his dream was so cute and beautiful.
Gently pulling out a strand of black hair hanging down on Mo Yiting's face, Qiao Zhenzhong's rough fingers gently slid between her eyebrows.
Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if the pain in her heart was torturing her in her dream, making her unable to relax, but he stroked it twice and found that he could not heal it at all.
Touching her face lovingly, Qiao Zhenzhong sighed secretly, unbuckled her seat belt, and slowly pressed down the car seat...