Long Qingtian wore a set of black casual clothes with a deep V-neck, revealing his strong chest. He was holding a bowl of porridge in his hand and walked step by step with a calm and elegant pace.
Mo Jiu didn't know if other soldiers walked as beautifully as him, but she knew that Long Qingtian walked like a cheetah.
Calm and elegant, yet agile and fast, he was already at the bedside in a few steps.
Thinking of what happened last night, Mo Jiu couldn't help but blush and buried his head in the quilt.
"Eat something."
The man is used to giving orders, and his words are a bit tough, but today's words are not only tough, but also a little doting.
Mo Jiu stretched out his head from the quilt, bit his lip and said, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
"Go and brush."
"...Can't walk." Mo Jiu blinked.
Sure enough, the man paused, then picked her up, walked directly to the bathroom, took out the toothbrush and toothpaste, squeezed it, and put it in her hand.
Being held in someone's arms while brushing one's teeth was definitely the most uncomfortable position, but Mo Jiu felt very happy while doing so.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Long Qingtian took Mo Jiu back, put him on the bed, and handed her the porridge.
"My hands are weak and I can't lift it up." Mo Jiu chuckled, his big eyes darting around.
Long Qingtian's face darkened and his eyes turned cold.
"Really!" Mo Jiu's expression was very pious, almost swearing.
Long Qingtian helplessly picked up the spoon and fed it to Mo Jiu one spoonful at a time.
A bowl of porridge could have been finished in three or two mouthfuls, but Mo Jiu and Long Qingtian took one spoonful at a time and insisted on drinking it for half an hour!
Half an hour later, Long Qingtian took out the clothes he had prepared for Mo Jiu and dressed her up as if he were serving Lafayette.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he seemed to be a different person. Mo Jiu felt that the saying that a person depends on his clothes was indeed true!
With a smile, Mo Jiu stretched out his arm, "Xiao Longzi, help Ai's family downstairs!"
Long Qingtian glanced sideways at her, didn't say anything, just stretched out his arms and picked her up directly.
Mo Jiu chuckled, and the clear laughter resounded in the apartment, making the dark gray apartment a little more cheerful.
But Mo Jiu pushed forward, raised his head, and said very proudly, "Not bad, Xiao Longzi, you are so handsome, although you are not as stylish as you see on TV, but what is rare is that you are comfortable and you are rewarded!"
"What's the reward?" Long Qingtian finally had some reaction to her self-entertainment.
Mo Jiu rolled his eyes, smiled, and kissed Long Qingtian's face, "Aijia gives you a kiss!"
As soon as the kiss fell, Long Qingtian's eyes darkened. He placed Mo Jiu on the sofa and stretched out his arms to block her on it. Long Qingtian bent over, but his cold eyes were very gentle at the moment, "Not enough."
"Ah?" Mo Jiu asked stupidly, but before the next words came out, Long Qingtian blocked his mouth!
Long Qingtian's kiss was aggressive, and also carried his unique domineering quality. A single kiss could kill all of Mo Jiu's kisses, leaving his cheeks flushed and his eyes ****.
But this kiss was broken by a damn phone ring!
Long Qingtian paused, this ringtone...
He didn't rush to pick it up. He first let go of Mo Jiu, looked at her blushing face carefully, then pressed a kiss on her forehead, put the cut fruit on the table in her hand, and then picked up the phone.
, striding towards the study.
Those who are interested should be able to see that Long Qingtian's steps are a bit big at this moment.
He closed the door of the study room, looked down at the phone, his fingers trembled, and then answered the phone. A playful voice sounded on the other end of the phone:
"Boss, the DNA verification results of the hair you gave me last time came out..."
