Opening his eyes, Mo Jiu found that Long Qingtian had already woken up and was sitting by the bed looking at her.
"Brother, I'm starving to death! My chest is touching my back!" Mo Jiu thought of the absurdity last night, his face turned red, but he tried to act confidently, first smiled at Long Qingtian, and then shouted loudly
Complain to hide your embarrassment.
Long Qingtian looked at her rare little daughter's expression, smiled fondly, and stretched out his hand to touch her body, "The chest is touching the back? Let me touch it..."
Mo Jiuguang's smooth body was touched by the man's big hand, and it immediately started to itch. He sat up straight with a smile.
As soon as he sat up straight, he immediately felt his waist soften. Mo Jiu's face turned even redder, but seeing the man's radiant appearance, he secretly admired the man's physical strength.
She rubbed her small waist and made a sad face. Long Qingtian found it funny and stretched out his hand to hug her.
After the two of them took a shower, it was already ten o'clock!
Looking at the time, Mo Jiu felt a little ashamed. It would take at least an hour to get to Longzhai from here, and it would already be eleven o'clock when we arrived. Wouldn't this be more rude than visiting... in the evening?
But Long Qingtian didn't mention this matter in his book, and Mo Jiubian didn't mention it either.
The two of them went straight to the Long family's old house.
Mr. Long was sitting on the sofa, and Long Qingtian went in first. When Mr. Long saw Long Qingtian, he immediately put down the newspaper in his hand, "Where are the babies? Where have they gone? Ah? What did you do yesterday? When did you put the babies away?
Their mother married them in?"
As soon as Mr. Long finished his question, he saw Mo Jiu standing awkwardly at the door.
Mr. Long immediately stopped what he was saying, and immediately looked at Long Qingtian's old face, "Who asked you to come?"
After all, Mo Jiu's father was the murderer of Long Gangqing. It was impossible for the old man not to complain about Mo Jiu at all.
Although I forgave her yesterday, the old man habitually lectured her when they met.
Mo Jiu looked at Long Qingtian and felt sweat dripping from his forehead.
Damn it, the majesty of a national leader is not false!
Mo Jiu forced out a smile and shouted: "Grandpa..."
"Humph, who is your grandfather!" The old man threw the newspaper on the table with an awkward temper.
Mojiu became even more embarrassed.
She didn't have the shameless and shameless look of Long Qingtian, and she dared to enter the room under Les's glare.
So, Mo Jiu stood at the door.
When Long Qingtian saw Mr. Long's appearance, he immediately walked to Mo Jiu, put his arm around her shoulders, and said, "Wait outside now."
Mo Jiu nodded, and then Long Qingtian walked into the living room.
The living room of the Long family's old house was very large. The old man was sitting on the sofa at the end of the living room. The two of them lowered their heads and talked, but Mo Jiu couldn't hear clearly.
Long Qingtian stood in front of the old man, "What's wrong with you?"
The old man looked unhappy, "What's wrong? I just said I forgive her yesterday, and you brought her in today. Look at your eagerness! Huh, that's so shameless!"
Long Qingtian was unmoved, his expression remained unchanged, "Mo Xiaobao and Maomao said they miss you very much."
Mr. Long's eyelids were drooped, but when he heard this, his ears immediately stood up.
Hearing this, he snorted again, "Those two little heartless ones, why don't you think I'll come back with you? They are descendants of the Long family!"
