Chapter 89: Mo Shiqian, you are a bad guy!

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Chi Huan, "..."
When she heard this, she turned her head around, but she didn't know what to do.
She snorted, pretending to be displeased, "What do you mean, I'm a pet?"
The man chuckled, "Isn't it? I'm not short of temper until I'm fed."
Chi Huan raised his chin slightly. "... It's just for you to make a meal. If it's not for you to cook deliciously, you want to make me and not eat it."
Mo Shiqian didn't say anything anymore, and her thin lips always touched a slight arc.
Beautiful, arrogant, lazy, expensive woman with a small temper.
He actually looked at her from a long time ago, and from time to time, he felt that she was like the popular puppet cat.
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After dinner outside, Mo Shiqian drove Chi Huan back to the No. 10 mansion.
at night.
Chi Huan returned to the bedroom from the study, ready to take his clothes to take a bath, and walked to the door to see the man unrolling the 28-inch large suitcase he brought over on the carpet.
Wow.
He really used the efficiency of space utilization to the extreme.
Neat and tidy, divided into categories, with clear levels, it is like a handwriting from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He washed his hair, and although it was dry and no longer dripping, the wet hair fell on his forehead, which made the man who was cold and stern a bit more and looked more abstinent.
He was wearing a black nightgown, with a bare skin on his chest.
"Chi Huan."
"Uh ... ah?"
Mo Shiqian looked up at her, and naturally caught the little woman's scrambled eyes. His eyes suddenly froze, but he was still and his voice was low. "Where are you going to put my clothes and things?"
Chi Huan walked over and sat down at the end of the bed. He picked up the pillow and hugged it. He looked down at his suitcase, cleared his throat, and pursed his lips. "I see that your suitcase is quite large and can be stuffed. You Just keep it in the trunk. "
Mo Shiqian, "..."
He raised his eyes and looked at her silently.
Chi Huan coughed again. "If you are not enough, then I will bring my suitcase again and lend it to you for the time being."
"Chi Huan."
"You also know that my apartment is very small. I originally bought it for myself and you had to squeeze in yourself. It's very crowded now."
The man didn't get angry, "What about your cloakroom?"
"It's full. I'm a star. I can't afford clothes, shoes and bags. It's a small place."
It is not a fact that her apartment is small, but no matter how small, there are more than one hundred flats, so that she can't let it go.
Mo Shiqian rested on one knee with one hand, and said faintly, "My family is big, you pack and move your stuff with you."
"That too ..."
"If you think it's still too tight, then change to a villa. I can afford a villa that can fit you."
Chi Huan, "..."
She chewed a little drum, "I like to live in my little apartment. Wouldn't it be convenient for you to put your suitcase on your 'bedside'? Anyway, you do n’t have a lot of stuff, you can stuff it, right . "
Mo Shiqian was about to laugh at her.
This woman is really unconscious without cleaning her brain.
He asked blandly, "Can you move me somewhere?"
Chi Huan was guilty of confusion, "the ground is your place."
With a snap, the man closed the suitcase, raised it with one hand, and pushed it, and it rolled accurately against the wall, standing against it.
Then Mo Shiqian stood up.
The action was so simple and normal that Chi Huan was inexplicably flustered holding his figure, got up and threw a pillow, and was about to run away, "I'll wash ..."
However, before taking two steps, he was easily retrieved by the man and thrown on the bed.
Conditioning reflexively, Mo Shiqian was already kneeling on one side of her waist with her left hand on the other side, supporting her body, trapping her whole body under her.
The dark and deep eyes stared at her face, the eyebrows were infected with evil spirits because of a little smile, but her voice became more and more low and sexy.
She had long curly hair, thick, and spread like seaweed on the mattress.
His face couldn't resist the crimson because of such ambiguous posture.
Chi Huan hoped, "Mo ... Mo Shiqian ... Hey."
The man lowered his head and kissed her. Chi Huan just wanted to reach out and push his chest, only to find that he had both hands pressed against his head.
There is no big problem with kissing.
He kisses her from time to time these days, like most ordinary lovers.
The man was stupid and said that her kiss technique had finally made some visible progress.
But kissing and kissing on the bed ...
"Ah ... don't cut my clothes ..."
"Do not touch there ..."
Chi Huan's face was so that she kissed him every day when he touched her chest. He kissed him on the bed and stretched her skirt ...
"I'm not going to take a shower, I always take off my clothes, eh?"
Chi Huan felt that Mo Shiqian had hard muscles on her body. Only her lips were very soft. When she spoke behind her ears, she could not stand the breath she breathed. Isn't itching? "
Her head exploded.
There are only two words in my mind repeatedly, indecent!
She said in a crying voice, "You let go of me, I'm going to take a shower ..."
Soft and unknowingly, the man who had intended to teach her something quickly tightened in the lower abdomen, lowered his head and blocked her lips again.
Every time Chi Huan was kissed by him, he would have a kind of instinct trembling and fear.
Moreover, this kind of encroachment is like a wolf.
Chi Huanren was pressed by him, his lips were raged by him, his body was plucked by his fingers covered with thin cocoons, no matter how resisted, he could not suppress the body's response.
Even if she had done it several times, she was blank for a few seconds when the man was sinking into her body.
"Mo Shiqian, you're a bad guy!"
He gave it a hard blow, his breath smirking slightly, "It was you who invited me, Chi Huan."
It was about knowing that she didn't need to adapt as before, Mo Shiqian almost started his own rhythm, every time it was deep and heavy, making the woman below him sobbing intermittently.
A little longer, Chi Huan couldn't stand it.
He had stripped her clothes almost, and even the broken bathrobe on her body was still there, her fingers clenched tightly, her voice was as fine as a cat's voice, "You tap ... Mo Shiqian, you tap ... ... "
Mo Shiqian bowed her head, kissed the fine sweat of her forehead, and then smiled lowly, "Chi Huan, you are really useless," he smiled sternly, and did n’t even breathe too much. Broken hotel, do you hear what people call? "
Chi Huan, "..."
She didn't want to remember, but she remembered it.