Chapter 1894: Who carried her to bed?

Qiao Mohan's irritability was alleviated at this moment.
The dark and evil Dan Feng's eyes were slightly raised, and he looked at the two figures, one large and one small, sleeping soundly beside and on the bed.
There is an unprecedented peace in my heart.
Su Qing
This woman who had never noticed before last night.
Even after last night, he was only regarded as a ‘good medicine’.
But now, Qiao Mohan flew diagonally into the temple but frowned...
Perhaps, she is more than just a woman who can make herself happy in bed.
...

The soft bed surface almost caused Su Qing's body to sink deeply.
Su Qing felt very warm and comfortable, like being surrounded by many clouds.
From head to toe, every vellus hair seemed to be immersed in the warm sunlight, and in a state of incomparable stretch, the whole body was warm, even making her want to sigh.
The palm of his right hand seems to be grabbing something, with a soft touch, like cotton candy, QQ bombs.
Su Qing subconsciously squeezed in her sleep, and then found that the marshmallow seemed to become fleshy and exudes warmth.
How can there be temperature?
She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed, and was awakened.
call……
Su Qing found out that she, who was supposed to be sitting on the chair beside the bed, got into bed for some reason.
She and Qiao Mu'er, who was sleeping sweetly, lay side by side on the big bed. They were both wrapped in quilts, but even so, her right hand was still held by Qiao Mu'er's little hand.
Two people hold hands, as if inseparable.
Why am I in bed?
Su Qing was secretly surprised, and carefully pulled her hand out of Qiao Mu'er's soft palm.
Because of this action, Qiao Muer's little nose wrinkled in her sleep, her little mouth pursed, and then turned to face Su Qing and hugged a cotton-like quilt.
As if he was holding a big doll, he buried his little face deeply.
Su Qing's warm eyes faintly. She knew that children who were insecure would like to sleep with things in their arms.
Just like herself.
When I was young, I didn't have such a habit. Then my mother passed away and her stepmother came to the house. Like Qiao Muer, she habitually likes to sleep with a quilt or pillow.
There is pity and pity gathering little by little in the eyes, it seems that this child is lonely in his heart, even if he is so loved in Qiao's family.
Maybe it's because of Qiao Mohan's messy feelings?
Or because she was a child with only father but no mother since she was a child...
Su Qing couldn't help but gently stroke Qiao Mu'er's peaceful and peaceful face with her hands.
When her satin-like long black hair was pulled apart, Su Qing was surprised to see a small towel tucked into Qiao Mu'er's back clothes.
Did she put a towel on Qiao Muer's back before going to bed?
Su Qing doesn’t remember, it seems she doesn’t--
She put her hand in and touched it, the towel was a little wet, and was afraid that the child would catch a cold, so she quickly pulled it out.
He touched the clothes on Qiao Mu'er's back again, and made sure that they were all dry, before covering her comfortably with a quilt.
Su Qing took the towel, got out of bed, and walked out.
She also suspected that she was so sleepy that she climbed into bed.
Now, she was sure that the foreign man must have come.
When Qiao Muer was asleep, she was sweating on her back, so she put a towel on her.
And put her on the bed by the way.
Thinking of this, Su Qing opened the bedroom door
This is a senior suite in a hotel, with a study and living room connected to the outside of the bedroom.
Su Qing brought the door with her hand and was about to go to the living room, but the moment she closed the door, she saw a familiar figure.