Chapter 122

Shen Chengjing rolls to the bed. When he sees that he is about to fall, Mo Yanchen strides forward, catches the ball and puts her back on the big bed.

She was so frightened that she thought she was going to fall.

Hand lifted to the quilt, hair disorderly block face, staring at his smile.

"Still laughing, go to bed." She was not angry and suddenly realized that she had said something wrong.

What is this and what? Go to bed? It's like inviting him.

She quickly sat down, broke off the quilt, shook her hair, and looked at him cross legged: "I mean, it's time for you to go to bed, that's what it means, well, that's what it means."

She kept explaining, fearing that he would not believe the same thing: "there is no other meaning than this."

"Oh, go to bed! Well, besides sleeping, is there any other meaning? " He pretended not to understand, leaned down to her, and kept breathing in her ear: "or did the lady think of something else“

She was shocked to see that the people who were serious and who were not serious were talking.

"Nonsense." She straightened her chest seriously and glared at him rightfully.

Mo Yanchen followed her posture, his eyes fell on her chest, and his heart looked at her thoughtfully.

"Sleep, sleep." She followed his line of sight and fell to her chest. She rolled aside with her chest in her arms to reserve a place for him.

He stood by the bed, quietly looking at her side, such as midnight black eyes, appear more and more deep, the corners of the mouth inadvertently raised a touch of radian.

"Go to sleep." He lay down and hugged her from behind, feeling the stiffness of her body.

Shen Chengjing was hugged by him, her hands were tightly overlapped, her face became pink and tender, her heart beat fast and terrifying, and the room was quiet, as if only her heart was echoing.

"Uncle." She whispered. He didn't respond. He thought he was asleep. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After a while, he responded, "well."

His slender fingers went through the quilt, holding her fingers that were constantly moving. Her face was even scarier. She didn't feel this before, but it was very strong tonight.

"Will it be very wrong to marry me?" She thought about it and asked.

Mohist people should have put a lot of pressure on him. Especially when two Mohist elders came here today, she felt that her appearance had brought him a lot of troubles.

"No, you don't have to pay attention to their words. Maybe there will be many such scenes in the future, but just remember that you are my mo Yanchen's woman. Mohism has nothing to do with us. They can not approve and make trouble, but you are mine. You don't have to pay attention to their eyes." He said in a deep voice.

Shen Chengjing's jiemao moves, and Dou Da's tears revolve in his eyes.

He told her, don't care, don't care, he recognized, just like. In this world, there are people who care about her so much. She has been longing for them for a long time. When she met Mo Yongqiang, she even felt that she would never meet such a person in her life

Is it because mom and dad have spirits in the sky that they will send such a person to her side.

"Good." She nodded slightly and tears rolled down.

"Lin Qinghui, she is not my biological mother!" He suddenly brought up the past.

"When I was very young, she died. It was an accident. My father abandoned her for the benefit of me."