Chapter 137

Shen Chengjing can't stand such a challenge. Funny, she reached out to hold his big palm, the whole person close to him, helpless to be at a loss.

Mo Yanchen's slender fingers ran along her neck, around her back, and gently lifted her body. Her body kept rubbing, and Ruo Da's bed became narrow.

"Uncle." Shen Chengjing's breath began to become unstable, her clear eyes became blurred, and her expression also became trance. Her little hand was holding his nightgown.

His clothes had been torn disorderly. He lowered his head to gnaw her delicate clavicle, and there was a jumping spark in his silent black eyes.

Her call, with his in-depth, into a whisper, dark yellow lamp, light becomes more and more hazy, clothes are hot body instead.

The light curtains hanging in the window are waving with the light wind, like conveying affection in the dark

Inside, spring. Color. boundless.

The next morning, a ray of sunshine came into the bedroom. She put her hand in front of her eyes. Her little face rubbed on the pillow for a few times. The feeling of pain made her suddenly open her eyes. The memory of last night poured into her mind. Like a movie, scene by scene, she quickly sat up and the quilt slipped from her body.

"According to." At this time, Mo Yanchen came in with the document. She stared at him and saw him approaching from far away.

Looking down at herself, she was so ashamed that she fell on the bed and got into the quilt. She kept moving to the left, trying to escape.

"Awake? It's time for breakfast. " He stepped forward and picked her up with a quilt. He watched her shake her head in the quilt.

"Can't you get up?" His voice became deeper and deeper.

Some embarrassed, she lingered in the quilt for half a while, then said in a dull voice: "you go out, I want to change."

"Well, don't get bored." Smell speech, he suddenly a smile, stretch out a hand to pull open quilt, big hand lightly touched to touch her head, voice gentle way.

"Uncle, will you..." She bit her lips and yearned for family. No matter why she was with him, she really wanted to have a complete family.

But Mo Yanchen was born in the Mohist school. She was not only the best in her status and background, but also the best in others. However, she was never recognized by the Mohist people.

"No Mo Yanchen stretched out his hand and straightened her small face. Her perceptual and low voice kept repeating: "not now, not in the future."

Hearing that, she only felt that something stuck in her throat, sour and astringent.

"Just now, the crew called to say whether they could join the group to shoot in the afternoon. Would you like to turn it down for you?" Something suddenly occurred to him.

Hearing the call from the crew, she rolled the quilt from his arms to the bed, endured the pain of her body, grabbed the mobile phone and ran into the bathroom.

"Be careful. Don't fall." He sat by the bed, looking at her figure and shaking his head.

No matter how stubborn she is outside, she is still like a child in front of him.

Shen Chengjing runs to the bathroom and closes the door. She leans against the door. Holding her cell phone, she sees that the bathtub is full of water. Looking at the clothes before the clothes rack, she has arranged a set of clothes. She goes forward and reaches for the water in the bathtub. It's warm!

The bright red rose petals are floating on the clear water. She lifts them up, and the fragrance comes to her nose. Looking at the reflection in the water, the pain of her body reminds her that it's time to take a good bath.

"Bell." At this time, her mobile phone rang, strange number, she thought it was the crew, then answered.

"I miss you. When will I be back?"