Chapter 1968

The man, in front of Mo Qiu, took off his clothes and took a bath. After enjoying himself for a while, he got up, went to Mo Qiu and wiped his body with a towel.

"Cough." Mo Qiu suddenly coughed, moved, changed his posture and continued to sleep.

As a result, seeing a figure in front of him, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up.

"Shit." When Mo Qiu saw this, he fell back. His chair fell to the ground. Mo Qiu also tripped and fell to one side. Looking up, he saw the man walking forward and holding him up. Eh! Then, walk slowly toward ruo's big bed and put Mo Qiu on it.

Don't be scared. Step back and lean on the bed.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Don't shudder and look at him in fear.

I saw a man sitting by the bed, reaching forward, outlining his features, the more he looked at Mo Qiu's face, the more drunk he was.

"Are you scared?"

"Bah! What scenes have you never seen? Afraid of you? " Don't ask.

The man listened, very satisfied, reached out to untie the waist bathrobe, saw someone outside knock on the door: "boss, things are ready."

"Bring it in." The man said.

When the door was pushed open and his men brought things in, he looked at Mo Qiu lying on the bed. His face was red with shame and he retreated consciously. Mo Qiu was not the first man to climb onto the big bed.

"This... What is this?" Don't sit up straight and stare at what's in his hand.

Mo Qiu never dreamed that even Mo Yanchen did not expect that what this man was holding would be the carving of the jade pendant.

"For killing." The man bloodthirsty says, tone is indifferent, it is recidivist apparently.

"It's beautiful. Can I see it?" Mo Qiu said, ready to reach for it.

He took it back and put it aside.

"Hello." Mo Qiu is struggling. His servant comes forward. The man's rough body is pressing on Mo Qiu.

This man is a big, stout man!

He touched Mo Qiu's waist, put his big palm into Mo Qiu's T-shirt, stroked it back and forth, fell on Mo Qiu's chest, and squeezed it hard.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch." Mo Qiu's chest was pinched by him, faintly painful.

It's a place that women haven't touched. How could this man touch him? Don't ask for anger, don't ask for fire, don't ask for raising your foot and kicking at him.

"Hiss." Men eat pain and move back.

See Mo beg to stretch out a hand, pull the rope of a side, toward him to cover past.

The man was surprised, just want to resist, saw Mo Qiu handsome threw a wink at him: "a look at you is to attack too much, there is no novelty, do you want to try my Mo's 18 moves?"

"Mo's eighteen moves?" The man is a little confused. He always goes straight to the theme. After playing, if the other party is still alive, he will continue.

Mo Qiu did not wait for him to speak, tied his hand, raised his foot and kicked at his hip: "yes, I will make you want to die."

"What are you doing?" The man didn't respond.

I saw Mo Qiu come forward, fingertips fall on his neck, slowly down! Gently poked his Adam's apple, the man kept swallowing saliva.

"Comfortable“ Don't ask that low voice, very enchanting ask a way.

"Comfortable!" The man said in a deep voice.

His body was shaking, as if stimulated by some kind of stimulation, but he never expected that there was a kind of powder hidden in Mo Qiu's nails, which was unique to Mo Qiu.