Chapter 2808

Zhao Meng fell heavily on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling and said, "I can't afford this sofa."

You know, she fell into the pit and was covered with mud. Now she is lying on the sofa. The sofa is probably scrapped. She has several groups of figures in her mind. If she remembers correctly, his sofa is very expensive.

"Wow." Once, Mo Qiu's figure disappeared in front of her.

When she sat up, Mo Qiu ran forward and tore her clothes to pieces.

"Hello, hello." Seeing this, Zhao Meng keeps retreating to protect herself.

Mo Qiu's strength is as big as an ox! After a few moments, he stripped her naked, held her in his arms, walked towards the bathroom and threw her into the bathtub.

"Plop." Suddenly, water splashed on her face.

Mo Qiu squatted aside, reached for a towel, clasped her arm in one hand, and wiped it for her.

"Take a shower first." Mo Qiu said, he wiped for her, hand around, I do not know why, suddenly fell on her neck, slowly down, came to her chest.

He covered it with a big palm and cleaned it for her.

"Why is it so small? I remember last time it wasn't that small. " Mo Qiu kneaded and said, "I remember it was hard to hold a palm last time! It's changed into steamed bread“

"Pop." Zhao Meng listens to, anger can't speak of, a slap draws over.

Mo Qiu's face was deflected, and drops of water fell on his face.

Zhao Meng's chest keeps going up and down with anger. What's the nerve of her to miss him so much that she runs back to see him! Regardless of identity and face! But what is this man talking about?

Touch her breasts, kiss her, and say her breasts are shrunk?

How humiliating is it to be criticized as a woman with small breasts?

"I..." seeing his face deflected and dripping, Zhao Meng was a little scared! Think he's angry, will he dismember her?

In her mind, there are n possibilities! Don't get angry, take her to do the experiment, finally let her become the kind of Yinger! God, it's scary to think about it.

"No, I didn't mean to hit you." Zhao Meng sat up straight and said softly.

Mo Qiu put out his hand to wipe the water on his face, turned to look at her, and quickly clasped her wrist.

"Take it easy." When Zhao Meng saw this, she thought it was over! He must break her wrist. Now she just wants to die! I don't want to be too painful.

Mo Qiu touched her palm and asked, "does it hurt?"

"Ah?" Instead of feeling pain, Zhao Meng was asked, "does it hurt?"? She was confused.

Mo Qiu bowed his head, kissed her palm, reached out and touched her wet hair, and said softly, "it's all red. It must hurt, right?"

"Eh!" Zhao Meng didn't have the courage to respond. She didn't know why.

She should be guilty! No, it's not suitable.

It was her who hit. He asked her if it hurt. It's unreasonable.

"Next time you want to fight, let me know in advance! I'll do it myself. " Mo Qiu said, raised his hand, toward the right side, said to her: "that's it, I'll fight for you."

Zhao Meng listen, before stubborn tears, inexplicable rolling.

"Don't ask." Zhao Meng knelt in the bathtub, reached for his neck, hung his body in his arms, and kept hugging him, saying, "I miss you, I really miss you."

Listening to her words, Mo Qiu's big palm fell on her waist, gently swam, quietly listening to her talk.