Chapter 3689

Shen Chengjing wriggles her body and feels the man's hot body sticking to her

She dare not move, as his woman, would not understand his physiological structure?

"Cough." she coughed awkwardly, knowing that the struggle just now was too fierce, which set the man on fire! Once this kind of fire comes up, it is very difficult to put out.

"Let's go downstairs and have a look. I wonder if Mom and dad will come to us." Shen Chengjing said quietly, trying to find an excuse to go downstairs.

Mo Yanchen's provocative ability is first-class.

Once you put her to bed, it won't stop for a few hours, so she

"What's the rush? Isn't there a particularly difficult person downstairs? " Mo Yanchen said in a deep voice, lowering his head and kissing her earrings.

Shen Chengjing feels numb all over, and her body softens in his arms.

"Uncle." She was in his arms, with a small voice, like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March, with a sweet and clear feeling.

"Well?" Mo Yanchen lay beside her, propped up with one hand and looked at her.

The man's deep black eyes, staring at her small face, his fingertips fall on her white cheek, finger pulp gently scraping, gently soft.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch.

Shen Chengjing raised his little hand, landed it on his cheek and pressed his big palm.

Face on his palm, the temperature of the man's palm came, her lips moved, said: "you deliberately give dad a chance, let him and Gong Lao meet."

Mo Yanchen was stunned. He looked at her and suddenly laughed. He reached for her and held her in his arms.

As soon as he lay down in bed, he let her lie on his body. He released his hands, put his pillow behind his head, and stared at her. Shen Chengjing opened his eyes in his arms and stared at him. Their four eyes were opposite.

"I think you look like an old fox." She put out her index finger and gently touched the tip of his high nose.

Mo Yanchen's mouth curved and pursed: "have you ever seen such a beautiful fox?"

"Poof“ Shen Chengjing listened, smiling and lying in his arms, with her little hand on his chest. She leaned her head against his arms.

In the room, it was very quiet. Both of them were silent.

Time seems to be static. We enjoy each other's existence and give ourselves different feelings! This kind of feeling, like a world away.

Mo Yanchen's hand touched her waist and consolidated her in his arms.

Downstairs, Lin Qinghui and Mo chenghuo walk in. It's raining heavily. Mo chenghuo puts away his umbrella, shakes the water drop and says to her, "you go first."

"Not bad." Lin Qinghui said.

The coat she was wearing was a little wet. When she came in, she took off her coat and showed her blue and white porcelain cheongsam. Lin Qinghui was a classical beauty, preferring cheongsam. Each one of them had a different feeling.

There was heat in the room. She hung her coat on one side and put her food box on the table.

"Pop." At this time, I only heard the sound of things coming from the guest room.

Lin Qinghui is about to go upstairs. After hearing the noise, she is puzzled.

"There are still guests in Moyuan?" She vaguely remembers that there seems to be no guests in Mo yuan. How can there be any noise? If it's a thief, it doesn't make sense. After all, the ink garden is heavily guarded, and even a fly can't fly in, let alone the thief.

"Yes, I'll see." Lin Qinghui said softly.

Mo Cheng called to see, put the umbrella aside, he took off his general coat to one side, also strode to keep up.