Chapter 201

Ling Feier's heart was extremely nervous.

Moyang is really back. They will sleep together again. Ling Feier felt her face burning. She didn't know whether it was because she was nervous or shy. After all, she hasn't married, and she doesn't have a place with Moyang, but she hugged the man and slept with him several times. She really doesn't like this feeling, but she can't avoid it. Does she really think too much, afraid of tigers before and wolves after, so she can make herself so passive.

Moyang never likes taking a bath, so it takes only 5 minutes from entering the bathroom to coming out.

Moyang didn't wear a bathrobe, but sent a bath towel to important parts.

Ling Feier really doesn't want to see him, but Ling Le is excited to climb out of the quilt again when she sees Moyang.

"Lele, if you sleep, you'll catch a cold."

Ling Feier reached out and pressed Ling Le back into the quilt.

"Uncle Moyang, go to bed quickly. My aunt said it would catch a cold."

Ling Feier is really helpless. Unexpectedly, Ling Le is really good at learning and using now. I will teach Moyang in my own words.

"Lele, uncle is coming."

Moyang looked at Ling Le gently, but still didn't look at Ling Feier.

Ling Feier really wondered how she offended the man in front of her.

"You sleep over there."

He still didn't look at her, but his tone was full of orders.

Ling Feier looked at the position of the man's fingers.

Is he kidding her. In such a big bed, he had to sleep where she had slept and occupy her quilt.

His quilt was well folded. Now let her warm up.

Ling Feier hates warm bedding most, but now she doesn't dare to resist.

Ling Fei knew that she was a man of the hedge, and the room, all the objects in the room, were his, and only he has the final say.

Now she can't offend Moyang. Ling Feier knew that she owed him today. She couldn't make Lele. She begged him to go home, so now she can only endure and even please him.

"OK, OK, I'll sleep over there. Master Mo, if you have anything else to say, just say it."

Moyang thought that according to Feier's temper, she had to argue with herself. Unexpectedly, she really got up and ran to the other side of Lingle along the other end of the bed.

Watching her quickly spread the quilt at the corner of the bed, watching her carefully drill into it, and then took a breath.

Moyang looked at Ling Feier's exaggerated appearance and really wanted to laugh. It's not winter. Is the quilt really that cold.

Moyang looked at Ling Feier's bitter appearance, and his heart began to become soft again.

Forget it, I still can't bear to punish her after all.

"Come here."

Moyang patted himself again, moved his body, and there was a big place in time and space.

This bed is custom-made. It's bigger than the one you bought. Now this place is enough to accommodate two Lingfei.

Looking at Ling Feier's motionless appearance, Moyang could only speak again.

"Come here, why don't you want to."

What, she just got used to the temperature of the cold quilt, but the man let her move. Isn't this deliberately teasing her. Didn't it disturb his good dream and pull him out of the gentle countryside of women? Is it necessary for him to be so stingy as a big man. Besides, isn't Ling Le his uncle's son? They are related by blood. He also has the responsibility to take care of Le Le. Ling Feier knows that Moyang is so capable that she doesn't know Lele's identity. Why should she have to compromise all the time? She's really a little angry.

"Moyang, you..."

The later theory hasn't been said yet. Ling Le began to preach again. This content is always towards Moyang.

"Aunt, you should be considerate of Uncle Moyang. Don't you see that uncle Moyang is very tired? Aunt, come here. Uncle Moyang, will Lele go too?"

Ling Le giggled at Mo Yang. He also wants to have a quilt with Moyang, but he is afraid of being preached. Taking advantage of this meeting, Ling Le still wants to fight for it.

"Come here."

Moyang opens the quilt and holds Ling Le into it.

"Come on, what are you talking about? Really, there is no sensible child in such a big man. Why, didn't you hear Lele say I was tired? I don't know who gave me the gift to let people run back and forth in the middle of the night."

Moyang looked at Ling Feier innocently, even with a trace of grievance.

Ling fei'er wiped her eyes with her hand. She was right. Such a domineering and arrogant man was complaining to her.

Looking at the expression of Moyang, Ling Feier really felt a strong sense of guilt.

Forget it, forget it, one word, just bear it. Maybe as soon as the man is happy tonight, she can plead for her sister.

"Moyang, you..."

Ling Feier wanted to struggle, but the man in front of her hugged her tightly.

How could he do this? How could he treat her so intimately.

Looking at the strong arms passing through his waist, Ling Feier's face became more ruddy.

"Uncle Moyang, you are eccentric, so do I."

Moyang's other one held Ling Le directly on his leg.

"Pull up the quilt. And turn on the air conditioner."

Ling Feier was so hugged by Moyang that her body was stiff. Unexpectedly, Moyang asked her to do this and that.

Ling Feier turned her head and glared at Moyang.

"Moyang, don't go too far."

Moyang knew that the little woman's patience was always only a little. But he just likes to see her angry. Even anger can arouse her greatest interest.

"Oh, I see. It turns out that someone just says something about Lele. In fact, he doesn't care about Lele at all."

Moyang looked at Ling Feier provocatively.

This quiet night was originally the best time to rest, but at the moment, the dark sun didn't even feel sleepy for half a minute.

Ling Feier looked at Ling Le, and then she understood the meaning of Moyang's words.

She can only follow Moyang's wishes. But that doesn't mean she's compromising to him again. As he said, she's just for Lele.

Lele's body is really not suitable for illness. Lele is his responsibility to his sister.

Ling Feier gently pulled the quilt across Lele's chest, reached for the air conditioner remote control and turned on the air conditioner.

"Remember to turn on the air conditioner when you are at home. I don't want you to help me save money."

In fact, Moyang really misunderstood. Ling Feier really didn't want to save money for him. She just didn't have the habit of turning on the air conditioner. Because her room has never had air conditioning.

It has to be said that the rich just know how to enjoy. After a while, the temperature in the room was obviously much higher.

"Lele, it's warm now. Look at your aunt. She's stupid and won't use her resources. What do you say to do in the future?"

"Uncle Moyang, my aunt will be taken care of by you in the future. How about it? My aunt is confused. Mommy often says that about her at home, but now it's OK. Lele can rest assured that uncle Moyang takes care of her aunt."

Ling Le's little hand patted his chest and looked at Moyang with a begging face.

"Phil, I'll reluctantly accept Lele's suggestion. But I'm looking at Lele's face. Don't think about it."

What? Such a fart child wants to control her life.

Looking at Moyang's helpless face, is she really so bad? Really. She doesn't want to be taken care of by him. Besides, there are many women waiting to be taken care of by him.

A lot of women want him to take care of. Yes, what an excellent man like Moyang lacks most is an elegant and perfect woman. Thinking of this, Ling Feier's face suddenly darkened, and even her eyes lost their vitality.

Moyang kept looking at her. How does she look now? Is it really so unacceptable to be taken care of by him. Or she already had the object she wanted to entrust.

"Uncle Moyang, can you tell Lele a story? Lele wants to hear a story."

Ling Le looked at Moyang with a pleading face. He just had a real nightmare. Now he wants to sleep, but he can't sleep. Maybe he can fall asleep by listening to a story.

"Lele, it's so late that uncle Moyang has to go to work tomorrow. Otherwise, aunt will tell you a story and let uncle Moyang rest?"

Ling Feier looked at the fatigue between Moyang's eyebrows and still felt very distressed.

"Aunt..."

Lele wanted to say something else. But Ling Feier was right. But there was still a deep disappointment on his little face.

"Telling a story won't waste much time. Besides, I'm so popular that I don't feel sleepy at all."

Moyang finished this sentence and ignored Ling Feier. But the hand around Ling Feier's waist slowly loosened.

Ling Feier suddenly felt a shiver in her heart.

Moyang leaned over and opened the drawer beside the bed and took out several fairy tale brochures, which were still in color.

Ling Feier looked at Moyang in surprise. Why are there children's books in his drawer. Is it for Lele.

Moyang is really attentive to Lele, and Ling Feier really feels very grateful.

"Lele, you can choose what story you want to hear?"

Ling Le looked at the colorful fairy tale book, and her little face was filled with a naive smile.

"Just this one."

Looking at the title of the book, Ling Feier looked unnatural. Ling Le is also very good at choosing. Why did he choose this one with so many story books.

Cinderella, why does Ling Feier think this book is about herself.

She is Cinderella to the letter, but she is a happy Cinderella, because she has a sister who loves her very much. Moyang must be a prince. He does have the capital to become a prince. It's always been that way. Wherever you go, you will always attract the eyes of a large number of women. It's just that the prince in the fairy tale is finally with Cinderella, but in reality, she and Moyang are absolutely impossible to be together.