Chapter 820

The man kisses her cheek and kisses her ear again. "Baby, what I want will strive for plunder. What I don't want to do, no one can force me. No matter whether this is an excuse for you to drive me away, the matter you are worried about is not worth mentioning to me, not to mention a few months or years. Even if it has been like this in the future, it is still not worth mentioning."

That voice is low, dyed a bit dumb, listen to actually have a kind of unspeakable deep and intimate flavor, let the nerve endings that were blown by his breath all slightly shudder.

She heard a stiff voice. "Your ability to talk about love has increased."

He still tossed and turned gently kissing her, and his throat also overflowed with a low smile, "to be honest, it's love talk?" The man teased her already red thin ear, "I don't disdain to take some flashy and false words to cheat women, or do you want me to learn from you, sultry, basic heart already rippling can't, also want to put on a pair of reserved appearance on the face?"

“……”

Wenyi was too itchy by his breath, and the words that were too dumb and too close were going to set off the shiver in her heart. She was held by him, and her fingers had unconsciously clenched his clothes. "I don't have it. Mr. Mo, you are always so amorous. Do you want to see if the doctor has any mental illness? It's you who tangle with me that I can't help being with you. Do you want me to be passionate about you right away

What she said seemed to say coldly, but her ears were smoked red, and her voice did not know why she was not under her control. How to listen is a kind of coquettish and arrogant tone. Compared with indifference, it is more like a woman's coquetry to a man.

So Mo Shi Chen is proud of the smile can not, no cover up, smile will face buried in her shoulder.

“……”

Wenyi was also angry with the asshole's smile. He wanted to break his arm out of his arms and smash his head with a pillow. At last, he still held a expressionless face and looked at him coldly.

Mo Shi Chen laughs over, and doesn't care about her expression. He blows a breath into her cochlea. The magnetic voice is sexy. "Baby, you are so proud and charming that you are much more loving than pretending to be calm and indifferent."

This man is born with a strong heart, a leisurely and leisurely tone, which seems to be her shy tone. Her Kung Fu of pointing deer for horse is perfect. She is shameless to the extreme. She really wants to

"Don't you have any idea? Do you really want to stay in my apartment? "

The man raised his eyebrows and said casually, "except that it's a little far back and forth to the company, there's nothing wrong with you, that is Now we have room for two people and one dog. If we want to hire a servant, or in the future If you have children, it's a little small, but it's also a good solution. I'll ask Kangding to look for a house nearby. If it's a big deal, we'll change it to a bigger one. Do you still like an apartment or buy a single house with a yard? "

"Forget it," she said in a low voice, as if she had changed her mind for a moment, or had already planned so subconsciously. "Let's move back to the manor. I still miss mother Su's, and it's a big place to run around on November 11."

His Mou color is quite serious to look at her face, "are you willing to go back?" After a moment of silence, he said with a light smile, "if you don't want to, it's no big deal. I don't want you to be unhappy with me."

Is this man addicted to love talk today?

The more she pulled her face, "I said that you are amorous and you are becoming more and more fierce. I didn't want to go back because I didn't want to live with you so quickly. What's the difference between me and me when I went back to live in the manor?"

“……”

Oh, it seems that's true.

What she refused was to live with him, and then he moved over with his things.

She had no idea, but she was a little angry, so she enslaved him for a while.

However, he was very calm, so that he could cook as soon as possible, and his cooking skills rose. She left all the housework to him, and even did not invite the hourly workers. He also handled everything in an orderly manner, not anxious or impatient, and not at all annoyed. It seemed that it was natural for him to do this.

What's the point of this kind of slave? The fists are all in the cotton.

But It's really interesting.

She used to like him to be handsome and elegant, which was a high and easy manner.

Now She gradually felt a little bit in a trance. He could be very nice to her, very indulgent, very accommodating, as if of course, he had a bad temper. She had no doubt that if she insisted on leaving him, he would probably do some crazy things.

But it seems that, apart from this matter, how she behaves wildly and excessively, and even the more she is, the more she can feel the shapeless but distinct indulgence, although she has cultivated her temperament steadily over the years, which is rarely the case.

Sometimes he even felt that he liked her to be "too much" with him.

Is it love?

It should be, at least shallow.

What about herself?In fact, she couldn't tell whether she was compromising in her own weakness - she couldn't fight him, and she didn't want to involve others to fight him. After years of immersion, it was her instinct to weigh the pros and cons. She was no longer the woman who had to make way for love and hate ten years ago.

Or, it's the love that has flowed for too long in the years, but she doesn't admit it and doesn't want to see it, so it's like quicksand, like the bottom of the river, but stirred again and again, it's still gradually floating up.

Her heart built a wall, he or strong or gentle to unload, and then, down a little, a little less, until gradually turned into ruins.

"Well," he replied, his face pressed against her cheek, in a coax tone. "We'd better go home and I'll arrange someone to come over tomorrow."

She whispered.

"Job's tears," he whispered in her ear, lowering his voice lower.

She looked at him, and her eyes looked at him. She was almost scalded by the dark burning in his deep eyes. After a few seconds, she subconsciously returned, "what's the matter?"

"Are you starting to fall in love with me again?"

The body distance is very close, or there is no distance. It is obviously a cold winter day. I don't know why the temperature between each other is a little too high, especially his eyes, which makes people dare not look directly into them.

She held her breath, her eyes even had a brief panic, did not know how to answer.

"I want you to love me," he said in her ear, gentle as a whisper among relatives, and deep in silence. "I want you to come back to me, to love me, to love me only, as you loved me the most."

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