Chapter 140

Mu qianhan half ring after the reaction, from the hands of Anzi help two food boxes to receive the hands, at the same time let open the way, waiting for Anzi to help in.

The latter's face with a shy smile, "Miss mu, I have something else to go first." Joking, this is the world of Feng Shao and miss mu. Does he dare to run in and be a light bulb?

Not waiting for mu qianhan to answer, Anzi help then head also did not return to leave.

Mu qianhan closes the door and brings two food boxes into the dining room.

After all the food in the food box came out, Mu Yifeng also came from the living room. Mu qianhan's body is stiff. Mu Yifeng washes his hands and sits at the table waiting for mu qianhan to serve him a good meal.

Two people eat quietly, the atmosphere is very warm.

The boss is now full of wine and food, a pair of bright, deep black eyes, follow mu qianhan's back and move. Although it is a simple suit, it still makes his breathing disordered.

"Come here!" Mu qianhan, who just finished brushing the pot, heard the command like voice of grazing and Yifeng behind him.

When she looked back, she saw Mu Yifeng sitting in front of the table, her slightly curved index finger was beating the edge of the table rhythmically.

Mu qianhan swallow swallow swallow mouth waterway: "I haven't cleaned up yet."

"I don't like repetition, you know." Mu Yifeng leisurely supported on the table with his right elbow, and showed a bewitching smile toward mu qianhan. He almost didn't hook mu qianhan's heart out of his chest.

In the faucet with hand sanitizer handle again three clean after several times, mu qianhan just walked to the dining table, anxiously pinched the apron on the body.

"Sit up." Mu Yifeng put down his legs and patted his thighs.

Mu qianhan some hesitated, raised his head to look at Mu Yifeng, and finally sat on his knee in his eyes.

Mu qianhan sat up in the moment, Mu Yifeng's eyes are very bright, mu qianhan's familiar flame is burning inside, not very fierce, but there is a burning feeling.

Mu qianhan was lost in the flame.

Mu Yifeng seemed very satisfied with her reaction and leaned back to the back of the chair.

His movement changes at the same time, the center of gravity of Mu qianhan on his body has also changed accordingly, the mop can't touch the strong and tight thigh root muscles of men.

Mu qianhan did not understand the voice and color to move away a bit, just moved, the throat of the animal husbandry Yifeng issued a low voice of enjoying friction, "Han Han, you can really play the real version of the gun fire."

Mu qianhan's action immediately froze down, feeling that there is a kind of nomadic wind deliberately teasing her feeling.

With his own piece of things, become more hot, even if it is across the skirt, mu qianhan can also clearly feel.

At the same time, mu qianhan's face was burning hot. She tried her best to ignore it. Then she said in a soft voice, "I'll clean up the kitchen first. After taking a bath, then..."

"She looks beautiful in her apron." Mu Yifeng did not answer the question.

Ambiguous posture, two people close. Mu qianhan's face can be sprayed with the breath of moyifeng.

"An apron will stain your suit." Mu qianhan squirmed his mouth and got ready to get up.

Mu Yifeng suddenly clasps mu qianhan and holds the current posture. He holds mu qianhan on his knee and stands up, easily putting her on the table like a delicious dinner.

Bow your head and kiss.

"Well..."

Mu Yifeng was sweating all over, and her upper body was lying on her body. The residual smell in the air reverberates in the breath.

After half ring, Mu Yifeng got up and slowly picked up the trousers on the ground and put them on. Mu qianhan struggled to just sit up, the white shirt of the pastoral breeze was draped on her body.

Mu qianhan's fingertips almost could not make any effort. He raised his head and saw that the hanging needle on the wall pointed to 11 o'clock, which means that they spent three hours at this table. Her beautiful brows were in a ball.

"My work is not finished yet." Mu qianhan's voice is dumb.

"Don't do it, quit!" Mu Yifeng frowned and glared at her.

Hearing the words of moyifeng, all the blood on his face disappeared, and the restaurant suddenly became quiet.

"I want to work, too." Finally, the sound of the nomadic wind broke the silence.

Mu qianhan raised his head to look at him.

Mu qianhan continued to work in the study, and the moyifeng also transferred from the living room to the study, just in the sofa of the study.

Two people seem to be very harmonious, one in front of the desk, the other on the sofa. Mu qianhan's body is still wearing the shirt of nomadic style, because he is really thinking about the work that has not been completed, and has not noticed at all.

When she was concentrating on her work, her shirt was accidentally lifted to her bare buttocks, showing six gullies. Because the neckline was too low, she bent over casually, and the snow milk was almost completely naked.

In this way, how can Mu Yifeng continue to focus on the computer? Half of his sight was Jane, who followed her.

Just that in front of the desk busy little woman, really let him some can't bear to tire her again.I'll bear it! Wait for her to finish the work!

When is it that Mu Yifeng, the president of the popular group, should be wronged

In this world, probably only mu qianhan can give him to die.

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