Chapter 149

Mo Beiting held her chin and stopped her movement. "Shen Yiqiao, do you know what you are doing?"

Yi Qiao's face was full of the usual smile, and he pressed his hand heavily on his waist. "Why do you ask me at this time? Mo Beiting, are you a man? "

He snorted.

Eyes are thick black, a heat like fireworks rose from the palm of her hand, exploded in the brain.

Mo Beiting's scalp was numb, his hair was erect, and every part of his body was tight. He was eager to find a breakthrough.

He turned over.

Yi Qiao will be pressed in the body, eyes covered with red blood, breathing heavy shortness of breath, simply want to tear her general.

He dominated, and the hot kiss fell on her earlobe.

A sip, then gently SIP live!

Yi Qiao smile, with full of presumptuous provocation, with the toe point of his tight calf, "your old lover still listen, or third brother taste heavy, like live?"

Mo Beiting's sexy lips were tightly pursed, and there were sparks in his eyes. He reached for his mobile phone.

The phone is still on the line.

Mo Beiting twisted his eyebrow and pressed it off.

She leaned over and imprinted her hot lips on her forehead.

Hearing the busy sound from the receiver, Chen Baimo almost fell from the roof of the 43rd floor in a flash.

She didn't want to jump, she just wanted to come up to blow the wind and call Mo Beiting!

Talk about anything, at least let her listen to his voice.

She doesn't hang up, nor does she have a hobby of listening to chungong opera, but she doesn't believe that Mo Beiting can really sleep with Yiqiao in front of her.

The phone's off.

Chen Baimo laughs at himself. What they are doing is self-evident.

She stares down the street, dazzled by Matchbox sized vehicles, neon lights lighting up the night sky and covering up all the ugly sins.

At that moment, she thought, or, jump down.

While Mo Beiting still has a little bit of her status in his heart, he will answer her phone.

Jump!

In that way, his own death will become a permanent barrier between him and Shen Yiqiao. He will remember her all his life and burn paper for her every new year.

It's good to be remembered by him all his life.

Shen Yiqiao never wants to avenge Lu Yan in his life!

However, she was not reconciled.

Dead, nothing.

She can only be in the dark underground, watching their love, watching them white head to brain.

……

"With whom?" Mo Beiting pressed Yi Qiao, one hand clasped her ankle, raised her eyes, his voice was low: "en?"

Yi Joe unbuttoned his shirt and ran his fingers along the slightly depressed texture of his abdomen.

Mo Beiting's muscle texture is sexy and elegant.

It's not that kind of exaggerated block uplift, very strong body, but full of a sense of strength.

Mo Beiting was touched by her so that he had no temper. His muscles were tense, and the veins on the back of his hands and forehead were tense!

It feels like it's going to blow up.

He looked at her condescending, teeth grinding Zhanzhan voice, "Shen Yiqiao, his own fire, will be responsible for putting out."

Yi Qiao later had a deep understanding of the extended meaning of his words.

She felt that her body was no longer her own.

It's no exaggeration to say that we have to change the sheets the next day.

Yi Qiao was tossed very late to bed, and the next morning she was picked up by Mo Beiting to run. She was so sleepy that she was carried to the bathroom by Mo Beiting to take a bath.

In the mirror, her eyes were swollen like two walnuts, there were several broken skin on her lips, and her right earlobe was sucked red and purple!

The hair is in a mess.

The whole image is terrible!

Mo Beiting squeezed toothpaste on the toothbrush and put it into her hand. Looking at her eyes, he said, "did you sleep well last night?"

good.

Although she woke up on the way, this is the first night after her grandfather passed away that she didn't take sleeping pills!

Yes, naturally.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Mo Beiting laughed wantonly, twisted his fingers on her lips, and teased her naked, "after that, come every night?"

Yi Qiao's expressionless face moved.

She remembered the last time she took sleeping pills. When Yan Jin came to check her up, Mo Beiting said that she was deprived of insomnia.

After washing, Mo Beiting took her to the restaurant downstairs.

Breakfast is ready.

Millet porridge, eggs, milk, with a few vegetables fried!

Mo Beiting opens the dining stool for Yi Qiao.

A middle-aged woman with an apron came out of the kitchen carrying vegetables, "three little, little lady, you try it. If it doesn't taste good, I'll change it tomorrow."

Yi Qiao looks at Mo Beiting.

Mo Beiting calmly for her clip a chopsticks, she did not like to eat cauliflower, "let elder sister after responsible for three meals."

The dishes made by Rong Jie are very delicious. They are no worse than the star chefs outside. Mo Beiting should have spared no effort to select them.

Yi Qiao has no appetite. If you see the cauliflower piled up in the bowl like a hill, you can't eat it any more!

Half eaten, put down the chopsticks.

Elder sister Rong asked: "young lady, is the dish not suitable for the taste?"

"I have no appetite this morning."

Let elder sister quickly swept an eye her earlobe, immediately clear.

It's cool today. Yiqiao is wearing a high necked sleeveless sweater, but the marks on her ears and lips can't be covered.

Yi Qiao is embarrassed by Rong Jie.

Mo Beiting motioned sister Rong to go down.