Chapter 178

Yi Qiao embraces his neck, "I haven't eaten yet."

"That's what I deserve," Mo Beiting said softly. "I'll eat it later."

He felt that sooner or later he would be suffocated by Shen Yiqiao.

Married, not married!

A full meal and a hungry meal.

Because of her body, I dare not move too much!

The more I think about it, the more I bend. I hold her arms tightly. I look at her frowning with pain, but I dare not to speak. The joyful corner of his lips shows that he is in a very happy mood.

The door of the master bedroom is open. Mo Beiting kicks it open and presses Yi Qiao into the soft quilt.

Mo Beiting stood above her, breathing a little tight. His eyes were dark and deep. He raised his hand and pulled the two buttons of his shirt. "Shen Yiqiao, it's the Lu family's business. This is the last time I can help you."

Long hair covered her face, Yi Qiao looked at him, "third brother..."

She wanted to say "I'm sorry" to him, but he shouldn't be bothered about the Lu family.

But one more time, she will still ask in front of him, Lu Ran's matter, she can't handle!

When Mo Beiting saw that she wanted to talk but stopped, he obviously misunderstood her meaning. His gloomy face was full of anger. "You have to dare to come to me for the Lu family's mess again..."

He didn't say the following words. He just sealed her lips with force, and the kiss was extremely rude, which was completely different from his usual intense but affectionate style.

Yi Qiao felt uncomfortable and stepped back a little.

He pulled it back and buckled it again.

The strength is a bit heavier than just now!

This is a very uncomfortable but exhausting affair. After it is over, Yi Qiao is lying on the bed and has no strength to eat.

She half narrowed her eyes, and the beautiful halo in front of her eyes had not completely dissipated.

Mo Beiting got up and put on his nightgown. "Get up and eat."

"Don't want to move, don't want to eat."

Mo Beiting stopped wearing his belt and raised his eyebrows. "Don't you want to move or don't you want to eat?"

"Don't want to move," she complained of staring at him: "pain."

"I used something," Mo Beiting motioned for the black bottle on the bedside table, leaned over to her ear, and gave an ambiguous blow: "the pain is because I don't do much, just like my hand. If I grind out a cocoon, it won't hurt."

"Third brother, can you be more generous?"

"Yes, I'll try again after dinner," Mo Beiting got up. "What would you like to eat?"

Yi Qiao face floats up a regiment to blush, conveniently take a pillow to hit him, "don't talk with me."

Mo Beiting thought of that time in Royal No.1, Yi Qiao tore her clothes in public. At that time, her face was just numb and cold.

Now I know how shy I am!

He thought a Yang, bent over her lips printed a kiss, "good, tired to sleep."

After Mo Beiting came downstairs, Yi Qiao forced herself to take a bath.

Come out and see a unread SMS on the mobile phone!

It was made by Lu ran.

You can see the opening paragraph.

"I'm sorry, Yiqiao. I let my parents and you down."

Yiqiao, please.

"You're right. I'm the one who defiled my brother."

It's not long.

Between the words, there was nothing wrong. Yi Qiao thought of Mo Beiting's saying that Lu ran should go to the army, and then replied, "I'll go to Lu's house to find you tomorrow."

Lu ran didn't reply.

Yi Qiao turned off the screen of her mobile phone and looked at the dark lines on the curtain.

She has not completely recovered from her cold. She is dizzy and uncomfortable!

This body

It's really bad.

Mo Beiting came up quickly, put the bowl on the dresser, and went to hold Yiqiao.

Yi Qiao slightly disgusted, carrying the clear soup and plain noodles in the bowl, "this is definitely not made by Rong Jie. Mo Beiting, you can't even bear to put an egg for me."

"Eggs?"

Mo Beiting raised her eyebrows and asked calmly, as if it was because of her complaint. But Yiqiao felt that there was a certain evil smile in his eyes.

She lowered her head to eat noodles.

It's made by Mo Beiting. It's not delicious, but it's of enough weight.

After eating half a bowl, she couldn't eat any more.

Mo Beiting: no more

"Full."

He took a deep look at her and saw that she really couldn't eat any more. Then he "en" gave a sound, took Yi Qiao to the bed and pulled the quilt to wrap her tightly.

"Sleep."

Yi Qiao thought, fortunately, he didn't use the diligence and frugality of the army to demand himself, otherwise, he would have died.