Chapter 353

With a fierce and powerful state.

A pair of lips tightly pursed, eyes staring at her fretting lips.

Nanqiao thought he wanted to kiss her or hold her, but he didn't. when Mo Beicheng passed by the dresser, he took a big box and unpacked it as he walked. When Nanqiao was in front of him, it showed its face.

It's Apple's Iwatch model. He holds Nanqiao's hand and puts it on her wrist skillfully and forcefully. "Next time I don't answer the phone, I can only open the location for you."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

"Have you eaten yet? I asked sister GUI to cook you some sago. "

Nanjo bent his eyes, which means: do you know anything so feminine about Simmy?

She thought that the only snacks Mo Beicheng knew were pumpkin porridge, corn porridge and mung bean porridge

Mo Beicheng snorted and passed her down the stairs.

Simmy is warm, mixed with a variety of fruits, served in a crystal bowl, looking very appetite.

Mo Beicheng was not interested in desserts and sat on the sofa watching TV.

After eating, they went upstairs together. Because they didn't listen to the doctor's advice, they had sex in a short period of time, leading to a slight inflammatory infection in the wound. Mo Beicheng had to postpone taking a bath for a few days. He simply wiped it with a towel, but he was in a bad mood and his face smelled.

Nanqiao is tired all day today, and his whole body aches, especially the shoulder neck and butterfly bone.

She half lies on the bed to read a book, from time to time the back hands knead several times.

Several times later, Mo Beicheng put down her mobile phone and gently kneaded her shoulder.

But the word "gently" is totally different in the concepts of men and women. He is not the kind of man who has numerous experiences in the world. Massage is the first time, not to mention finding the right position, even if his strength is not well grasped.

Nanqiao snorted in pain, rolled around with the thin blanket, looked up, frowned and glared at him in protest.

Mo Beicheng's hand is still in the air, sorry to say: "sorry, it's heavy."

"I thought you were trying to crush me like a mosquito."

Nanqiao hardly has any humor cells. It's the first time that she can say such a sentence.

Mo Beicheng said with a smile: "I would like to, but such a big mosquito has to be pinched to death."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

She turned her back and ignored him. She was not in the mood of reading, so she turned off the lamp on her side and went to bed.

When Mo Beicheng saw that she was ready to go to bed, he turned off the light on his side and lay down with his hands around the woman's soft waist.

Strong chest from the back of the stick up, South Joe can feel the man's hot body temperature.

He bit her ear from behind and said in a low voice, "I want you."

The ready desire was clearly against her.

Nanqiao put aside his hand, turned around in his arms, looked at him seriously, "don't do anything nonsense."

The curtain is drawn and the light is off.

It was so dark in the room that he couldn't see her face. He could only imagine her expression at the moment by listening to the tone.

Even so, Mo Beicheng looked at Nanqiao deeply, raised his hand and knocked her head: "sleep."

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Nanqiao was really tired. He was held by Mo Beicheng and soon fell asleep.

Although her sleep is sometimes good and sometimes bad, it's much better than insomnia for a long time in the past, but it's easy to wake up.

Even a small voice can make her wake up from a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night.

Nanqiao wakes up from her deep sleep again. She opens her eyes and her brain suddenly wakes up. There is no haze just waking up.

Habitually reach out and touch the side of the body.

It's cold.

Third brother is not here?

Nanqiao turns on the light, and Mo Beicheng's Nightgown is casually put on the single sofa opposite. His shoes are not there, and there is no movement in the bathroom.

She got up and went to the balcony. In the garden downstairs, Mo Beicheng's car was not there.

Nanqiao's long eyebrows twisted deeply.

But she is not the kind of hysterical woman who checks her husband's bed in the middle of the night and thinks wildly without seeing anyone. She stands on the balcony for a few seconds and turns to the bedroom.

In winter, her silk nightgown, even in the air-conditioned room without a quilt, is freezing, let alone the cold wind wanton balcony.

Nanqiao rubbed his arm, lifted the quilt and lay back on the bed, then picked up the book he read before going to bed.

The cell phone rings.

Nanqiao did not immediately put down the book to pick it up. Instead, she looked at the caller ID. when she saw the word "aunt Lu", her loosened eyebrow tightened again.