Chapter 467

"Wait a minute." Mo Beicheng has already pulled Nan Qiao up the stairs.

"I'll keep it warm in the pan."

Nanqiao was pinched up the stairs by Mo Beicheng.

Women's pace is not as good as men's, especially, Nanqiao still wears high heels.

At first, Mo Beicheng gave in to her. Later, he started directly and twisted her upstairs.

I went upstairs.

In the corridor where sister GUI couldn't see her looking up, Mo Beicheng took Nanqiao's waist and pressed her on the wall with a heavy kiss.

The muscles of his whole body were tight, including that part, of course.

The back is slightly arched, like a cheetah with some slender and vigorous texture ready to go.

Nanqiao was so breathless by his kiss that he tilted his head back slightly and was forced to pull back by Mo Beicheng holding his chin.

The man's face in the light, handsome cool, eyebrows and eyes all over the beautiful lust.

He stared at her, reached out, twisted the doorknob of the room behind her, and pushed her in.

This is a guest room.

Because there was no one to live in all the year round, and there was no quilt or sheet on the bed, Mo Beicheng pressed her on the door, and the overwhelming kisses fell on her lips, face, eyes, forehead and nose.

Nanqiao frowned and glared at him in protest. He must be red.

Mo Beicheng's breathing became heavier and heavier. He picked her up, pressed her on the door, leaned over and buried her head.

"No," said Nanjo, pushing him. "I'm hungry."

"Well," murmured Mo Beicheng, "I'll eat it after I've finished. It's very fast."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

She was left in bed by a man.

He leaned over her and rubbed the tip of her nose. His voice was mellow and powerful, and his breath was a little confused: "did you miss me during this period of time?"

"Yes."

Mo Beicheng kisses her again, "how much do you think?"

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

This kind of thing, also can't measure cup a precise scale, how do you think? How to answer.

"Well... I think so."

Mo Beicheng was obviously not satisfied with the answer. He bit her on the lip, saw her frown in pain, and gave her a soothing kiss. "I really want to know how much I think."

He probably also felt that he was making trouble out of nothing, and some frustration left a few red marks on her neck.

Nanqiao is good at pushing him, "I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Yes."

Mo Beicheng answered vaguely, took her hand and pressed it on his shirt button: "help me."

Nanqiao's hands holding his buttons were soft and trembling, and he finally untied them.

Her fingertips were cool, quite different from the hot temperature of his body.

Mo Beicheng stares at her, and his head is tight because of her actions. When she unbuttons her shirt, he has already started to act

After tossing, Nanqiao was so hungry that she couldn't even raise her hand. She leaned over and buried her head in the soft quilt, whimpering and complaining, "you said it would be soon."

Mo Beicheng saw that she was very tired and pursed her lips. "I'm sorry, I haven't touched meat for a long time. I can't help it for a moment."

Nanqiao couldn't help staring at him again.

Mo Beicheng took a long breath and pressed her head back into the quilt. "Don't look, you can't get out of bed."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

Hooligans.

It looks abstinent. They're all liars.

Mo Beicheng changed his clothes and fished Nanqiao out of bed. "Get up, aren't you hungry? Go down to eat."

"Full, no more."

She's tired.

I'm so tired. I want to sleep.

Mo Beicheng pressed her stomach, a bad smile: "here?"

"Go away."

After dinner, Nanqiao went back to his room to sleep. Mo Beicheng went to his study to deal with the documents and explained his work in the afternoon.

Back to the room, South Joe sleep just right, side body, quilt small together a piece.

Mo Beicheng's heart suddenly became soft. Before he met Nanqiao, he never thought that he would skip class one day.

Moreover, there are many times.

He slowed down, looked at her for a moment, lifted the quilt and lay in from the other side.

Nanqiao's whole body was wrapped in the quilt. His body was hot. His hands were cold. As soon as he touched the skin on her waist, he woke her up.

The woman turned around a bit hazy, saw him, suddenly collapsed face, "good sleepy, don't make trouble."

"Well," Mo Beicheng held her in his arms and put his body close to her back: "you sleep, I don't disturb you."