A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

  Qiming's hand froze in the air, watching the phone fall from the table.

  He turned to look at Ouyang, only to see her reaching out to take something, he immediately rushed forward and handed it forward for her, forcing himself to smile very "cheaply".

   "Actually, I don't like women, just an analogy."

  Ouyang listened, holding a pillow cushion behind his back, leaning there, holding the bracelet on his chest, and staring at him.

"and then?"

  Qiming has 10,000 kinds of urges to jump off the building, how can such a thing be said? He now wants to erase all the memories of people all over the world!

  The past is unbearable. When you were "young", who did not make a mistake?

  Cough, the point is that the other party he made the mistake is "Mo Yanchen", and I feel a bump on the ground after thinking about it.

   "I'm afraid you will misunderstand, the women nowadays can do anything if they want to destroy other people's families." Qiming said.

  Ouyang yawned and his eyelids were fighting. If she hadn't waited for him to come back, she would have fallen asleep.

   "Can you sleep?" she asked.

  Qiming listened, immediately climbed to her side, reached out his hand to take out the pillow for her, helped her lie down, his hand propped his forehead, staring at her face.

   "It's beautiful." He couldn't help but compliment her.

  Ouyang was said by him, and she reached out and touched her face: "It seems to be fat."

   "Neither fat nor fat, this is already very beautiful." Qiming said.

   "Go to sleep." She said, lying on her side, but looking at the table in her eyes, she felt Qiming's careful behavior.

  She rolled over and reached out to hug him from behind him.

   "You seem to be afraid of me. Actually, you don't have to be so cautious, good night."

  Qiming was held by her, how could he "good night", his body was very hot, his breathing was rapid, his muscles were tense, and his hands clung to the sheets tightly.

  Not long after, Ouyang couldn't resist and fell asleep.

  Qiming didn't dare to move, until she fell asleep, he turned over to look at her, and could not fall asleep for a long time.

  In the middle of the night, Mo Wen chased him, and there was no one around him.

   "I know you are here, come out." Mo Wen stood in the dark and said to the air.

  His voice kept echoing, but no one paid any attention to him.

  The moonlight shone on him, pulling his slender figure slender. He strode forward, elegant but fast, but he could not find the figure.

   "You come out, let's talk."

   "That person, I know you killed it."

   But no matter what he says, the answer to him is air.

  She was standing under the bridge, her body pressed to one side, her little hand gripped the stone split nervously, and she looked up at the flowing water underneath.

   "Hello." Mo Wen received the call, and his chasing pace stopped.

  After that, he said a word before hanging up the phone.

   Without saying anything, she turned around and left. After a long time, she turned over from the bottom of the bridge and reached out to cover her injured arm. After taking two steps, she saw a figure flashing out in front of her.

   "I knew you were here." Mo Wen walked out of the darkness.

  He didn't leave, he asked Mo Qiu to call the call, and she was recruited.

   "What do you want to do?" She clutched her arms, took two steps back, keeping a distance from him.

  She knows well that she is not his opponent!

   "You are injured." He looked at her in a bad spirit, and he was holding his arm, probably because he was injured.

   "This is my business."

  Mo Wen strode forward, reaching out and clasping her shoulders: "Follow me back."

   "Why?" She backed away, pushed her to the side by Mo Wen, lowered her head and kissed, swallowing all the shouts she had just said.