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

  Zhao Meng fell heavily on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling and said, "I can't afford this sofa."

  Be aware that I fell into the pit, covered in mud, and now I was lying on the sofa. This sofa was 80% scrapped. She had a few sets of numbers in her mind. If she remembers correctly, his sofa is very expensive.

   "Wow." With a sound, Mo Qiu's figure disappeared in front of her.

  Waiting for her to sit up, Mo Qiu ran forward and stretched out her hand to tear her clothes to pieces.

   "Hey, hello." Upon seeing this, Zhao Meng kept stepping back and protecting herself.

  Unexpected strength, as big as a cow! After a few strokes, he stripped her naked, reached out to hug her, walked toward the bathroom, and threw her into the bathtub.

   "Plop." With a sound, water splashed on her face.

  I saw Mo Qiu squatting on the side, reaching for the towel, clasping her arm with one hand, and wiping it for her.

   "Take a shower first." Mo Qiu said, he wiped her, hands around, for some reason, suddenly fell on her neck, slowly came down to her chest.

  His big palm is over, and a hundred solemnly cleans her.

"Why is it so small? I remember it was not so small last time." Mo Qiu said while rubbing, and stretched out his hand in front of her to make an action: "I remember, it was difficult to hold the palm last time! ."

   "Slap." Zhao Meng was so angry that he slapped him.

  Mo Qiu's face was missed, and water drops dripped on his face.

  Zhao Meng was so angry that her chest was constantly rising and falling. What was her nerves that made her miss him so much, and ran back to see him! Regardless of identity and face! But what is this man talking about?

   Still touching her breasts, kissing her, and then saying that her **** shrank?

  As a woman, it’s a shame to be criticized for having a small chest?

   "I..." Seeing his face being missed and the drops of water dripping, Zhao Meng was a little scared! Thinking he was angry, would she be divided?

  There are N possibilities in her mind! Don't get angry, take her to do the experiment, and finally make her become Yinger! Oh my God, it's scary to think about it.

   "No, I didn't hit you on purpose." Zhao Meng hurriedly sat up straight and said softly.

  Mo Qiu stretched out his hand to wipe the drops of water on his face, turned to look at her, and reached out to quickly clasp her wrist.

   "Take it lightly." Zhao Meng saw it and felt over! He must break her wrist, now she just wants to die lightly! Don't want to be too painful.

  Moqiu reached out and touched her palm, and asked: "Does it hurt?"

   "Huh?" Zhao Meng didn't feel the pain, but was asked, "Does it hurt?" She was dumbfounded.

  Don’t ask to lower your head, kiss her palm, reach out to touch her wet hair, and whisper: “It’s all red, it must be painful, right?”

   "Uh!" Zhao Meng didn't have the guts to respond, feeling baffled.

  She should do it, she is guilty of conscience! It shouldn't, and it's not suitable.

  It was her who hit someone, and he actually asked her if it hurts, which was irrational.

  "Next time you want to fight, tell me in advance! I'll do it myself." Moqiu said, raised his hand, pulled it to the right, and said to her: "That's it, I'll fight for you."

  Zhao Meng listened, the tears from the previous stubbornness rolled down inexplicably.

   "Don't ask." Zhao Meng knelt in the bathtub, stretched out his hand to hug his neck, hung his body in his arms, and kept holding him and said: "I miss you, I really miss you."

  Listening to her, Moqiu’s big palm fell on her waist, swimming gently, listening to her quietly.