Madame General, Don’t Aggravate Me!

At sunset, under the testimony of all the soldiers, Su Biluo was soft and hard, and he just climbed up to Mo Zichen's Chitu Tengxue BMW and sat in Mo Zichen's arms.

When Mo Zichen drove the horse out of the training ground, Su Biluo smiled against the wind and became a flower.

The cold wind was cold, blowing three thousand green silk like ink, the cold of the bones struck, and the faint snowflakes fell sporadically, but Su Biluo didn't feel cold, she leaned in Mo Zichen's arms, feeling the unprecedented warm.

"It's snowing. This is the first snow in winter, is it?" Su Biluo's eyes swarmed with surprise light, like crystal stars.

Mo Zichen didn't speak, but suddenly let out his left hand, wrapped around Su Biluo's waist, and pulled Su Biluo closer, and the cloak almost completely covered Su Biluo's body.

Su Biluo smiled and turned back to press his kiss on his sturdy chin. Mo Zichen suddenly throbbed and angered: "Don't move! Then dare to tease this general, be careful that I kick you off. General do as promised!"

Su Biluo puckered up small mouth, turned her head back, unhappy.

She really didn't dare to make it, and the bones that Mo Zichen fell a few days ago still faintly hurt.

"One thing is unknown, I want to ask!" Su Biluo suddenly asked.

"Shut up! Let's go back to the house!" Mo Zichen urged the horse to run quickly, and Su Biluo had to be silent again, but she had a new idea in her heart.

After returning to the General's Mansion, Mo Zichen threw the horse to Xiaoyu and took it to the stable, then went back to the study, and never looked at Su Biluo more.

Su Biluo was not angry, and ran back to the room, instructing Yingyue to wait for her to take a shower, and then let the painting go to the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous dinner, and then take a few pots of wine.

The two girls walked by their words.

After Su Biluo took a bath, put on a clean skirt, he carried the meal, twisted the wine, came to the study, and pushed in the door.

The snow drifted in winter and became thicker and thicker, and Su Biluo closed the door of the room, keeping the wind and snow outside.

After she put down the food and drink, she began to raise the stove in the room and cut the candle wick again. The entire study seemed to be warm and bright all at once.

Mo Zichen had just finished his bath, and just walked out after simply putting on a robe. Seeing Su Biluo at first glance, it didn't seem to be a surprise. If he thought for a moment, he sat on the kang couch knee-crossed.

Su Biluo gave birth to a small surprise in her heart. She didn't drive her away. She quickly sat cross-legged across from him, holding a pot of warm wine for him.

"Speak, what is the plot?" Mo Zichen asked while eating and drinking.

Su Biluo took a sip of his own wine, strengthened his courage, and then smiled and said: "Drunk you up, and then the tyrant bows hard, and cooks raw rice with raw rice, so that you can only like me." "

"Poof--" Mo Zichen spewed out all the wine he had drunk.

"Cough-" He choked straight.

Su Biluo quickly ran over, patted his back, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief: "Oh, Xiang Gong, don't drink so urgently, although I want to intoxicate you, I have to instill slowly, how can there be So anxious? "

Mo Zichen swept her away and pointed at him, crying and laughing: "Who's in a hurry? You woman, have never seen you as shameless than you."

"Hey, let me see you." Su Biluo suddenly motivated Mo Zichen's chin and kissed decisively.

Mo Zichen moved her face away, and she chased her until she pressed him on the warm kang. Mo Zichen might be suffocating, and her teeth were loosened. Su Biluo ’s tongue suddenly unblocked and entangled with him together.