Naughty Reborn Cute Wife

At this time, there was a steady and powerful sound of footsteps outside the door.

Almost in the next second, the door of the study was pushed open.

Luo Luo's heart clattered. It's too late to leave now, so she had to deal with all changes with constancy.

When Mo lengqing pushes the door in, she sees the girl sitting in front of her computer. Her cold facial features are covered with ice.

"What are you doing?" His dark eyes were cold without any temperature.

Mo Leng Qing came forward, but found that the girl was just sitting in front of his keyboard, her mellow fingers poking at the mechanical keyboard.

"Naogong, I'm playing the piano." Luo Luo tilted his head, raised a pair of clear and smart eyes, looked at the man in front of him, and poked with his fingers, "it's fun to poke."

Ink cold Qing Mou Guang looked at the computer desktop, see the computer still stay lock screen interface, the bottom of my heart was relieved.

The fierce coldness in the light of the eyes gradually faded away.

"Nao Gong, you're not out. How come you're back?" Luo Luoxing's eyes blinked and pursed. Suddenly her eyes brightened, "ah, I know, naogong, you want to play the piano with me!"

"come on, let's play the piano together!" Luo Luo drags Mo lengqing's arm and wants to pull him to his arms.

Thinking of the content in the computer, Mo lengqing is a little distracted. When she pulls her, Mo lengqing is a little unsteady. Out of body inertia, she directly presses the girl under her body.

Only belong to the male, the tobacco flavor mixed with the masculine atmosphere will Luoluo thick package.

At the moment, Mo lengqing's powerful arm is on the top of the girl's head, and her tall body completely covers her small body under her body. The tip of their nose is opposite, and their faces are magnified countless times in each other's eyes.

Just a little move, you'll touch each other's lips.

The atmosphere, for a moment, became a little ambiguous.

The temperature seems to have picked up.

"Lengqing Luo Luo... "

When they looked back, they saw the old man with crutches outside the door. His face was a little red, but he was smiling.

From the old man's point of view, the picture is: the precious grandson of his own family is pressing down his granddaughter-in-law to force others

"Leng Qing, it's still in broad daylight. At least we should close the door. As a young master of Mohism, we should pay attention to the image."

"Grandfather..." Mo lengqing wants to explain something --

"I won't disturb you two."

The old man left on crutches with a smile.

God, it's not what he thought!

Luo Luo is going to be crazy. No wonder the old man gives her warm and cold advice and medicine these days. So it is!

Mo Leng Qing leaves from Luo Luo's body, with a straight face, "in the future, don't come to the study."

"Why?" Luo Luo's little body is lying on the mechanical keyboard, two small hands hold firmly, "I want to play the piano!"

"This keyboard is for you. Will you hold it every day?" Mo lengqing holds Luo luoti like a chicken.

Tone as kindergarten teachers coax children like, with a bit helpless.

This is the first time Luo Luo has seen Mo lengqing speak in this tone.

It is estimated that the face of a little fool is no discount.

"All right." Luo Luo embraces the keyboard in his arms and nods if something happens.

So, Luo Luo is so held out of the study by Mo Leng Qing with the keyboard.