Cool Treasure from Heaven: Mo Shaoxi as Father

Yin Moran came out of the bathroom feeling a little dizzy.

He washed his hands, rubbed his swollen temples, looked at himself in the mirror, and took a deep breath.

The wine that I drank with Father Qiao today was a special wine from Yuncheng. It was soft in the mouth, but easy to drink.

It seems that he is a bit incapable of drinking.

Yin Moran didn't think deeply, and after drying his hands, he didn't rush back to the private room, but walked to the safe passage, ready to smoke a cigarette to refresh himself.

In the quiet corridor of the clubhouse, the white lights cast a little bit of halo.

At the corner, there was a slender figure walking forward with a tray in his hand.

Graceful figure, graceful figure, soft and peaceful profile.
Yin Moran's eyes glanced inadvertently, and the figure striding forward suddenly stopped.

The pupils of the black eyes dilated instantly, and his breathing froze.

that woman
Is it her?
That slender figure, that soft profile, overlapped with the figure in his memory.

Qiao Xixian!
Is it Qiao Xixian?
Yin Moran didn't have time to think about it, and with his long legs, he chased after the man.

After turning the corner, the figure of a woman is not far away.

She held a tray in her hand, and her hair was tied up high, revealing her slender neck.

A dark overalls wrapped her figure exquisitely.

The waist is full of grip, and the long straight legs are straight.
Qiao Xixian's walking back flashed in Yin Moran's mind.

His throat rolled unconsciously, and his heart beat violently.

"Axian, is that you? Axian!"

Yin Moran cried out unconsciously, with the wind blowing under his feet, he wished that three steps would become two steps.

The woman in front seemed to have heard the voice, stopped slightly, turned sideways, glanced at Yin Moran, and then pushed open the door of the private room in front of her.

that profile
Yin Moran only felt that his breath was being grabbed by someone.

He was right!
Who is that profile if it's not Qiao Xixian!

Qiao Xixian. Is she not dead?

Yin Moran's black eyes were even darker, and countless emotions were stirring in his heart.

With long legs and big strides, he walked quickly to the door of the private room, and pushed open the door of the private room forcefully.

Luxurious decoration, exquisite layout, melodious music flowing in the space, and sweet fragrance, refreshing.

This is a fine private room.

There is a screen in the middle of the room, from which the graceful figure of a woman is looming.

Yin Moran's sexy throat rolled slightly, and his black eyes fixed on the figure behind the screen, slowly approaching step by step.

"Axian, is that you? Come out!"

Is it her?
Is it her?

Is she really alive?

If she didn't die, where did she go all these years?

Why doesn't it show up?

Yin Moran's thoughts were excited, and a heart in his chest seemed to be jumping out.

Three steps, two steps, one step.
Yin Moran stopped in front of the screen, watching the woman behind the screen move slowly, and poked her head out to look at him.

Smooth forehead, delicate eyebrows, rosy lips, small chin.
Who is this face if it's not Qiao Xixian!

Yin Moran's breathing stagnated, his black eyes were deeply fixed on the woman's body, he opened his mouth, and wanted to call out the word "Axian", but finally he couldn't make a sound as if he lost his voice.

There are countless emotions rolling in my heart.

Excited, delighted, relieved.
She is not dead!
Very good!
Qiao Xixian is not dead!
Yin Moran took a step forward, and immediately hugged her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Axian, you are still alive!"

There was a trace of forbearance in the deep voice, Yin Moran only felt that he was dreaming at this moment, making it difficult for him to tell the truth from the fake.

There was a burst of warmth from the hand, and the woman's delicate body was soft.

He is not dreaming.

This is real!

He really found Qiao Xixian!
The tip of the nose is full of the sweet and greasy aroma emanating from a woman's body.

Yin Moran only felt dizzy even more, and a strange feeling flashed in his heart.

"Axian, what kind of perfume are you wearing on your body? It smells so good."

Hearing this, the woman held in Yin Moran's arms had a glint in her eyes, she raised her hand to caress his back, feeling the man leaning against her increasingly heavy body, the corners of her mouth curled into a hook.

She supported Yin Moran who had closed his eyes, and walked him towards the small door behind the screen.

The door was pushed open, and there was a small guest room inside.

The woman helped Yin Moran onto the bed with difficulty, and let out a long breath.

Just about to turn around, a man's charming voice came from the door, "Axian, you did a good job."

The woman named Axian hurriedly turned around and bowed respectfully towards the visitor.

"Okay, it's none of your business here, step back."

The visitor glanced at Yin Moran who was on the bed, chuckled, and signaled the woman to back down.

The woman nodded respectfully, and when she walked to the door and saw Qiao Xiya coming in, she humbly bowed slightly towards her, and then closed the door gently after she exited.

Qiao Xiya looked at the figure of the leaving woman, and there was a glint in her eyes.

this woman
"Satisfied now?"

A man's low and charming voice sounded next to his ears, and he fell into the man's strong embrace with a light body.

Qiao Xiya's thoughts were pulled back in an instant, she raised her eyes to glance at the man's cold chin, and smiled coquettishly, "Well, thank you, brother."

"Thank me? It's not sincere to just say thank you verbally. Xiaoya, tomorrow is my birthday. You said that you will accompany me."

The man's big hands moved restlessly on Qiao Xiya's body, and there was a strong dark color in the raised peach eyes.

Qiao Xiya's beautiful almond eyes shone slightly, and her body became softer and softer because of the man's teasing.

She simply grabbed the man's neck, with a soft and charming voice, "I keep my word, isn't this here to accompany you?"

"Heh! Little thing, this is also called companionship? Obviously you want something from me! Now you don't pay attention to me more and more? Huh?"

The man has a more beautiful face than a woman, but his whole body has a gloomy aura, like a poisonous snake dormant in the dark all year round, which can kill people inadvertently.

His big hand caressed Qiao Xiya's plump body, exerting a little force, and there was a smile that was not a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"How can I have!"

Qiao Xiya was in pain, grabbed the man's slender fingers, and said delicately: "Brother, you hurt me!"

"Does it hurt? My Xiaoya is still so sensitive! Let my brother love you well in a while."

"Well, bro, take it easy!"

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Yin Moran had a dream.

In the dream, he hugged the gentle woman's delicate body, imprinting his own marks on her body over and over again.

Incomparably excited, he kissed the woman's soft red lips.

Who is she?
Ah Xian?
Ah Xian is back?
He made her his own woman?
No!
The person he loves now is Lin Qian!

How could he spend the spring night with Qiao Xixian!

Yin Moran opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the strange ceiling above his head, his thoughts froze for a moment.

dreaming?
It turned out to be a dream!
Yin Moran's throat rolled slightly, and just about to let go of his heart, he suddenly heard a woman's voice from beside him.

"Well, Brother Mo Ran, are you awake?"