Warm marriage, my domineering president

28. Moved to the master bedroom Qiao Mosheng entered his study for the first time.

The study room is very large, next to it is a large mahogany bookshelf, which is full of bustling books, on the other side is a set of brown-red leather sofa, potted plants, and a coffee table. On the coffee table are two vases with The flowers cut from the garden are well preserved, and the petals are still plump at night.In the middle is a huge mahogany desk, covered with tall documents. He was sitting in the center of the desk and reading the documents. After she came in, he didn't lift his head.

She walked in and smiled, "Brother."

He still didn't raise his head, as if he had already guessed it was her: "What's the matter?"

Qiao Mosheng paused, walked a few steps, put his hands on the desk, and said with a smile: "The housekeeper said that you asked someone to move all the things in my room to the master bedroom. I thought what you said last night was just a joke."

Jian Shenyang glanced at her tender little hands, raised her eyes and said lightly, "I never joke."

"Ah? But—" Qiao Mosheng was stunned for a moment. When he was in the car, he was obviously fine, so why is he so indifferent now?

He pursed his lips and interrupted her very directly and irresistibly: "No but, go out."

After speaking, he continued to look down at the document.

Qiao Mosheng shouted: "Brother..."

In the past, she would have gone out immediately because she was a little afraid of her, but now she has figured it out, she is not afraid of him, and he is not a difficult person to approach except that he is a little colder.

He glanced at her and said lightly: "It's okay if you don't want to move back, as long as you have a reason that can convince me, I will let you move out of the master bedroom."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mosheng paused, bowed his head and did not answer.

"Huh? What's the reason?"

Qiao Mosheng couldn't find a reason.

They were originally husband and wife, and it was only natural for them to share the same bed.

Jian Shenyang glanced at her, "Go out if you can't find a reason, and don't bother me."

Qiao Mosheng tried to persuade him: "But why did you ask me to move back? Didn't you ask me to move out before?"

"Now I've changed my mind." After finishing speaking, his thin lips seemed to curl up, and his eyes narrowed dangerously: "So, you are complaining about me, and you shouldn't have been asked to move out before?"

Qiao Mosheng shook his head and sneered: "I just don't understand why you want me to move back again."

"Don't understand? Then let me teach you?" He got up with a half smile, and walked over. Qiao Mosheng didn't understand what he was going to do. When he turned to look at him, he was already approaching step by step. It was on the desk, trapped between his arms.

When she raised her eyes, she almost met his handsome face with her head down, and their lips almost touched, she hurriedly lowered her head, smiled, trying to adjust the atmosphere, "Brother——"

As soon as she opened her mouth, her chin was gently pinched, and she was forced to raise her small face, and his small mouth was kissed by him.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately forgot how to respond.

And his kisses are familiar and willful, strong, domineering and domineering, curling her tongue, fiddled with it repeatedly.

Qiao Mosheng came back to his senses, and pushed him resistingly: "Mmmmmm..."

But instead of pushing her away, he hugged her tightly, with predatory lips and tongue, forcibly snatching her breath, his strong thigh squeezed between her thighs, and the other big hand #已给灯#.