My Little Mom is the Richest

At this time, Mu Qingcheng had obviously just finished taking a shower. She was only wrapped in a white bathrobe, and her wet chestnut hair was wrapped around her head. It was obviously not completely dry, and there were continuous drops of water running down her sideburns. The roots of the ears shed.

And Mu Qingcheng seemed to be happily seeing him like this. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, but she showed a look of grief and anger on the surface. While wrapping her bathrobe tightly, she accused Mu Qiu: "I didn't expect you to be like this. Little dead child."

Mu Qiu remained indifferent.

"You Liu Xiahui!"

Mu Qiu's face was indifferent.

"You don't lift it!"

Mu Qiu smiled without saying a word.

"You are not a man!"

There was a chill in Mu Qiu's eyes, she raised her head to look at her sister, squinted and said: "Do you want to feel whether I am a man?"

Mu Qiu immediately slapped her hand on her face covered with black lines, and screamed, "I shouldn't believe you."

"Hahahahahahaha..." My sister's face was filled with the joy of victory, then she dragged the quilt into it and hugged Mu Qiu tightly: "Stop teasing you, I'm going to sleep, I'm sleepy."

"Yeah." Mu Qiu put away the phone and turned off the light, and the room suddenly plunged into darkness.

In the dark bedroom, the breathing of the siblings was clear and audible, and suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Mu Qiu opened her eyes slightly, and her sister's body shook abruptly. She raised her head nervously and asked Mu Qiu in a low voice, "Who is it?"

The door opened, and a little head poked in. It was Lan Ling. She was wearing a white silk pajamas. As soon as she came in, she couldn't wait to pounce on Mu Qiu's body, and gave Mu Qiu a dreadful one by one. Then she rubbed his face with her nose and said, "Husband, tonight. I sleep with you."

Mu Qiu raised her brows and asked, "Where are Feifei and the others?"

"Hey, they are chatting with Mengmeng, you are mine tonight, come on husband, the night is long, you can't waste it~"

Hidden beneath Lan Ling's pompous appearance is the heart of a female hooligan. Mu Qiu has understood this since they were drunk that night. If it was normal, Mu Qiu wouldn't mind fighting Lan Ling for three hundred rounds. However, Now my sister is still hiding in the closet, Mu Qiu can see the slightly opened closet seams from the corner of her eyes, as well as her sister's slightly narrowed eyes.

And... well, the sound of teeth grinding.

Lan Ling was taken aback, and said blankly: "What sound?"

When the sound of grinding his teeth was small, Mu Qiu said with a haha, "There is no sound, you heard it wrong."

"Really." Lan Ling didn't care, and instead rubbed Mu Qiu's face with his little nose: "Okay, husband."

Mu Qiu pondered for a while, and said, "Um...Yes, but should I go to another room?"

Lan Ling asked, "It's nice to be here."

No, I don't want to be watched by my sister. ,, ..