That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

Qiao Jiao couldn't help seeing Mo Jinyu running away like a puppy chasing the fleshy bone, and burst out laughing.

"It's funny?" Mo Jinhuai said quietly.

Qiao Jiao laughed heartily, "It's funny, look at the hunger and thirst of Mo Jinyu and those two idiots, after tonight, I don't know where Qin Shenghan will hide next time."

"Well," the man leaned closer, "You seem to be very concerned about my brother, since you were a child."

"Of course, he and I grew up together." Qiao Jiao still didn't realize the crisis.

Mo Jinhuai was a little confused: "I also grew up with you, why don't you see me being kind to me?"

Qiao Jiao blinked her big almond eyes a few times, recalling the memory.

This man is... jealous of Mo Jinyu?

Can't...

How could he treat Mo Jinhuai the same as Mo Jinyu?

When he was young and ignorant, he was respectful and afraid of men, but when he grew up, he knew what love was. After a little enlightenment, he knew what he wanted for Mo Jinhuai.

From then on, he became more cautious towards men, so it was impossible for him to be as comfortable as when he was playing with Mo Jinyu.

Whenever Mo Jinhuai was present, he would pretend to be a good baby, for fear that Mo Jinhuai would find him unlovable or unlovable.

But he couldn't tell Mo Jinhuai about these different little feelings...

Qiao Jiao had no choice but to find other reasons to prevaricate: "Mo Jinyu is about the same age as me, and we have been close since childhood. Brother Huai, you are several years older than us. Rather than growing up together, it is better to say that you watched me grow up. Big, how can this be the same..."

"Is it different..."

Mo Jinhuai repeatedly smacked Qiao Jiao's words, and the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it became.

Just because it's different, you can easily call Mo Jinyu your husband, but to me... it's so reluctant, so laborious.

Mo Jinhuai recalled what Qiao Jiao and Qiao's mother said when they were young, and the childish voice of the boy's milk rang in his ears:

——"I like Xiaoyu, but I don't like Brother Huai, I feel fierce..."

Mo Jinhuai approached step by step: "So, you like Jinyu, but you don't like me, and you don't kiss me either."

Qiao Jiao was forced to back up, until his calf reached the edge of the sofa and he could not retreat, he said helplessly: "No... this liking, there are also differences.

The man was so close that Qiao Jiao had no choice but to rest his hands on Mo Jinhuai's chest. If he couldn't hold on, he would fall into the sofa.

Mo Jinhuai didn't seem to be asking casually, a pair of dark eyes locked on him.

Qiao Jiao felt that she was seen through by Mo Jinhuai for a moment, all her feelings were exposed, and there was no way to hide it.

When he was nervous, he said, "If you like Xiaoyu, you like your friends, but you..."

Mo Jinhuai narrowed her eyes: "Me?"

"You are not a friend..."

Qiao Jiao bit her lower lip and said after considering her sentence: "No one would do that kind of thing with a friend..."

"You mean sex? Love?" Mo Jinhuai didn't want to say it directly.

Qiao Jiao has long been used to the lower limit of a man's shame, but he still feels uncomfortable. His cheeks flushed and he turned away: "Can't you just say it..."

Even if he was bound to the demon system, he couldn't say that word.

Too, so shameless...

Mo Jinhuai didn't seem to understand: "I've already done it, why can't I say it?"

The man put his hands on Qiao Jiao's waist. The waist was too thin, and he didn't dare to force it with both hands, for fear of accidentally breaking it.

Qiao Jiao was pinched by Mo Jinhuai's waist, he trembled a little because of tickle, and fell backwards with his unsteady center of gravity.

And Mo Jinhuai was wearing a prosthetic limb, and his flexibility was not comparable to that of ordinary people. He also leaned forward when he was surrounded by Qiao Jiao. In fact, he could maintain his balance with a little effort, but he didn't want to...

The two "cracked" and fell into the sofa. The expensive full-leather sofa was extremely elastic, and there was no pain in it. The little ripples that should be there.

"Hmm..." Qiao Jiao's hum was full of ambiguity.

Originally, it was because of being pressed down by Mo Jinhuai that it felt heavy, but the two of them were stacked together like dominoes, and their bodies collided and rubbed against each other unavoidably, which made the humming sound a bit devious. People who hook it are itchy.

Qiao Jiao realized that the man had no intention of getting up after humming, and complained aggrievedly: "It's so heavy..."

"It's right to be heavy." The man lying on top simply pressed his body down again, "You have to get used to my weight."

Qiao Jiao: "..."

Why do you feel that this sounded lewd? ? ?

He wanted to move, but the two of them were too tight together, and the whole body would be moved by pulling one hair.

The man lying on top had deep eyes and a hoarse voice: "Jiaojiao, there is no one now, I will settle today's score with you."

"What account? No... There's no one there. This is in the living room, okay! Someone will pass by at any time!" Qiao Jiao pushed the lead-like man in vain, but couldn't move at all.

Mo Jinhuai didn't know what he grew up with. They are both males, so the difference in body size is too big. It's like two species from different planets!

Qiao Jiao thought this way, but he didn't know that it coincided with Mo Jinhuai's thoughts at this time.

The little body under him was delicate and fragile, even if he struggled hard, he couldn't escape his shackles at all.

Those two small wrists are so thin that you can hold them with one hand, I really want to push them to the top of Jiaojiao's head, and then do whatever I want...

Qiao Jiao didn't wait for the man's answer, but waited for a change in a certain place. He was so shocked by the familiar heat that he wanted to run away.

"Mo Jinhuai! Are you a male dog who can be in heat anytime, anywhere?! Why...how come..."

Qiao Jiao thumped a bit and found that she couldn't escape, so her two small fists hit Mo Jinhuai's chest harmlessly.

The man narrowed his eyes suddenly: "Why did you say 'again'?"

Qiao Jiao was taken aback.

Yes, why did he say "again"? !

Damn this uncontrollable mouth!

You can't tell Mo Jinhuai that he used his "true face" to spy on the whole process of the man doing it himself in his spiritual consciousness this morning...

Qiao Jiao changed the topic in a panic: "Don't you say you want to settle the score? What kind of score? What do I owe you again?!"

Mo Jinhuai just asked casually just now, and didn't intend to dig deep into a small word. Hearing Qiao Jiao's question, he turned his attention back: "Forget about calling other men your husband."

As soon as Qiao Jiao heard this, she felt wronged: "I didn't! I just told my dad to listen to it, and the rumors on the set were all fabricated by Su Yubai. Why can't you trust me once! I..."

"You can believe it." Mo Jinhuai nodded with deep understanding.

"Uh……"

The man replied so readily that Qiao Jiao choked.

When did Mo Jinhuai become so talkative?It used to be very difficult to explain things...

The system muttered in his mind: "Host, your man seems to be trying to trick you..."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Jinhuai said: "If you show some sincerity, I will naturally believe it."

"Oh, man..." The system sighed as if seeing through the world.

Qiao Jiao grumbled to Xixi: "You, what kind of sincerity do you want?"

Mo Jinhuai lowered his gaze, looked at the two "little strawberries" printed side by side on the boy's neck and said thoughtfully, "It's very simple, just prove who is your husband."

"..." Qiao Jiao felt that she had indeed been seriously tricked.

The tips of his ears were glowing a bright pink color from anger or embarrassment, and his body temperature was also rising.

"You are so red, it seems that you know how to prove it."

Mo Jinhuai's sexy thin lips drew out a perfect arc, Qiao Jiao couldn't resist at such a close distance, coupled with the electric current from the man's eyes, his neck immediately became numb.

Qiao Jiao said awkwardly: "I don't know..."

How to prove this?A man wouldn't want to make him...

"Jiaojiao," Mo Jinhuai licked his lips: "Whoever is your husband, you just take the initiative to kiss him and shout again."

He said calmly, but the man's expression was desperately implying: call me quickly!kiss me!

From the morning, Mo Jinhuai seemed to be obsessed, wanting Qiao Jiao to do this in front of him instead of through the cold monitor.

The system worriedly said: "Host, hurry up, your man is about to collapse, Patriarch Mo, can you be so naive? It's really worrying."

The redness of Qiao Jiao's ears has spread to her cheeks.

Shouting in front of the camera is still acceptable, but in front of a man, how can he yell...

But it seemed that Mo Jinhuai would be able to lie on his stomach and crush him until he died forever if he didn't shout out. This is in the living room, a dead man is shameless, and he still wants it!

Like a mosquito moaning, Qiao Jiao yelled reluctantly: "My husband..."

The soft voice was more pleasing than listening to it through a mobile phone. After the boy shouted, his face was completely flushed, and the sweet fragrance of his body became a little stronger. His whole body was like a piece of sweet candy, which made Mo Jinhuai want to bow his head very much. Lick it to see if it's sweet.

The man followed his heart, and really buried his head and took a sip.

so sweet...

Little things are really sweet!Why didn't I find out before?

Qiao Jiao's small face was suddenly smacked by Mo Jinhuai, and she stared blankly at the man.

Now Mo Jinhuai really likes to kiss him. Three years ago, he rarely kissed even in bed. How many times has he been kissed this time...

"My husband has already yelled, so stop dawdling."

After Mo Jinhuai said this, he naturally pursed his mouth and raised his mouth, waiting for Qiao Jiao to take the initiative to send a kiss.

It's very weird for the president of Bingshan face to make such an expression. I don't know what people in the Mo family will think when they see it...

Qiao Jiao went all out, and leaned over to touch the man's thin lips lightly, and it bounced away quickly.

"That's it?" Mo Jinhuai frowned, "You can't kiss or something?"

Qiao Jiao blinked: "Why don't you just kiss me, that's right."

"Oh, I said kiss, it's like this..."

Teacher Mo's kissing lesson started, and the student Qiao Jiao raised his neck and said "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" for a long time before he finally realized that he and Mo Jinhuai were not of the same species.

Otherwise, why is there such a big difference in vital capacity!

He almost died...