That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

The car drove a long way. They set off in the afternoon. It was getting dark now, but they still hadn't reached their destination.

The vehicle has already left the urban area, and the route is getting more and more remote. It was a wide expressway at first, and gradually it has become a forest road.

On the side of the road, there are neatly arranged street trees retreating rapidly. If the sun shines on the road mottled through the leaves during the day, it must be beautiful.

But now, it was getting darker and darker, and the dim light of the moon and stars could hardly penetrate into the bushes.

"Huai...Brother Huai, where are you taking me?" Qiao Jiao asked timidly.

He had to make some noise, Mo Jinhuai kept silent, only the whistling wind could be heard, which made him feel hairy.

Thinking about the way Mo Jinhuai dressed him before departure, Qiao Jiao became more and more frightened.

Isn't it common in horror movies, where perverts dress victims in beautiful and delicate clothes, and then drag them somewhere to kill or sell them...

"You..." Qiao Jiao turned her head and looked at Mo Jinhuai fearfully, "You don't want to drag me somewhere to sell you?"

"Huh?" Mo Jinhuai couldn't turn his head while driving.

Even if they are the only car in the front and back of this path, they still have to be vigilant, as small animals can easily rush out on this kind of road.

The man's hesitation made Qiao Jiao even more frightened: "Isn't it going to be sold? Could it be..."

The cranky boy raised his hand to cover his chest: "You want to kill me??"

"Hey, what are you thinking..."

Mo Jinhuai was almost amused by Qiao Jiao. He suspected that Jiaojiao was afraid that he would be tired from driving and wanted to make fun of him.

So he hooked his lower lip in cooperation: "Do you want to sell it or kill it?"

Qiao Jiao's cold hair stood on end, and his small face was staring at Mo Jinhuai's profile with a pale face. The light in the car was insufficient, and the man's three-dimensional facial features looked particularly terrifying.

Then, he heard the man say again: "Or... rape first and then kill?"

"what--!!!"

Qiao Jiao was so frightened that he screamed out, waving his cat's paw and scratching at the car window, as if he wanted to jump out of the car.

Mo Jinhuai was also taken aback by him, made a sharp turn and stopped on the side of the road, and grabbed Qiao Jiao's hand suddenly: "What's the matter?! Do you want to die?"

The man turned on the lights inside the car, and after seeing Qiao Jiao's face clearly, the fire that was about to start was instantly extinguished.

The boy had a bitter face, his mouth was closed, his eyes were full of fear, and he was almost about to cry.

"What's wrong with you?" This made Mo Jinhuai also nervous.

The man knew that the joke had gone too far, and regardless of Qiao Jiao's struggle, he hugged the boy tightly: "Where's your brain? Who do you think I am?! A pervert or a murderer?!"

Qiao Jiao felt Mo Jinhuai's body temperature gradually subside from fear, and he leaned on the man's chest: "...don't scare me."

The boy's soft voice made Mo Jinhuai's heart soften, and he softened his tone: "Little idiot, scare yourself...killing you, what good do I have?"

where?Um? "

Qiao Jiao sniffed, thinking about it, she felt that her thoughts just now were a bit funny.

It's probably because Mo Jinhuai is usually too negative, and his aura is too oppressive, which always makes people involuntarily afraid and thinks of some bad things.

"I can't bear to kill you," Mo Jinhuai kissed the boy's temples, "not only won't kill you, but also find a way to save your life, otherwise I won't have a little wife."

Qiao Jiao blushed suddenly.

Dead man is really...

He asked, "Where are you going to take me? It's so far away..."

"It's almost there, be good." Mo Jinhuai pinched Qiao Jiao's face, let him go, and restarted the car.

"Then you talk to me, it's too dark in here, if you keep silent, I'll be thinking wildly." Qiao Jiao whispered while clutching the corner of his clothes.

He also knew that he was too cowardly, and even the system was burying him in his heart: "Host, you are too bad, aren't you just black, what are you afraid of?"

Qiao Jiao insisted: I am implementing the theory of demons and lowly, and implementing strategic coquettishness. Maybe Mo Jinhuai will give me some heartbeat points if he gets hot-headed!

"Tch, you can just argue, you..."

Before the system was angry, it suddenly paused and said in a weird voice: "... Heart rate +20, congratulations to the host."

Qiao Jiao raised his eyebrows: "Look, let's see!"

Complacently showing off to the system, Qiao Jiao secretly glanced at Mo Jinhuai from the corner of his eyes.

He didn't expect that the dead man would really increase his heart rate because of his acting like a baby...

Sure enough, men like sticky little boys...

"What do you want me to tell you?" Mo Jinhuai asked slowly after being silent for a moment.

Qiao Jiao was afraid of the dark since he was a child, he knew it.

The way the little thing shivered in his arms just now reminded him of the scene a long time ago.

He was in high school at that time, and he wanted to take Qiao Jiao to the amusement park during the summer vacation, and by the way, let the little thing have more affection for him. He especially liked to see Qiao Jiao smiling at him.

But even after beating him to death, he didn't expect that the person he saw the most that day was the crying little Qiao Jiao.

Before leaving, Mo Jinyu insisted on following, but Mo Jinhuai had no choice but to delay.

As a result, when he arrived at the amusement park, Mo Jinyu's two hundred and five, what's wrong with playing, insisted on playing the haunted house, and dragged Qiao Jiao into it.

Mo Jinhuai had no choice but to follow behind.

When he walked a third of the way, Qiao Jiao couldn't do it anymore. His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move. He kept leaning back, almost clinging to his body.

When he was young, Mo Jinhuai didn't have the concentration he has now, and when he was rubbed against Qiao Jiao's soft body, he thought again, in fact, he was much more dangerous to Qiao Jiao than those ghosts in the haunted house.

He tried to push Qiao Jiao away, but the little boy was afraid of losing his mind and kept climbing on him.

Mo Jinhuai had no choice but to pick up the crying little thing and walk outside.

That day, Qiao Jiao's soft body and warm body temperature are still fresh in his memory.

Of course, Qiao Jiao's current body is not as soft as it was when she was a child, but after the body has been stretched out, with curves and toughness, this body has become more sexy and more...attractive to him.

When hugging the trembling little thing just now, Mo Jinhuai heard the sound of his heart beating violently.

Perhaps it was because of the change of the hugging venue, the silence around him made his senses sharper than usual, and his feeling towards Qiao Jiao was also stronger.

What can he do in the face of the little daughter-in-law who whimpers and says he's scared? It's not just about pampering her to the end.

"Why don't you sing me a song?" Qiao Jiao looked at Mo Jinhuai with bright round eyes.

President Mo: "..."

The little boy is too naughty, and suddenly he feels that he can't be pampered anymore...

"Brother Huai, if you sing a more lively song, I won't be afraid anymore." Qiao Jiao deliberately.

Just now the man raised his heart rate, making him want to be pampered and proud.

He had never heard Mo Jinhuai sing since he was a child, but he was curious.

Anyway, there were only the two of them in this car, and there were no other cars on the whole road, and even if they sang, they would not be heard.

Maybe Mo Jinhuai sang to him as soon as he compromised!

Then he completed the 100 most curious things in his life, listening to President Bingshan sing a song.

"I can't sing, you know that." Mo Jinhuai's voice didn't fluctuate, "I want to listen to the song and play it by myself."

"The music in your car is all pure music. The more you listen to it, the more you will be fascinated. Playing a symphony is also very strange..." Qiao Jiao deliberately picked on the thorn.

Mo Jinhuai knew what the little thing was thinking, and followed his words: "Then you can sing and let me listen, I like to hear you sing."

"No, I'm scared now, I can't perform well, and you don't get sleepy when you sing."

Qiao Jiao realized that Pi Yipi didn't seem so scared anymore, and pretended to say, "Brother Huai, why don't you sing one, otherwise I'm really scared, super scared... You love me, sing one for me, okay?"

He hummed stickily, just wanting to see if Mo Jinhuai could really spoil him.

Afterwards, in the car speeding under the moonlight, the pampered Qiao Jiao had the honor to listen to President Mo Da's version of "Two Tigers".

The man sang with no expression on his face, without any beat or tone, and the good nursery rhyme just brought out the rap style.

Qiao Jiao felt that he was extremely clever, and when Mo Jinhuai sang the first line, he secretly pressed the recording button on his phone.

Not to mention anything else, just this tune, he can laugh for a year!

After the car drove out of the forest road, it turned into a deeper path.

Qiao Jiao was so coaxed by Mo Jinhuai that she was no longer afraid at all. She leaned on the seat and dozed off. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and the car stopped.

"Here we are." Mo Jinhuai's voice rang in his ears.

When Qiao Jiao opened his eyes, he first saw the man's enlarged face close at hand.

Afterwards, the man backed away, and he saw the scene outside the car through the window glass.

They are located in a well-manicured courtyard with a beautiful environment. Not far away is a building that looks like a medieval European castle.

Hua Xingguang and garden lights complement each other, coating Hei Junjun's buildings with a layer of warm light, which looks holy and mysterious.

As soon as the car stopped, a waiter came over to help park the car: "Hi, welcome to Fu's Nursing Home."

"Is this prescribed by Doctor Fu's family?" Qiao Jiao asked in surprise.

Mo Jinhuai had already got out of the car first, walked around to him, opened the car door, and stretched out his hand to hold him: "Well, one of the sanatoriums with the best environment under the Fu family."

The man led Qiao Jiao out of the car, put his other hand on the boy's waist, and brought him into his arms in a possessive posture.

Qiao Jiao blushed for a moment.

He remembered that when Mo Jinhuai and Su Zhuanbai were in the same car before, the man never opened the door for Su Zhuibai.

It was Su Zhuanbai who first got out of the car to get the wheelchair, and then pushed to the door of the car to help the man down.

When he arrived at his place, Mo Jinhuai, who was handicapped in his legs and feet, took the initiative to open the door for him...

In fact, if you think about it carefully, there is still a big difference between Mo Jinhuai and Su Zhuanbai. He is in it, why can't he feel that men value him more?

Qiao Jiao lightly leaned her head on Mo Jinhuai's shoulder: "Brother Huai, who is the person you want to show me?"

The sweet fragrance wafting from the boy's body greatly pleased the man, and Mo Jinhuai no longer kept his secrets: "My mother, your mother-in-law."