That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

To be honest, although Qiao Jiao has been shameless with Mo Jinhuai for so long, he will still be shy in other people's territory.

The doors and windows of this small house are all old-fashioned, and the walls are not very thick. Maybe the next door can hear the movement of their house.

Mo Jinhuai is used to being the only one. The villa he lives in is like a small castle. The room is not only big but also soundproof, and he never knows that he needs to restrain himself and make a sound.

The man held Qiao Jiao's eartips in his mouth and did not let go. He rubbed the tip of his canine teeth harshly on the thin auricles, and even wrapped his hands around his waist.

"There's no reward!" Qiao Jiao stabbed the man back with his elbow.

This blow failed to drive Mo Jinhuai away, but hit the opponent's hard chest muscles, causing his elbows to tingle.

Sometimes he was really curious whether it was Mo Jinhuai's chest muscles that were harder, or Qin Shenghan's were harder.

Mo Jinyu, that shameless guy, had already shown off Qin Shenghan's chest muscles to him many times, which made him want to compare.

Qiao Jiao really couldn't imagine who else had stronger chest muscles than Mo Jinhuai.

If so, then Mo Jinyu was right when he called Qin Shenghan "dead steel plate".

"Why is there no reward?" The man's tone was cold, but Qiao Jiao could hear a bit of grievance from it.

"As you said just now, if you play games with you, you will be rewarded." Mo Jinhuai was unhappy.

The words were obviously unreasonable, but when they spit out from President Mo Da's mouth, they brought out a little majesty.

But Qiao Jiao didn't take him seriously.

Maybe he didn't know it in the past, but now Qiao Jiao knows it - Mo Jinhuai is a great showman.

Mo Jinhuai's current state looks serious, but he is actually no different from a child rolling around on the floor without toys.

"You don't want me to secretly change concepts here."

Qiao Jiao turned around directly in the man's arms, and faced Mo Jinhuai face to face: "What I said is that you have to answer my question, and you have to tell the truth to be rewarded. As a result, you didn't answer my first question." answer!"

Mo Jinhuai didn't care so much, he lowered his head and pecked the boy's lips angrily: "...that's really strict."

Can Qiao Jiao say that he was stunned?

The dignified head of the Mo family actually played a scoundrel with him!Still use this coquettish way!

... It's been a long time.

"Anyway, not tonight!" Qiao Jiao pushed away the eager man, "The sound insulation here is poor, you don't want others to hear me calling?"

Mo Jinhuai frowned.

Of course he didn't want to.

Qiao Jiao belonged to him, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, even a strand of hair belonged to him, so he didn't want others to hear his little daughter-in-law's happy voice.

That soft and charming voice that makes your heart tremble is exclusive to him, only he can help Qiao Jiao make it, and only he is qualified to listen to it.

But tonight.. Jiaojiao is really tempting and looks delicious..

It was indeed too difficult for him to bear it...

"Aren't you hungry?" Qiao Jiao tried to divert Mo Jinhuai's attention.

The man stared straight at the boy's slightly open neckline: "...hungry."

"..." Qiao Jiao felt that he was in danger of being eaten.

He pretended not to understand, took the dinner from the village head from the table and handed it to the man: "I'm hungry too, I haven't eaten all the time on the road, but luckily someone gave me some noodles, let's eat."

Mo Jinhuai's Adam's apple twitched.

What he wants to eat is not noodles

Qiao Jiao can't help it either, if he was at Mo's house, he would definitely satisfy Mo Jinhuai tonight.

Suddenly knowing that men have liked him since childhood, and secretly hiding them for so many years, Qiao Jiao felt that Mo Jinhuai was too cute, and wanted to hug his old dog head to make him happy.

But with Mo Jinhuai's physical strength and ignorant dark history, if Qiao Jiao let him go, the two of them would not have to sleep, nor would the whole yard.

His cry will probably linger in this small farmyard for three days.

He, Qiao Xiaojiao, might not have the face to leave this door tomorrow morning...

"Jiaojiao..." The man held the noodle bowl and called out in a low voice.

"It's useless to call me," Qiao Jiao pointed to the only bed in the room where he could sit, "Sit down and eat! The noodles are all mushy!"

A ruthless command tone.

Mo Jinhuai wasn't even angry, so he sat down obediently, took the chopsticks from Qiao Jiao, and ate the not-so-appetizing noodles bit by bit.

Qiao Jiao suddenly felt that their roles had been reversed.

In the past, it was Mo Jinhuai who ordered him, but now, he even ordered Mo Jinhuai once.

Pretty cool!

Qiao Jiao took another bowl, sat next to Mo Jinhuai and ate it.

"The taste of this side is really not good..."

Qiao Jiao muttered, then turned to see that Mo Jinhuai was almost finished eating, and asked in surprise, "Can you eat this thing?"

You must know that although Mo Jinhuai is not a person who is so picky about food, he should not be the one who can easily adapt to these crude farm foods.

The noodles are soft and sticky, and there are no side dishes in them, and they are a little salty. Qiao Jiao has lived outside for three years, but he doesn't think this bowl of noodles is easy to eat, let alone Mo Jin, who has never lost his love for the jade plate. Huai.

Even in the most difficult years of Mo's life, he did not have to eat this kind of food to survive.

Mo Jinhuai put down the clean bowl: "I think it tastes pretty good."

Qiao Jiao shook his head, expressing that he didn't understand men's weird sense of taste.

Mo Jinhuai added: "As long as I'm with you, whatever I eat, I think it's delicious."

Qiao Jiao's eyebrows twitched, and he thought of a sentence - drink enough water for sentient beings.

However, does this seem like what Mo Jinhuai would say...

Recently, the man gave him one or two love words when he was free. At first, he thought it was sweet, but after a lot of times, it made him terrified, wondering whether Mo Jinhuai had been taken away.

The system sighed: "Host, do you think you are a bitch? Your man used to beat you up, and you were unhappy, but now he is talking about love, and you are thinking wildly. What are you thinking?"

Qiao Jiao shook his head in his heart: No matter how powerful you are, you are still a system, and you don't know how to understand the world... Think about it, under what circumstances would a person collapse, and under what circumstances would he suddenly change?

The system is puzzled: "What's the situation?"

Qiao Jiao thought quietly: A person who has always been mean to you, suddenly treats you very nicely, for no reason, there are nine out of ten chances... either you have a terminal illness, or he has a terminal illness.

"Bah, bah, bah!" The system said quickly, "Tongyan Wuji!"

Qiao Jiao really felt a little indescribable.

In Mo Jinhuai's city, if you really want to hide the fact that you have always liked him, you can hide it tightly.

If he wanted to tell him the real cause of his mother's death, he didn't need to take him to see Mo's mother.

Mo Jinhuai did all this just to let him know that he was loved.

Qiao Jiao looked up at Mo Jinhuai's eyes: What is the reason why men do these unnecessary things?

Forget it... Anyway, he has experienced life and death once, so there is nothing he can't face.

In the current situation, he likes Mo Jinhuai, and dead men have liked him since childhood, so why doesn't he enjoy having a relationship?

Life is short, and now he is only relying on his heart rate to continue his life. If he can make love with all his strength, he will not be in this world in vain.

Hey, thank you... Qiao Jiao said to the system in her heart.

The system was flattered: "Oh, this is the first time you are so sincerely grateful to the system! You're welcome, you're welcome."

Qiao Jiao was really grateful to the system. If he hadn't been matched by the Yaojian system, he would have died long ago and would have never had the chance to know Mo Jinhuai's sincerity.

"Jiaojiao, shall we be together in everything from now on?" The man brushed aside Qiao Jiao's bangs, and kissed him on the forehead, "We will never be apart." Qiao Jiao looked at him for a while, then nodded slowly: "Mo Jinhuai, be more sincere to me and less routine, and we won't have any problems." Mo Jinhuai's thin lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Qiao Jiao didn't want to see the dead man's embarrassment, so he straightened his hair and changed the topic: "Don't talk about it, you sit on the bed." Mo Jinhuai: "!!!"

He thought of the juicy navel orange, and gulped.

Hungry just now, thirsty now, the man with unruly thoughts, according to Qiao Jiao's words, retreated to the side of the bed and sat down, staring at the boy with fiery eyes, like a wild beast waiting for an opportunity, trying to kill the little prey that jumped into the lair Swallow it in one gulp.

The little prey walked up to him, took a look at him, touched his belt with two small hands, and slowly squatted down...

Thinking of the time at home, Mo Jinhuai gasped for breath.

Noticing something rising up, Qiao Jiao bit his back teeth: "What are you thinking about! Control it! I'll help you get a prosthesis!"

"..." Mo Jinhuai was discouraged, and dissatisfied: "Is it just a prosthesis?"

"Otherwise!" Qiao Jiao rolled his eyes, "Can you stop thinking about those nonsense things all day long!"

"Obviously it's a very comfortable thing..." the man propped his hands on the edge of the bed, muttering with a straight face.

Qiao Jiao ignored him, quickly pulled off Mo Jinhuai's pants, and helped him remove the prosthetic with his fingers as lightly as possible.

The knees are all purple, and the skin is still a bit torn. If the prosthetic is not removed, I'm afraid it will grow together with the legs...

A dead man still has the energy to think about those...

Qiao Jiao brushed her fingers over the area on her knee where the prosthetic limb was stuck: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Mo Jinhuai said flatly.

"Liar, your knee is not unconscious, how could it not hurt?"

Qiao Jiao's heart ached so much, she lowered her head and put her lips on it, and asked again: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts...can you kiss me again?" Mo Jinhuai looked down at him.

Before Qiao Jiao could speak, the man hurriedly replied, "It hurts."

Then he looked at him with an expectant expression, as if saying: I hurt, I feel uncomfortable, I want to kiss!

Qiao Jiao twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly, but still lowered her head to satisfy Mo Jinhuai.

He took care of the strangled area thoroughly, and even kissed him on his knee.

The man was about to set sail, and was about to reach out to catch the small prey, when he saw the small prey suddenly stood up, turned around and left the room, and left?... Before going out, Qiao Jiao specially instructed, "Just sit there and don't move."

Mo Jinhuai: "..."

what can he doWithout the prosthesis, he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

And listen to the words of the wife to eat meat