That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

"I'm telling you, don't come here! I really have a husband!" Qiao Jiao emphasized with bright eyes.

Mo Jinhuai continued to undress calmly: "Oh, then you are great."

Qiao Jiao: "..."

What does this have to do with bang bang? !

How awesome is it to have a husband?Wipe... really can...

The dead man is talking to death, he can't accept this script!fall!

Qiao Jiao couldn't answer the words, so he could only shrink back again.

Mo Jinhuai took off his coat, raised his eyelids, and saw Qiao Jiao crouching in the corner, staring at him warily.

Tsk, the little thing really doesn't know how to take care of himself, it's so cold to lean against the wall, and when he gets older, his back will hurt.

"Leave me here!"

The man reached into the quilt, grabbed the boy's two thin ankles and dragged him in front of him.

Qiao Jiao's eyes lit up.

Why!I feel a little bit!

That's right, shouldn't all those who come to be strong should be so simple and rude!

That's how the storyline should go down!

The dead man should have dragged him under him, then held him down, and said the classic line "Scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out" with a vicious look on his face.

Then he, Qiao Xiaojiao, yelled, "Break throat, break throat"... Ahh!No, he should have said "No, no."

But the more he called the man, the more excited he became and the stronger he became.

He struggled a few times symbolically, but the difference in physical strength between him and the opponent was too great, so he had to lie flat on the spot and submit.

Poor Qiao Xiaojiao finally carried her legal husband behind her back, and was violated by a wild man who came out of nowhere to the point of crying.

very good!Just follow this script!

Qiao Jiao pedaled her two little hooves and twisted her body: "No, no... eh? Uh, uh, uh..."

He just hummed a few words, struggled for a while, and couldn't make a sound.

The man pulled hard, and Qiao Jiao was dragged into the quilt.

The quilt on his body was tightly rolled up by Mo Jinhuai, and the old quilt in the country was very heavy and thick. It was real, and as soon as he struggled in it, he was immediately entangled.

Qiao Jiao: This is different from what was agreed!

Qiao Xiaojiao was twisted into a mess, twisted under the quilt in an extremely uncomfortable position, and had no choice but to ask the man for help: "Help...help me...uh..."

The quilt was so tangled up that he couldn't speak clearly, so he could only let out a muffled "huh".

Mo Jinhuai looked at Qiao Jiao who was rolled up with the quilt on the bed, and felt so soft inside.

——His Jiaojiao is really an invincible cutie in the universe.

But at the same time, President Mo was a little confused.

Before Qiao Jiao said that she missed her husband outside the house, first ruled out the possibility of amnesia.

Today is not like last night, with the lights on in the room, it is impossible for Qiao Jiao not to recognize him even if the mask has not been removed.

The little thing neither lost his memory nor did he not recognize him, why did he pretend to be raped?

Mo Jinhuai tilted her head and admired Qiao Xiaojiao who was under the control of the quilt for a while.

After thinking about it, I figured it out.

Who is President Mo, he quickly found a reason for the little daughter-in-law's weird behavior, a man who can lead Mo's EQ is not bad!

Seeing the boy puffing about, President Mo thought to himself, could this be the legendary "husband and wife love"?

Mo Jinhuai raised his eyebrows, fished Qiao Jiao out of the thick quilt, and tried to cooperate: "...you, have you been married?"

Qiao Jiao, who was rescued, panted heavily, and was pleasantly surprised when he heard Mo Jinhuai's question.

ha!Sure enough, the dead man wanted to play role-playing with him!

That's good too, play it refreshed, and forget all the unpleasantness, it's best for Mo Jinhuai not to worry about running away with him...

In this way, both Qiao Jiao and Mo Jinhuai thought that the other party wanted to play games with him, and he was the one who cooperated.

The two great actors are playing on the same stage.

Qiao Jiao grabbed her neckline and nodded pitifully: "Well, it's over..."

Mo Jinhuai put on the mask and touched Qiao Jiao's face with a frivolous gesture: "Married at such a young age, are you an adult? Do you want my brother to call the police for you?"

Qiao Jiao thought to himself: A dead man is so good at playing, that's what the thief shouted and caught the thief said.

With red eyes, he said timidly, "I'm an adult..."

"Is that so..." The man looked down and stared playfully at the boy's waistband, "I don't believe it...let me check it!"

As he said that, he was about to pull Qiao Jiao's pants.

"No, no, no! No! This is only for my husband to see!"

Qiao Jiao covered the waistband of her trousers and hid under the quilt: "And you are lying! How can you find out this!

Mo Jinhuai coaxed him like he was coaxing an ignorant boy: "Yes, you can see if you have grown up well, and you will know if you are an adult."

He threatened: "Otherwise, I will go to the police and arrest your husband! You look only fifteen or sixteen years old, enough for your husband to be sentenced for many years." Qiao Jiao looked really frightened: "Don't... Don't grab my husband..."

"Then come here quickly, Brother Ling and have a look." President Mo found fun in the game, and became more and more comfortable playing the role of a gangster.

Not to mention, in this dimly lit hut, the man's gloomy and obscene tone, coupled with the Pleasant Goat mask with a distorted smile, really creates a sense of humor.

— A little spooky vibe.

Qiao Jiao was very involved in the drama, three points of truth and seven points of falseness said in fear: "Just... just take a look?"

Mo Jinhuai snorted through his nose: "What do you think? Haven't you been married before? No experience?"

Qiao Jiao thought to himself: This is a good opportunity to explain with some private goods!

So, he put on a small face: "I'm married...but, but I haven't had a bridal chamber yet..."

Mo Jinhuai: "..."

What nonsense is the little thing talking about?Do they have fewer bridal chambers? !

Probably seeing the man's question, Qiao Jiao added thoughtfully: "After getting married...before it was too late, I was separated from my husband..."

Thinking of the scene of Qiao Jiao falling off the cliff, Mo Jinhuai's heart shrank and he didn't make a sound.

Qiao Jiao wanted to take a look at the man's face, but unfortunately he was blocked by the mask, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Because of an accident, we were separated... I also want to go back and look for him, but I, I'm not in good health... ...I was afraid that something would happen in the future, and he couldn't bear it, so he didn't dare to go back..."

Put it this way... a dead man should be able to understand, right?

Of course Mo Jinhuai understood, not only understood, but also felt distressed.

He always thought that it was because Qiao Jiao didn't love him that he could leave easily, but he didn't expect that the seemingly heartless little thing was because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it.

But the little thing doesn't know, what he can't accept the most is not being able to find him, what he fears the most is losing him...

In poor health, as long as people are around, there is still hope. The days when Qiao Jiao lived and saw no dead or dead were truly unbearable for him.

The man knelt down and looked into Qiao Jiao's eyes: "Then...do you love your husband?"

"Of course!" Qiao Jiao hurriedly expressed her loyalty, "In the whole world, I love my husband the most!"

The man said seriously: "Then if you meet him again, don't leave him again..."

As he said that, he remembered that he was still playing role-playing games, and added viciously: "Otherwise, you will meet bad people like me who want to bully you, your man can't see you, can't touch you, and doesn't know what you met outside , he will be distressed..."

Qiao Jiao wanted to cry when Mo Jinhuai said a few words.

This is the voice of a dead man...

During the days when he couldn't find him, Mo Jinhuai probably lived in such torment...

The boy bit his lower lip and nodded: "Well, never leave again, my husband is the best."

Mo Jinhuai was obviously pleased, and his voice was a little brisk: "You like him so much? It seems that your man is very good."

Ah!Don't you just want to hear the young master praise you?Can't you just say it straight, you dead tsundere!

How Mente!For the sake of how handsome you are, I will satisfy you!

"Well, my husband is tall and handsome, with great abilities, and money, um...and loves me very much..." Qiao Jiao took the opportunity to praise Mo Jinhuai.

The man touched his chin: "You are quite protective of your husband..."

"Anyway, my husband is the best." Qiao Jiao was proud.

The man tried his best to hold back his laughter, and said in a deep voice, "Then why doesn't he come to rescue you now?"

Qiao Jiao covered her chest vigilantly: "What are you doing?!"

The man grabbed the boy's two thin legs and snorted viciously: "Does your husband know that you are about to be raped?"

Qiao Jiao flinched like a milk cat, but still bluffed and pretended to be fierce: "He will come! I tell you, don't touch me! My husband is amazing!"

He stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Mo Jinhuai's eyes: "See? With just this finger, he can crush you to death with one!"

The boy has a tiger face, and his tits are fierce!

"Oh?" Mo Jinhuai pinched the long, slender finger and played with it for a while, "I told you that you're such a good man, but didn't you get a ring when you got married?"

Qiao Jiao was taken aback.

At that time, the wedding was just going to the stage of exchanging rings, before the man took out the ring to put it on for him, Liang Jing and Su Yubai came out to make trouble.

Therefore, he did not get the wedding ring from Mo Jinhuai.

He wanted to pull his hand back, but the man held him tightly and wouldn't let him move.

Qiao Jiao watched helplessly as Mo Jinhuai knelt down on one leg, and put his other hand into his chest pocket, as if he was about to take out something.

No...it's not what he thinks...

Qiao Jiao covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and she looked at the man kneeling on one knee in disbelief.

"The proposal was not formal enough, but on the wedding day, I lost you..."

Mo Jinhuai raised her eyes and stared at Qiao Jiao: "So now, let's have a formal one, Jiaojiao, marry me in this lifetime, so don't leave, okay?"

The man rubbed the ring finger of the boy's left hand with his thumb, and slowly pushed the wedding ring he took out from his bosom onto the boy's slender finger.

The wedding ring was clutching the man's chest all the time, it was warm, and it didn't feel cold at all when he put it on his fingers.

It is said that the wedding ring must be worn on the ring finger of the left hand, because there is a blood vessel in this finger that leads directly to the heart, and this is the most sensitive position for the heart.

Qiao Jiao didn't believe in these twists and turns in the past, but he believed in another way of saying a wedding ring.

The reason why the ring is called "Jie" is because it is a kind of prohibition. In ancient times, men would put shackles on the partner they robbed to prove that it is their own property, and the ring evolved from this.

But now, he chooses to believe the romantic narrative.

Otherwise, why, when Mo Jinhuai put the ring on him, he could feel a warm current in his heart?

It was as if the man's body temperature was transmitted into his body through this small ring, and flowed from his blood vessels into his heart.

Perhaps the restriction is mutual, he voluntarily submits to the "shackles" given by the man, and is willing to become Mo Jinhuai's property...

From the very beginning, he was his...

Qiao Jiao raised his hand to touch the rather funny mask on the man's face, and said angrily, "What are you talking about formally...wearing this crap..."

"The husband in Jiaojiao's heart is so perfect...but I'm in a bad state, and I don't want to disappoint you..." Mo Jinhuai's voice was hoarse.

"What's wrong with you? Let me see you!" Qiao Jiao said, and anxiously lifted off the mask.

He only took one look, and his nose became sore again.

... Mo Jinhuai became haggard a lot.

Even the appearance of a man sitting in a wheelchair with disabled legs is not as haggard as he is now.

His complexion is pale, his cheeks are thin, his frontal bone and mandible are prominent, his eye sockets are sunken, and the thick black under his eyes seems to be painted with a circle of smoky eye shadow...

Handsome is still handsome, but it is very different from the high-spirited and high-spirited handsomeness of President Mo Da. The man inexplicably has some morbid handsomeness, just like Count Dracula who has not sucked fresh blood for a long time, and his facial features exude melancholy... …

Looking at this face, Qiao Jiao could imagine what kind of life Mo Jinhuai has lived for more than a month.

The man must have been looking for him day and night, regardless of his health, regardless of food or sleep, just trying to find him.

Qiao Jiao was very afraid. If he couldn't be found, if Mo Jinhuai couldn't find him, maybe he would slowly torture himself to death like this...

"Sorry……"

Qiao Jiao really wanted to take a closer look at Mo Jinhuai, but he couldn't see clearly, the man's face became blurred and ethereal in the tears.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't be smart enough to leave your... woo..."

Qiao Jiao, who was crying until he couldn't breathe, was rubbed into his arms by the man.

Once again, he found that Mo Jinhuai had really lost a lot of weight.

The originally strong and thick chest muscles became thinner, and the clothes loosened up. Qiao Jiao's tears flowed from the protruding sternum.

"Heh, the heartless little stinky cat, who ran swiftly, now knows how to cry?"

Mo Jinhuai said so, but his big hands gently patted Qiao Jiao's back to comfort him.

"Shut up!" Qiao Jiao, who finally managed to recover, raised his neck and kissed the man's lips heavily.

A kiss mixed with tears should be somewhat bitter, but both of them only tasted sweetness.

In the small wooden house on a winter night, the warm current spreads little by little, the two hearts that have been silent for a long time stick together, and the body is gradually warming up.

"Hmm..." Qiao Jiao softly snorted, and pushed the man away a bit, "Wait, wait..."

He sniffed tearfully: "Is there another one?"

"What?" Mo Jinhuai was aroused by the boy, and now he just wanted to put it out, and he didn't know what the other party was talking about.

Qiao Jiao fucked on his chest: "Is there another ring?"

"You put it on for me, but I haven't put it on for you yet!" Qiao Jiao muttered, "If you trap me, I have to trap you too, so that we won't be separated in the future..."

It was only then that Mo Jinhuai came to his senses.

It turned out that the little thing said that the ring exchange had not been completed yet.

He put his head sideways on Qiao Jiao's small earlobe, and whispered in a magnetic voice: "There is still a ring hidden on your husband's body. If you want it, you can feel it yourself and find it."