That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

Qiao Jiao said he wanted to light a candle, but Uncle Xu really only lit one.

Look at the trembling single candle on the dining table, and then look at the man sitting opposite with a blank face.

"Why doesn't this candle look like a candlelight dinner, but rather a sacrifice to me?" Qiao Jiao laughed awkwardly, "Hehe, it seems like I will be killed by you after eating."

Mo Jinhuai was noncommittal and did not make a sound.

Qiao Jiao sniffed: "Tell me, does Uncle Xu still like me?"

"Any opinion on Uncle Xu?" Mo Jinhuai didn't even lift his eyelids, "Then let him go back to the old house."

In addition to here, Mo's family also has an old house, but after Mo's father passed away, the people in the old house withered, and there were not many people left. Recently, Mo's mother recovered well, and moved back to live in the old house from the nursing home.

"Don't! That's not what I meant!" Qiao Jiao hurriedly stopped the man's arbitrary thoughts.

Now that he has entered Mo's house, let Uncle Xu, who used to target him, go back to the old house. What will Mo's mother think?Don't you think he is holding grudges and embarrassing the old man?

"Anyway, Uncle Xu watched us grow up, and worked in Mo's all his life, just because I said a word, you sent him to the old house, so I won't be known as a bedbug in the future? "Qiao Jiao muttered, "Although in the eyes of many people in the Mo family, I am already..."

Hearing the words "wind by the pillow", Mo Jinhuai felt a little relieved, but he didn't respond to Qiao Jiao, and continued to eat in silence.

Qiao Jiao pursed his mouth and kicked the man under the table with his toe: "Hey, are you still angry with me?"

"No." Mo Jinhuai didn't even look at him.

The narrow-minded dead man is clearly still angry...

Qiao Jiao pursed her lips, put a piece of sweet and sour lotus root next to Mo Jinhuai's bowl, and flattered her, "Brother Huai, you like to eat."

Mo Jinhuai glanced at it: "Do you know why I like lotus root?"

Qiao Jiao didn't know why, why did he like to eat something?Isn't it just comfortable to eat.

But he wanted to coax the man, so he had no choice but to say: "Sweet and sour, refreshing and crunchy?"

Mo Jinhuai picked up the piece of lotus root: "Because it's hollow inside, with a clear mind, simple and direct, and pure and white. I like this simplicity, and I like that it won't lie or deceive people."

That's right, Qiao Jiao can tell.

This is mocking him!

Damn stinky man, his ability to swear without swearing is getting better and better.

This means that his heart is deceitful, impure and impure, and he is still a little liar.

As for what?He explained everything, and he did it to heal the man's legs, and his intentions were good. Why did Mo Jinhuai hold on like this?

Qiao Jiao felt a little uncomfortable, he didn't want to smoke!

Stretching out the chopsticks, he firmly snatched back the piece of lotus root caught by the man, "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and said vaguely, "what are you doing? I admit my mistake Now, what else do you want to do? Are you biting this matter and trying to force me to death?"

Qiao Jiao became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, her face flushed red, and her round almond eyes were clouded with water: "I'm doing it for your own good! As for bullying me like this?"

Mo Jinhuai stared at him for several seconds, finally sighed helplessly, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and stood up.

Two drops of tears rolled out of Qiao Jiao's eyes immediately.

Okay!A dead man doesn't want to have a good meal with him, right?Then he won't eat it either!

The young master lost his temper, and was about to throw his chopsticks angrily, when Mo Jinhuai shifted his position, sat beside him, stretched out his long arms, and hugged him onto his lap.

The man wiped away the tears hanging on Qiao Jiao's eyelashes with his thumb, and subconsciously twirled his fingers: "It's a little hot..."

Qiao Jiao was so nervous that she couldn't even hold the chopsticks steadily, her back was tense, and the toes of her feet were on the ground to share the weight of her body.

"...This is in a restaurant!" He reminded Mo Jinhuai.

"You are my wife, let alone in the restaurant, I can hug you in any corner of this house."

The man said without changing his face.

Qiao Jiao was speechless in anger.

Theoretically, this is the case, but from time to time there are domestic servants passing by outside the room, and they may meet Uncle Xu or Mo Jinyu. If someone sees him sitting in such a posture, will Qiao Xiaojiao still see people in the future?What a shame...

Moreover, the verb "hug" always makes people think about it.

Various gestures floated out of Qiao Jiao's unclean mind instantly, and he "interacted" with Mo Jinhuai in various places in this house.

The boy's face turned red and burned.

Mo Jinhuai didn't say much, took a piece of fish, picked out the bones carefully, and fed it to the boy's mouth.

The movements were so gentle, but only one word came out of the mouth: "Eat."

Qiao Jiao: "..."

What he could say, he could only open his mouth and eat it.

It was better for Mo Jinhuai to feed him than to kill him.

The thing about universal water is indeed that he made a mistake first. He knew how important he was to Mo Jinhuai, but he still thought he was smart enough to think that a man's legs were more important.

Although the result was good, it was true that Mo Jinhuai had been worried for so long.

Since Mo Jinhuai gave him tenderness, he should continue.

Qiao Jiao accepted the man's feeding one bite at a time like a piglet, his belly was round, and after taking a mouthful of scallop and sea cucumber porridge, he burped a little: "Brother Huai, I can't eat any more. "

"En." Mo Jinhuai replied, but she didn't intend to put him down, but stopped feeding him, maintained the posture of hugging him, and started eating by herself.

Qiao Jiao thought for a while, and carefully probed: "Don't be angry, I did that... because I love you."

Mo Jinhuai didn't seem to respond, but Qiao Jiao noticed very carefully that the man's hand holding the chopsticks paused.

it works!

This should be put in the past, it's time to increase the heart rate.

Very good, he can rest assured that it is useful!

Qiao Jiao wiped his mouth and put his mouth close to Mo Jinhuai's face, his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear: "Honey, I love you?"

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he could no longer swallow food.

After a pause, Mo Jinhuai put down his chopsticks and turned to look at Qiao Jiao: "Jiaojiao, remember, you can love me, but you can't love yourself more than yourself. I'm alive only if you're alive, you know?"

Qiao Jiao was stared at seriously by Mo Jinhuai.

He didn't expect a man to say such things to him seriously.

"Then...what if I die?"

Seeing the man's black pupils suddenly sink, Qiao Jiao hurriedly explained: "No, no, what I mean is...you are only alive if you say I'm alive. Doesn't that mean...you love me more than yourself?"

Mo Jinhuai pinched the boy's face: "Isn't it? I thought you knew."

"But you told me not to love you more than myself..." This sentence is a bit twisted.

Qiao Jiao blinked in confusion: "Are you double-standard?"

What the dead man had for him was completely different from what he had for himself.

Mo Jinhuai can love him more than himself, but he is not allowed to give the same amount of love. It sounds like he is pampering him, but Qiao Jiao doesn't like it.

He is also a man, okay? In the relationship between the two, he hopes to be equal.

Just about to refute, Mo Jinhuai said, "No."

The man stood up directly in the posture of hugging him: "For the next arrangement, I hope you can love me more."

Qiao Jiao: "???"

The man's arms are amazing, and he weighed him like he was holding a child: "Are you full?"

Qiao Jiao nodded: "What else do we have to do next?"

Mo Jinhuai walked and said: "The last step of the date, what arrangement do you say? What's more...I haven't punished you yet."

Qiao Jiao: "!!!"

He has been coaxing for a long time, and the matter hasn't been turned over yet? !

Back in the room, Qiao Jiao was thrown onto the bed. The elastic mattress bounced him up a little, and then fell back quickly.

"No...you wait!"

It was obviously too late to stop it, and the next second, he heard the sound of silk tearing.

The man licked his lips evilly: "Fu Zhe said that your body is fine, since we are all living well, why don't you come and feel the joy of living."

Qiao Jiao looked down stupidly, his expensive silk shirt turned into two pieces of rags.

The shy and angry little fire jumped up: "Mo Jinhuai! What are you doing?! Just say what you want, and tear it up?! My clothes are super expensive, and they are limited!"

"I'm short of money for this dress?" Mo Jinhuai didn't take it seriously, and didn't think he was wrong at all, "I'll pay you, you can buy as many as you want, and you can customize it for a limited number."

Qiao Jiao pushed the man's face and refused to kiss him: "That's not the problem! I'm wearing this dress for you to see..."

"I've seen it, it looks good." Especially perfunctory.

"Shit..." It was too late for Qiao Jiao to say anything, all the words were stuck in her throat.

The appointment was not agreed, but there was nothing missing in the procedure.

After drinking and eating, it must be a late-night file that children cannot watch.

The lights on the roof blocked Mo Jinhuai's head, and the light was smashed into fragments, scattered spots of light in front of Qiao Jiao's eyes.

From the angle of the backlight, he couldn't see Mo Jinhuai's expression clearly.

But presumably a man would not be as cold as usual at such a time.

Qiao Jiao stretched out his hand, wanting to feel the other person's heartbeat, but he was too weak to reach it.

The hand that was hanging in the air was taken, the man leaned down, printed a kiss on the boy's wrist, and then put that hand on his chest.

"Did you hear that?" Mo Jinhuai asked panting, "Here... is dancing for you."

The man's heart was beating fast and full of strength.

Qiao Jiao couldn't help being infected by it, and her chest vibrated violently.

After that, he became less sober, crying, moaning, begging for mercy...all to no avail.

Mo Jinhuai seemed to say a lot in his ear, but he couldn't hear clearly, only a few words kept repeating in a daze, like "I'm sorry baby, do it again... the last time... this time is Really finally..."

What the hell is shit!

After a long, long time, Qiao Jiao felt that he was probably useless, and he couldn't even turn over.

The man turned his face and showed him the small clock beside the bed.

"Huh?" Qiao Jiao couldn't even lift his tired eyelids, he couldn't see the clock clearly, his mind was muddled, and he didn't know what Mo Jinhuai wanted to do at all.

"Jiaojiao, it's past midnight."

Mo Jinhuai kissed him on the cheek: "Baby, happy birthday."

Ah...it turns out that the dead man really didn't forget his birthday, and even knew to bless him...

but……

"Mo Jinhuai, can you let me go first...and then wish me happiness..." Qiao Jiao said with difficulty, her voice was so hoarse.

The man smirked viciously: "Aren't you happy now?"

Qiao Jiao: "..."

Whether he will be happy soon, who will know, anyway, he is about to die.

Now that I want to change my husband, is there still a chance?