The white moonlight gl

Mo Rantong must do what he says.

She said that she would not change her mind if she wanted to report to Fu Que to leave.

She has a very special position in the special customs research team. It can be said that although she is only the team leader of the jurisdiction of the imperial capital, she is so strong that other members of the special customs research team can't compare to it even if they practice for 100 years. .

In the past, Mo Rantong had always been conscientious, and never complained even if the whole group was dragging its feet. She ran all over the world, killed countless demons and ghosts who made troubles, and made great contributions to protecting the peace of the party.

Because there are too many demons and ghosts who died in the hands of Mo Rantong, and all of them are not small characters, so Mo Rantong today can be said to have a fierce reputation, and is called the God of Killing and the Great Demon King by all the demons and ghosts.

Therefore, Mo Rantong's application is generally not rejected by the people above, as for Fu Qu's own opinion.

Oh, that's not important.

"That's it."

Feng Qingshui has never been a soft persimmon, she has always upheld the excellent character of not offending me, not offending others, and stabbing to death if anyone offends me.

Relentless?Blame yourself?

That doesn't exist!

"Tong Tong is awesome!" Looking at Mo Rantong with a full smile, Feng Qingshui saw his blushing face with interest, first surprised, then burst out laughing.

"Are you shy? Are you so thin-skinned?" With curved eyebrows, her smile was as dazzling as fireworks in a flourishing age. Seeing that Mo Rantong's face was getting redder and redder, and even her translucent earlobes were about to bleed, Feng Qingshui Laughing so hard that my stomach hurts: "Hahahahaha, Tong Tong, Tong Tong, Tong Tong?"

"...Tong Tong?"

"Qingqing!" It's not that she didn't know that Feng Qingshui was deliberately teasing herself, but Mo Rantong's heartbeat still couldn't be controlled, and her whole body became hot.

She pursed her lips a little angrily, and Mo Rantong half-closed her eyes, her whole body exuded gloom, I'm not happy, etc.

Feng Qingshui smiled and noticed Mo Rantong's strangeness, and immediately, she didn't dare to laugh unscrupulously anymore.

Feng Qingshui: "...Are you angry?"

Leaning closer to Mo Rantong, Feng Qingshui hooked the corner of her mouth and coaxed softly: "Don't, I won't tease you anymore."

Unexpectedly, Mo Rantong would get awkward so easily, and became petulant. Feng Qingshui clicked her tongue twice in her heart, and said face-to-face: "I like it very much."

"like?"

Mo Rantong slowly raised his eyes to look at Feng Qingshui who was close at hand with a smile on his face.

"Yes."

Feng Qingshui nodded, and said love words like money: "Tongtong cares about me so much, because I am shy when I say a word, how can I not like it?"

This is the truth, Feng Qingshui did not lie.

The person I care about also cares about me. This kind of beauty of mutual affection is also the reason why Feng Qingshui was able to endure the ink for so long.

"I like Tongtong, I like Tongtong who cares about me so much, pampers me, puts me at the top of her heart, lets me control her, and loves me with a fiery heart."

"You know, I have a bad temper and am extremely stingy. Only when I feel Tongtong's [-]% love can I feel relieved and at ease."

"I want to be with Tongtong for the rest of my life."

...

A sentence of sweet love words made Mo Rantong, who was still depressed and felt that his wife was a bad person, softened his heart and couldn't be happier.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were clear and bright, and her eyes were full of Feng Qingshui's appearance at the moment, until Feng Qingshui finished speaking, she was still stupid and dazed.

"Tsk."

With a low tut, Feng Qingshui couldn't be more proud. After all, Mo Rantong is so easy to coax, much better than the one in "Urban Monster Catcher".

That's right, Feng Qingshui, who was so upset by the book "Urban Monster Catcher" and wanted to hit someone, recently began to secretly compare the two ink dyers.

And the reason why she didn't focus on the character of Qinlian was because Feng Qingshui believed that she had completely defeated Qinlian, and there was no need to compare.

Both Mo Rantong are face-blind, but compared to each other, Feng Qing's water has shrunk.

Because no matter from which point of view, the one beside her was defeated by the one in the book. Feng Qingshui who got this answer at that time was so angry.

With a critical attitude, she read "Urban Monster Catcher" over and over again, especially the place where Mo Ran was written.

Finally, she was happy.

"Urban Monster Catcher" is a favorite article. Mo Rantong in the book is very kind to Qinlian, but Mo Rantong in the book also has a temper and will get angry and quarrel with Qinlian. Lian is the kind who is sad and sad.

Furthermore, Mo Rantong in the book comes from an extraordinary background. Most of her clan and relatives look down on Qinlian. Whenever they meet, they will sarcasm Qinlian, saying that she is not good enough for Mo Rantong. It is better to be a little self-aware and retreat.

Comparing the two sides, Feng Qingshui felt that the one beside her would not quarrel, and even if they quarreled, it would be better to be the poor Mo Rantong who was unilaterally talking about her.

1 minute, 2 minutes...

Seeing that Mo Rantong was still looking at her in a daze, Feng Qingshui couldn't help but patted her forehead with her fingers: "Wake up."

"Well, Qingqing."

His forehead hurt, Mo Rantong covered his forehead with one hand, and came back to his senses.

"Hurry up and cook, I'm hungry." Ignoring Mo Rantong's current state of mind at all, Feng Qingshui raised her chin and became arrogant again.

Mo Rantong: "..."

Feeling resentful in his heart, Mo Rantong stared straight at Feng Qingshui and complained: "Will Qingqing spoil the atmosphere like this?"

Feng Qingshui: "..."

I feel so guilty.

"But forget it, who made me like Qingqing and be happy to be bullied by Qingqing?" Sighing lightly, Mo Rantong put down his hands, with a very helpless expression.

Feng Qingshui: "...I, I didn't bully you, okay! But what does your expression look like! Wow! Are you wronged because you like me?"

Puffing her cheeks angrily, Feng Qingshui grabbed Mo Rantong who was about to stand up, with a fierce expression, as if saying, do you dare to nod and try?

Mo Rantong: "..."

With such an unreasonable Qingqing at the booth, where can she reason?

Mo Rantong, who was twitching at the corner of her mouth, took a long time to coax Feng Qingshui well. She couldn't help it, she couldn't say those sweet love words, so she could only be dry, trying to calm down Feng Qingshui.

The dinner was delicious as always. Putting down the chopsticks, Feng Qingshui touched her bulging belly, feeling that she had gained several catties since reuniting with Mo Rantong.

"Ugh."

"What's the matter, dear?"

"It's all your fault, I've gained a lot of weight."

"..."

If it was in the past, Mo Rantong who heard Feng Qingshui say this would definitely reply seriously: "Not a lot, only five or six catties at most."

But now, "Why, Qingqing is as good-looking as ever."

"Is it?"

Seeing Feng Qingshui's overjoyed, smiling face like a flower, Mo Rantong nodded, thinking, she is not lying.

1. Qingqing is indeed not fat.

2. Qingqing is also really good-looking.

It can be said that after losing Qingqing for three years, Mo Rantong has changed a lot. She is no longer like before, holding everything in her heart, and she can't think through it all.

The relationship between the two is warm and ambiguous, sometimes like an old husband and wife, and sometimes like a young couple who just fell in love.

The two of them are a match made in heaven, no matter how close they are.

When the lights came on, the bedroom of Xiaoshaju was filled with an extremely fiery atmosphere, and the ink dyed water pressed Fengqing's water extremely, exhausted, entangled, and lingered until midnight.

Her body was as limp as a noodle, Feng Qingshui ground her teeth, and couldn't help biting Mo Rantong's chin, leaving a deep tooth mark.

"Are you a wolf?"

It was so fierce that she thought she was going to be killed by her halfway through.

The wall lamp was turned on in the bedroom, and under the hazy yellow light, Mo Ransong was in high spirits, which formed a very sharp contrast with Feng Qingshui's laziness.

She touched her sore and wet chin, curled the corners of her dark red lips, and her eyes, as deep and bright as stars in the night sky, were full of strange light at the moment.

Satisfied, she looked at Feng Qingshui, making Feng Qingshui jealous.

"Did you do evil exercises?"

God knows, she is sore all over now, but this guy is like taking some panacea.

Thinking of what she had heard before about furnace cauldron, harvesting yin and nourishing yang, Feng Qing's face turned green: "Mo Rantong, tell me the truth, you..."

"No."

The slightly hoarse voice was as seductive as a sea monster, Mo Rantong laughed, buried his head in Feng Qingshui's neck, and murmured: "I know what Qingqing is thinking, the physique of practitioners is better than ordinary people. Some, not to mention..."

Her Qingqing is delicate and airy, she is really too weak.

Ears and temples rubbed together, the temperature gradually rose, Feng Qingshui twisted her neck unbearably, her heart was so inked that this guy deliberately teased her, really...

Hey, when she recovers, let's see how she handles her.

...

Of course, it is impossible to do it, because Feng Qingshui fell asleep from exhaustion after a while, and Mo Rantong did the follow-up cleaning and changing sheets.

On the breakfast table the next day.

Feng Qingshui lazily bit the thin-skinned soup dumpling filled with soft and tender meat, and asked Mo Rantong: "When can I go to the Special Customs Research Group for an internship, and do I need to prepare a resume or something like that?" ?”

Mo Rantong was stunned, slowly chewed and swallowed the bun in his mouth, and said: "You can go anytime, you don't need your resume, just take your ID card, because you need to register to enter the intranet, and there is time to apply for five social insurance and one housing fund. use."

"Five insurances and one housing fund? Do you still have five insurances and one housing fund?"

Feng Qingshui was really surprised.

Mo Rantong hesitated for a moment: "...Yes, there are all of them, is there a problem?"

Feng Qingshui shook her head and nodded again: "I'm a little confused that such an unscientific department as yours still has social welfare such as five insurances and one housing fund."

She had heard from Mo Rantong that there were not only people in the special customs research team, but also all kinds of ghosts and ghosts.

Thinking of those things that can live for hundreds, thousands, or even as long as there are no accidents, there are five insurances and one housing fund?

Feng Qingshui has a sense of embarrassment that is distorted in time and space.

Mo Rantong: "..."

"Qingqing, the special customs research group is officially established, that is to say." After a pause, Mo Rantong said: "The members of the group are all civil servants."