Bend yourself and the great God HE

A heavy punch hit Wei Changfeng's left cheek, Wei Changfeng's face was deformed immediately, and his body was directly thrown to the ground.

He didn't expect that Mo Ran's strength would be so much stronger than Qiao Yun's.

Before he could react, Wei Changfeng was dragged up again by several big men, and his face was firmly pressed on the wine table.

Then, he heard his secretary screaming.

Mo Ran mercilessly pulled away the woman who was pressing on Qiao Yun, and quickly took off his coat to cover his wife whose back was wide open.

After that, the eyes with the knife turned to the woman, "How many lives do you dare to touch him, if you don't want to live, I will fulfill you."

At this moment, Mo Ran's veins were already bulging, and he was so angry that he almost picked up the bottle on the wine table and threw it on the opponent's head.

Seeing this, Gu Tian immediately called his subordinates to control the woman, and threw the clothes on the sofa on the woman.

"No, no, I was forced by him." The woman lowered her head in horror, pointed at Wei Changfeng with one hand, and struggled hard at her painful wrist.

Wei Changfeng became angry when he heard the woman's betrayal, "You bitch, keep talking nonsense..."

Before saying the words, Gu Tian punched Wei Changfeng on the right cheek again.

As soon as the left cheek was beaten and pressed against the wine table, the right cheek was subjected to the gravity of another punch, and Wei Changfeng was beaten unconscious this time.

Gu Tian smelled a familiar aroma in the private room, and immediately picked up the empty wine glass on the wine table and put it to his nose to smell it.

"Damn, if you dare to drug my place, you probably don't want to get out alive."

Wei Changfeng was already dizzy, and only his secretary was trembling, "No, no, I didn't take this medicine, I was also forced, I don't want to do this kind of thing to Master Qiao, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Mo Ran's clenched fists were trembling, and he gritted his teeth and stared at the woman.

Gu Tian pointed to his subordinates and ordered: "Take them to the basement and tie them up for me."

Then he turned back and said to Mo Ran: "This kind of thing happened to me, I will definitely give you an explanation, Qiao Yun is important now."

Mo Ran's mind immediately turned.

Qiao Yun's current state was very strange, the clothes that had just been put on him were lifted off, and he hugged his body and curled up into a ball.

Mo Ran hurried to help his wife, and closed his open shirt.

Who knew, just as the other hand touched Qiao Yun, Qiao Yun called him "Get out, get out" in a trembling voice.

Mo Ran's heart felt as if he had been stabbed, and without Qiao Yun's resistance, he pulled up his clothes and held him close to him.

The next moment, Qiao Yun was struggling in his arms, pushing him out with both hands, still muttering: "Get out, don't touch me, don't touch me."

But his strength was so soft that he couldn't push him at all.

"What's going on!!" Mo Ran asked Gu Tian.

Gu Tian said: "This wine glass has the aroma of Chunxiaozui. If I guessed correctly, Qiao Yun drank the wine in the wine glass. Seeing that his state has become unconscious, the dose may exceed the normal range."

"What is Chunxiaozui?"

Gu Tian bit his lip and said hesitantly: "Chunxiaozui was imported by our boss, and only we have it. It is a more powerful lust drug than ordinary aphrodisiacs. It will gradually make people lose consciousness, unless you want to..."

After omitting the words "want to vent your desire", Gu Tian said: "Take him away now, I'm sure Wei Changfeng's grandson is overdosed, if Qiao Yun can't vent his anger, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive tonight. "

"Fuck, Wei Changfeng, you bastard!" Mo Ran trembled with anger, and slammed his clenched fists hard on the wall.

Gu Tian took out a room card from his pocket and handed it to Mo Ran, "Don't dawdle, take him to the guest room upstairs."

Mo Ran's whole face was freezing cold, he didn't care about Qiao Yun pushing Rang, he picked up his wife, and took the room card from Gu Tian's hand, "Where do we go up?"

"Go to room 909 by the elevator in the lobby." Gu Tian replied.

The outside of the private room was still full of feasting and feasting. No one knew what had just happened in the private room at the deepest part of the corridor, and no one would care about the state of another man in a man's arms.

Even if that person is struggling in the arms of the other party, everyone who sees it will pretend not to see it.

It has nothing to do with him, this is the status quo of Su Ho's drunkenness.

Mo Ran gritted her teeth with red eyes, but luckily he showed up in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Eyelashes trembling, lowering his head, he put his face against Qiao Yun's, and whispered in his ear: "My wife is me, we are safe."

Afterwards, Qiao Yunzhen, who was struggling, calmed down obediently and let him hold her, curling her head into his arms.

Mo Ran felt more at ease, tightened his strength, hugged his wife and quickly walked around the noisy dance floor.

Until the sound of the dance music was blocked by the elevator door, the wife began to hug him hard.

Like a frightened cat, it kept rubbing its face against the crook of his arm.

Mo Ran put his face on his wife's forehead comfortingly, trying to tell his wife that he is here, he is here.

But the fact is not that Mo Ran thinks his wife is afraid, but that his wife's body is getting hotter and hotter, her breathing is getting faster and faster, her face is tilted up, her neck line is tight, her meridians are pulsating, and her mouth is full of hot and unbearable... Hmm.

Mo Ran stuck to his wife's forehead and cheek, and his wife would unconsciously touch him with her lips.

And the place where he hugged his wife's waist was hot all over his body, scorching him like coals.

Then the wife stretched out her hands to him, bent her hands on his chest, and then slowly moved upwards, wrapping them around his neck with great effort.

Maybe it was because he heard his voice, or maybe it was because his wife smelled his unique masculine fragrance.

From Qiao Yun's resistance just now to his desire for him now, he knows that only when his wife recognizes him will she cling to him physically and mentally.

Every inch of skin that moves makes Mo Ran's heart tremble at this moment.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if he didn't receive the alarm signal from Qiao Yun's cell phone. What happened after the wife.

"Fool, now that you know how powerful you are, do you know that I am the one who is going crazy, your husband?"

Mo Ran tightly hugged the distraught ancestor in his arms, every breath was a fatal suffocation, he only hoped that the elevator would reach the floor quickly.

His ancestors had lost all sense of proportion, hugged his neck, and their nails had been embedded in the surface of his skin.

It hurts, but the heart hurts even more.

Finally, with a "ding", the elevator stopped on the ninth floor.

Mo Ran quickly found Room 909 according to the instructions on the room card, quickly swiped the card to enter the room, and inserted the room card with one hand, and the lights instantly illuminated the entire room.

With just a glance, he picked up Qiao Yun and walked quickly to the bed, then put him down gently.

Without any pre-intimacy opening remarks in the past, he leaned over and started kissing his wife, while unbuttoning his wife's trousers.

A fiery breath came from the mouth, and my wife swallowed.

This also speeded up Mo Ran's unbuttoning action.

But in the next second, the confused wife pushed him away with all her strength, and then wiped her neck vigorously.

There is a faint lipstick mark on the nape of the neck.

Qiao Yun shook his head and said, "Don't kiss here, it's dirty, it's dirty."

The movement of rubbing his neck and the weak whispers are as strange as swallowing a mouthful of broken glass.

Throat piercing, piercing heart.

He suppressed the swirling tears, took his wife's wiping hand to hold it, and continued to kiss from the cheek to the neck.

Qiao Yun lost the strength to resist, and turned his head to avoid, "Take a shower, husband, take a shower, take a shower, dirty, take a shower—"

Not to mention that Qiao Yun's body and soul were as clean as snow in Mo Ran's heart, but his wife curled up into a ball as a resistance as her consciousness gradually became unclear.

If he Mo Ran dislikes his wife's dirtyness, then is he still Qiao Yun's love for Mo Ran?

What's more, whether it's dirty or not, that's up to Mo Ran to decide.

"Baby, how do you feel now?"

Mo Ran swallowed the white stuff in his mouth, and hurriedly looked at his flushed wife.

Wei Changfeng didn't understand the dosage of Chun Xiaozui, so he put the whole package of medicine he bought into the wine. Even though Qiao Yun finished venting a round now, he still couldn't relax his mental state.

Mo Ran looked at Qiao Yun who was still in a daze, wishing to tear Wei Changfeng's grandson into pieces.

Caressing his wife's face, stroking his bangs again and again, Qiao Yun opened his eyes slightly, breathing weakly and continuously.

"...God, I'm sorry." He said.

Mo Ran held his breath tightly and raised his breath. After taking a deep breath, he smiled slightly: "Idiot, what are you sorry for? The couple don't need to talk about this. Just tell your husband, do you feel better now?"

Qiao Yun's brain didn't hurt as much as before, but he was still dizzy and his breathing was even more unsteady.

He tried his best to touch the great god's cheek with his hand, and nodded slightly, "Husband, take me to take a bath."

Mo Ran's hanging heart dropped to the ground, "Okay, my husband will carry you."

Standing under the shower, Qiao Yun's legs were weak and he almost fell several times.Fortunately, Mo Ran supported him and put his hands on his neck.

Mo Ran smiled lightly, "If you can't stand up, support your husband, don't be brave."

Qiao Yun pulled his lips slightly and blinked slightly.

Only then did Mo Ran turn on the hot water valve.

Warm water flowed from the shower, and Qiao Yun subconsciously hugged her husband tightly.

Mo Ran knew that Qiao Yun's medicine had not been completely relieved.

He wiped his wife's back painstakingly, for fear of hurting him.

But the more he rubbed, the tighter his wife hugged him.

The two people under a shower were all drenched by trickling warm water.

Mo Ran only wore a white shirt with rolled up sleeves.

At this moment, his white shirt was soaked through.

As for Qiao Yun, under the strength of his hug and rubbing his back, the drug reaction that had just been alleviated was rekindled.

He raised his jaw to touch Mo Ran's lips, and Mo Ran turned his head slightly to avoid it.

The confused Qiao Yun froze for a moment, smelling the fishy smell from the man's mouth, and looked at him dimly.

"Did you swallow?" he asked the man.

The man didn't answer immediately, but just pursed his lips and smiled at him.

"Didn't you say you can't swallow it?" Qiao Yun asked the man again.

The man shook his head, "Who said that, my wife can swallow it."

"Fart." Qiao Yun opened his mouth slightly and cursed softly.

Every time we were intimate in the past, Mo Ran would tell him, "Baby, you can't swallow this, you will conceive a baby." There are no restricted-level pictures below the neck, including this entire chapter, and there are no super-scale action descriptions. How can I catch the lock. 】

Qiao Yun would laugh and scold him, "Get out, try swallowing one and see if you can conceive my Qiao Yun's baby."

In fact, he knew in his heart that Mo Ran only knew that he didn't like the fishy smell, that's why he made fun of him.

But this time, the man told him that he swallowed it, and that his wife could swallow it.

How should I put it, apart from the indescribable emotion rising from the bottom of my heart, Qiao Yun really wanted to push the man to the ground and tell him how much the young master misses you, and how much you make the young master angry.

So, after a few seconds of intertwining, the emotion and impulse spread vigorously.

"Great God..." He murmured softly, looking at the corner of the man's smiling lips, he suddenly raised his jaw.

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