Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Kang Qiao looked at her and smiled for a long time: "It's the old cow gnawing the tender grass, not Bai Jingxuan, it should be you."

Xu Mobai glanced at him and packed up his things: "Have you eaten?"

Kang Qiao was a little surprised, she was not lukewarm to him these days, how could she care about his eating like this.

Xu Moyang lowered what was in his hand: "I didn't mean to invite you to dinner? I will make it for you."

Kang Qiao pulled her over and pressed directly on her leg, with her thin lips on the edge of her neck, dabbing: "I'm hungry."

"I'll cook for you." She patted him: "Let me down."

But Kang Qiao held her arms around her waist, her voice hoarse: "I'm hungry."

Xu Mo looked at him.

His eyes are very clear, which is a peculiar beggar for men.

When she thought that he hadn't touched her in the past few days, the reason was that her period came and ended today. How could he know?

Xu Mo's face flushed suddenly, biting his lip and staring at him.

Kang Qiao smiled: "I see you drank cold water."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but kissed her on the neck, "Go to the room. If the sofa is too hard, you will feel uncomfortable."

He picked her up, Xu Mo struggled: "I want to eat."

"I'll cook for you once." He took a bite on the tip of her nose, carried her into the bedroom, and kicked the door.

Xu Mo was put on the soft bed by him and sank deeply. She bit her lip and beat him: "Concho."

Kang Qiao uttered absent-mindedly, and started to work neatly. He refused at the crucial moment. He hugged his neck breathlessly to prevent him from coming. The heat was sprayed on him as he spoke. In the neck: "You are really with me. If there are others, just clean up and get out."

He groaned again, and then lifted her up, face to face, and nibble on the tip of her nose one by one: "You are willing to let me go. Who will cook for you if I go, who will lie down? Waiting for you comfortably can make you so satisfied?"

While talking, he flogged, making Xu Mo unable to speak a word. That's not the case. He leaned over and kissed her on the chin and vaguely asked her if she was comfortable. Xu Mo was tortured. It's miserable, he doesn't know how to control, she scolded him shamelessly, bastard...

Kang Qiao smiled very happily, but he said it once, and said in a low voice after the end: "We will come back a few times after the meal."

Xu Mo no longer had the strength to pay attention to him, so he changed his face and kicked him.

He smiled and didn't get angry with her. He took a tissue to help her clean up, and so did himself, and kissed her with a cheerful expression: "I'll cook."

"Hey." Xu Mo stopped him.

Concho was a little surprised, "I thought you wouldn't talk to me."

Xu Molue sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, a little weak and beautiful. She looked at him and looked around, and whispered: "Concho, in fact, you really don’t need to stay here every day. I am too small here. You...I know you have been used to living in big houses."

In fact, they are not suitable, what Concho yearns for is really different from her.

Kang Qiao looked at her quietly, and for a long time, he smiled very lightly: "Yes, you move in with me, and I will leave."

Xu Mo let out a sigh: "Why are you doing this again."

Concho's voice is low, "What I said will not change, and I hope you will not change it either!"