Mo Yao nodded quickly, for the sake of his own future happiness and the great plan to create future generations, he didn't dare to hurt her.

After more than half an hour of playing, he carefully sent his brother in. Even though it was very, very, very careful, the small body in his arms trembled violently.

"Liar......" Her ten fingers scratched a bloody mark on his back, and she sniffled aggrievedly.

"Well, it'll be fine in a while." His voice was slightly hoarse due to oppression, like a wisp of magic in the middle of the night, seductively sinking.

The voice reminded her of the time she had sought revenge on him. He had just taken a shower and stood on the balcony wrapped in a bath towel, his shiny black hair falling softly in front of his forehead. The moonlight shone down and shone on his strong, not overly hard chest, like an evil spirit that tempted him to sin.

At that time, she really wanted to rip off the bath towel from his waist.

Thinking like this, my mind was surprisingly calm, and my body didn't feel much pain.

But the man above was not happy.

The broken woman was distracted at this time, not to mention the distraction, and she was still smiling so obscenely, damn, how useless he was, she couldn't let her concentrate on herself at this time.

The movements under him became ferocious.

"Hmm......" Dong Yilan couldn't help but exclaim, the ten fingers on his back were a little stronger, and his petite body arched, I don't know if it was to avoid the strong impact or to cater to him.

A night of madness, ambiguity of passion.

As the morning sun shone through the curtain on the bed, the well-built woman in the quilt squirmed and swept away the big hand that was playing a strange role on her chest.

All night, he didn't know how many times he tossed her. She couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy to let him go, and he promised to say it one last time, but every time he broke his promise. In the end, she didn't know if she was asleep or fainted by him.

As soon as the hand was taken away, the hot breath splashed on his face.

"Don't make trouble, I'm going to sleep!" Dong Yilan couldn't bear to roar and unceremoniously slapped him.

"Smack!" The world is quiet.

Feeling a resentful gaze, staring at himself all over his body, Dong Yilan opened his eyes.

When she fell asleep last night, Mo Yao was afraid that sleeping with contact lenses would hurt her eyes, so she helped her take them off, and considering that she was out for a day, she took her to take a bath.

As a result, she was fine, and when she woke up, she gave herself a slap.

"I'm sleepy and want to sleep." Facing Mo Yao's resentful eyes, Dong Yilan chose to pretend to be stupid, deliberately ignoring his face that was marked with five fingerprints by himself, and turned over and threw him a back.

The body was cold, and the quilt was taken away.

She turned around sharply and saw him rolling up the quilt unhurriedly, and she was not even scratching herself.

His face instantly turned red, his hands were blocked in front of his chest, and he glared at him with a pair of blood-like eyes, "Give me back the quilt!" ”

"Get up, eat, and go to sleep." He rolled the quilt into his arms, and his expression was faintly mocking: "It's useless to block it, I looked up and down yesterday and washed it." ”

Washed it all over? She suddenly felt that her thoughts were short-circuited, her brain was confused, who would explain what it meant to wash it again?

Is she a fruit?

"It's just to give you a bath." His expression was flat, as if the weather was good today.

Dong Yi's blue face was flushed, and his eyes widened at him, "You, why are you bathing me!" ”

"Master has a habit of cleanliness." The Seventh Master said it as a matter of course. In fact, I want her to take a bath and relax her body.

What does it matter to me that you have a habit of cleanliness! East Israel wept. Fortunately, she fell asleep last night, and if she woke up halfway through washing, she would not have to die of embarrassment. Ahem...... Let a man bathe himself, I really want to dig a pit and bury myself.

"You, that, you go out, I'm going to get dressed." If the quilt doesn't come back, Dong Yilan pulls a pillow to block his body.

Mo Qiye looked at her expressionlessly, and his feet were stunned and did not move.

"If you don't leave, how can I get up and get dressed?" She wailed.

"I'll help you get dressed." The seventh master is an absolute man of action, and he will do what he says. He threw the quilt in the corner of the bed, turned around and walked to the closet, which opened to help her find clothes. Corset, small inner line. Outerwear...... Forget it, anyway, I don't plan to go out today, I'm good at home in pajamas, and it's convenient to flirt.

Dong Yilan watched him automatically and spontaneously look for clothes, and suddenly felt that this room was very familiar.

It's not just familiar, isn't this your own home?

"Damn, Mo Yao, when did you move to my house?"

"Probably," the dark eyes looked up at the ceiling at 45 degrees, and after a serious consideration for a long time, he finally nodded pretending to be before saying, "It's been a long time." ”

"......" has always been living in her own house, and she doesn't even know it! If she comes back to live on a whim, will she be in the mouth of a tiger?

Be calm, be calm, be calm, there must be some misunderstanding here!

"How do you have the keys to my house?"

"Father-in-law gave it!" The seventh master looked proud, as for why he gave it, this does not need to be explained.

Yes!? Dong Yilan was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out. Her father gave away his own home, and he still didn't sue her? Is this a clear intention to put yourself in as a giveaway?

"Come here, get dressed, if you don't go down, it's going to be cold."

The seventh master tried his best to hide his good mood, reached out and dragged away the pillow in her arms, and helped her put the corset on her body in her confused eyes.

"Which breast?" Pinching the corners of his clothes, he asked thoughtfully.

"Well...... let the man bathe himself, and let the man dress himself, or the most intimate underwear, Dong Yilan, you are going to fall to what Cheng dù! She scratched her long hair frantically, and it turned into a bird's nest, before she resigned herself to her fate, "The last row." ”

After putting on the underwear, I put the pajamas on her and picked her up.

"Master take you to brush your teeth."

...... "I'm not a waste that I can't dispose of.

"I remember what I said before, I want to take care of you all the time, and if you miss all these years, you will double the compensation back!"

After hearing this, Dong Yilan's heart suddenly stopped struggling.

I vaguely remember that when he was a child, he was good to himself, and he always felt that he deserved it, because he believed that he was his future husband, so no matter how willful and unreasonable he was, he didn't think it was too much.

Now he is still the same him, the one who will accompany him for the rest of his life, that is, she has power over his wayward again!

Thinking of this, Dong Yilan's heart became extremely happy, and even the sketch on the bathroom wall that she had always wanted to replace looked a lot more pleasing to the eye, and even saw a bit of artistic atmosphere.

Sitting on the glass platform, enjoying his service with peace of mind.

"Open your mouth." He squeezed the toothpaste onto the toothbrush and placed it to her lips.

She generously showed a neat row of teeth, and he carefully served her to brush her teeth, as if a collector was looking at a rare treasure.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she cleaned up, she was covered in water, changed her clothes and took a shower, and it was already half an hour later when she went downstairs.

The breakfast was hot, and it had become cold.

"I'll do it again." Mo Yao said.

"You know how to cook?" Dong Yilan's eyes widened in surprise, and he didn't believe that the breakfast on the table, which looked good, was made by Mo Yao.

"Just a simple breakfast." After thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly turned his head and yelled at her fiercely: "The food that Master cooked for you is not delicious, you have to eat it." After speaking, in Dong Yilan's even more shocked eyes, he entered the kitchen.

Is this, annoyed and angry?

In fact, Mo Yao can't cook, and he can't have a simple breakfast. The day before yesterday, he suddenly couldn't contact Dong Yilan and realized that his status in her heart might not be high, he was scared. This fear turned directly into action, and he wanted to make her feel very important, so that she would be willing to be by his side and never leave.

He didn't have any trustworthy friends in reality, and he couldn't consult his subordinates, so he stumbled into a forum by mistake.

This forum is actually to teach women how to keep men's hearts.

He saw one, and wanted to keep his heart, to keep his stomach first. The great Mo Qiye thought to himself, men and women are the same, and the same principle should work for women. So he made up his mind to practice cooking, and he must keep her heart and her stomach!

He found various recipes from the Internet.

The first night he was pestered by Ellen and he didn't have time to learn, and he only started practicing this morning. In general, he was not badly talented, and after wasting countless eggs, he learned to fry eggs, and cooked porridge with a measuring cup and a scale written on the instructions.

Listening to the rumbling sound of the range hood from the kitchen, Dong Yilan's eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

When he was in Mexico, she still cooked for him, and he couldn't even peel green onions at that time. She is also at the level of second-hand knives, she is now learning and selling, and sometimes she doesn't think the food she cooks is very delicious, picky like him, but she eats very happily.

Suddenly, there was a crackling noise in the kitchen.

He's not going to blow up the kitchen, is he?

Dong Yilan bounced up from her seat violently, and pulled the bottom of her thigh too violently, causing her to grit her teeth and inhale.

"It doesn't hurt to say anything, liar!" muttered in his mouth, and sure enough, the man's words in bed could not be believed. moved to the door of the kitchen with a very strange walking posture, and saw the usually arrogant Mo Qiye squatting on the ground, picking up the fragments of the porcelain bowl.

On the edge of the bowl, there was a lot of egg juice.

"Why did you get here?" Seeing Dong Yilan, Mo Yao's face was a little hot. His brow furrowed suddenly, and then quickly stretched out again.

Although I was willing to wash my hands and make soup for her in my heart, it was another thing to let her see her like a wolf.

"You go out first, and the meal will be fine for a while." Mo Yao threw the pieces of the porcelain bowl into the trash, quickly turned around and turned his back to Dong Yilan, and turned on the faucet to rinse the egg liquid on his hands. The tap water was mixed with a hint of crimson and flowed into the sewer.

Even though he was moving very fast, Dong Yilan could see something abnormal.