Dong Yilan took it for granted that Mo Yao was still living in the Mo family's old mansion.

Walking into the courtyard, there was a lifeless atmosphere all around, and the damp and cold breath came to the face, and Dong Yilan suddenly had a layer of goosebumps. Her memory is still stuck in 17 years ago, when the Mo family's mansion was very lively and people came and went.

Seventeen years, things are not people.

"Mo Yao?" She shouted tentatively, and all that replied to her was the cold, silent air.

Dong Yilan chuckled in his heart, only to feel the coolness rise from the soles of his feet and quickly spread all over his body.

Putting the suitcase at the entrance and going up the stairs to the second floor, the house was spotlessly cleaned, giving Dong Yilan the illusion of walking into a haunted house.

"Mo Yao, are you there?"

The window at the end of the hallway was open, and the wind was blowing in, blowing Dong Yi's blue hair flying wildly, and she used her hand to smooth it into a strand and grasp it in her palm. A soft cough came from the next room, and she pushed open the door and walked in.

Dong Yilan was instantly stunned by what was in front of him.

There was a scrawny man lying on the bed, with his withered fingers in front of his face, and if it weren't for the slight coughing sound, anyone who saw it would have thought it was a dried corpse.

Dong Yilan covered his mouth with both hands, but still cried out.

Alarmed by the screams, the "dry corpse" turned his head slightly. After seeing Dong Yilan's appearance clearly, those shriveled eyes flashed a glimmer of light.

"Qing, Qing'er......" The dry hand raised and pointed to the east and blue, only to fall down again in a moment.

The voice was very low, Dong Yilan couldn't hear what he said clearly, and his mouth seemed to be "Qing'er ......"

"Who is Qing'er?" Is it similar to yourself?

The man didn't answer, his dark purple mouth open, panting heavily, as if he would die as soon as he closed his mouth. Dong Yilan walked over and looked at the man on the bed, he was so thin that he was only skinny and bone, and part of his skin exposed outside the quilt was covered with terrible black spots.

This kind of spot, it should only appear on corpses!

"Who are you?" Dong Yilan enabled a computer search, but could not find any of his identity.

"Elan!" Mo Yao's voice came from behind, with a nervousness that had never been felt before.

He was in the office when he suddenly received a call from Aunt Li, saying that a girl with a suitcase had come to the old mansion, and the phone call to Dong Yilan could not get through, and he guessed that Dong Yilan might think that he was still living in the old mansion, so he hurried over.

As soon as Mo Yao came, Dong Yilan's depressed mood instantly cleared.

"I just looked for you and found it for half a day." She pursed her lips, her dark eyes with a hint of resentment, and stretched out her arms to him, "Hug." ”

Hug.

The little woman's voice was three points weak and seven points coquettish, and his worries and pent-up anger for two days were easily swept away. Those thoughts that wanted to punish her and take revenge on her didn't know where they went.

The dark eyes looked at Dong Yilan, and his woman was showing cat-like eyes, stretching out her hands and waiting for him to come forward and hug him.

Mo Yao's vanity as a man was greatly satisfied in an instant, and he strode close to Dong Yilan and hugged her tightly into his arms.

"I almost didn't see you." Feeling the man's warm embrace, she couldn't help but sigh.

Thinking of the moment when the black bear pounced, she still had palpitations.

"Let's go out first." The atmosphere here made him feel very uncomfortable, as if there were a pair of eyes staring at him from behind. Holding her and turning, he glanced at the person on the bed with his narrow eyes.

The man was also looking at him, looking at each other, and he keenly saw a hint of schadenfreude in the man's eyes.

Mo Yao was shocked in his heart, and suddenly a bad premonition rose.

As soon as she got out of the room, Mo Yao pushed Dong Yilan to the wall, put her slender arm on the side of her face, and looked at her condescendingly, "Say, run away silently, how do you want me to punish you?" ”

The domineering voice fiercely filled Dong Yilan's ears.

It wasn't her intention to run away without saying a word, it was really Amy's urging that was too urgent. She was going to call him on the road, but the phone has no signal, and when there is a signal, the phone is out of battery again, she came to him after getting off the plane, and he was still angry!

raised his little face to explain, but his lips were grabbed before he could speak.

His kiss was arrogant and domineering, and it fell down like a storm, venting his anger and his thoughts unbridledly. Dong Yilan raised his small hand, instinctively trying to push him away, but when the hand touched his strong chest, he changed his mind.

Looking at a magnified handsome face, she no longer turned a blind eye to her own thoughts, wrapped her hands around his neck, and responded enthusiastically. Lilac's little tongue explores unfamiliar territory, invading cities and lands.

Mo Yao didn't expect her to take the initiative to respond to him, his body was tight, and the blood all over his body was surging to one place, if it wasn't for the old mansion, he really wanted to do her now.

"Go home!"

With a single force of her arms, her feet lifted off the ground, and a large hand took her hips and took her into his arms.

The fiery lips and tongue blocked up again, crushed and sucked her lips, and walked downstairs with her in his arms, kissing straight along the way, feverish and intense. When he met Aunt Li downstairs, he didn't mean to stop, and walked out of the house all the way.

The corners of the ghost's mouth twitched when he was standing next to the car, master, you are too anxious, right? Can you consider the mood of these single dogs. Hurriedly pulled the car door, Mo Yao was short and hugged her and sat in.

As soon as the ghost was about to get into the car, he saw Aunt Li dragging her suitcase and chasing her, "This is the young lady's luggage." ”

Although she couldn't see the situation in the car anymore, Aunt Li couldn't help but look at it twice. The seventh young master's table is really sighing!

"Give it to me." The ghost took it, put it in the trunk, and got into the car pretending to be relaxed.

After getting in the car, a cold sweat came down.

glanced at the two passionate people from the rearview mirror, and now let him ask where the seventh master went, he would never dare to ask.

Go home, yes, go home! The situation of these two people is only suitable for going home! Of course, it's back to Dong Yilan's home, and since the last time he lived in, the seventh master of his family has not moved out.

With one foot on the accelerator, the Rolls-Royce rushed into the night.

In the back row of the seat, Dong Yilan rode on his lap in an extremely unsightly posture, the buttons of the dress were unbuttoned, his hand ran along her tender back, touched a row of buckles, and was about to untie it, she looked up in a panic, her dark eyes were confused.

"Don't ...... Not. "The breath that had just recovered was deprived of her free breath again, and her mind was in chaos, and the smell of him was overwhelming, which led to sinking.

He unbuttoned her back and pushed her baggy sweater onto it.

His chest was cold, and his lips had shifted ground.

"Uh-huh......" The electricity rushed into the ventricles, and she couldn't help but hold his head, and her slender ten fingers were inserted into his hair. What little sanity she had left made her push outward, but her hands held him tightly.

Boom......

The ghost swallowed, is this the rhythm that makes you want to listen to the live broadcast? The master is too inconsiderate of his subordinates! Damn Beiying, the injury is not good, you must know that he will face this situation when he comes back, he is willing to lie under the stone and let Beiying step on it!

Kicking the accelerator hard, the sound of the engine raging sounded in the surging traffic, and people saw a luxurious Rolls-Royce flying through the street.

When he arrived at East Elan's house, the ghost stopped the car at the door, and the fire was extinguished, so he opened the door and got out of the car, and fled in a puff of smoke.

"We're home." He glanced up at her destination, reached out to help her sort her messy clothes, and pushed the door open to get out of the car.

As he left, he glanced in the direction the ghost had fled. This guy got out of the car and didn't know how to open the door for him, and his guts were getting fatter and fatter, so he took time out to see how to clean him up.

Holding her hand, she raced all the way to the bedroom, so fast that she didn't even realize it was her home.

As soon as she entered, she was pushed against the door panel by some monkey rush, and the frantic kiss fell again, lingering on her lips for a moment, and then sliding down to her delicate neck.

He didn't seem to have shaved his beard, and it hurt and itched her neck, and he reached out to push him away, but he objected to pressing her arm against the door. His solid chest thrust forward, holding her tightly within his bounds.

The clothes on her body have been pushed up by her.

"Uh, don't ......" the frenzied offensive reminded her of that night in Mexico, and a great panic ensued, "Mo Yao, you, you wait a minute, I have something to tell you." ”

She didn't have anything to say, she was just scared, and the heart-rending pain of that night left an irreparable wound in her heart.

His lips returned again, "If you have anything to say, I'll wait until you're done." ”

His fiery lips blocked her words before she could utter, and his lips stuck to hers, pushing her towards the bed. He tugged at her obstructive clothes as he walked.

She struggled to no avail, and when she reached the bedside, all she had left was a pair of pants.

The cold touch of skin against the sheets was somewhat similar to that night, and she struggled even harder, her lips were tightly pursed by the kiss, and her small body curled up like a poor koala.

Mo Yao also felt her tightness, and his long arms scooped her into his arms, his hot gaze burning her red lips.

"Last time, it was not good for you, but you promise that it won't hurt this time."

Won't it hurt? She remembered the time in the tomb again, although there was no beginning and no end, but it also hurt terribly.

"You lied to me!"

"Ye swears, Ye absolutely did not lie to you, if Ye lies, he will punish Ye for not getting out of bed for three months." He held up two fingers and said solemnly.

She was suspicious, but she still believed three points.

He saw that her face was loosening a little, and without waiting for her to speak again, he immediately moved on to the next step, ripping off the only remaining pair of pants from her.

Later, every time he thought about this night, Dong Yilan gritted his teeth and felt that the man's oath was really not credible! He said that he would be punished for not getting out of bed for three months, in fact, every time he couldn't get out of bed, it was good.

"If it hurts, don't think about it next time." That's her condition.

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.