"Mother, father, Yin'er is tired these days, so I took her up to rest. "Ling Muyue knew that the little thing was a little embarrassed, and she didn't want to have any conversation with her father, so she made an excuse and left the restaurant with the little thing.www.biquge.info

In Ling's mother's opinion, this move had a different intention.

So, I readily agreed.

"Go, go, go. Zhuyin, you can stay here today. I'll just ask Wen Qi to make a phone call with your brother. Obviously, Ling Mu was waiting for this sentence.

Ling Muyue naturally understood what his mother was thinking, but he didn't want to debunk it, or rather, he was willing to obey his mother's wishes.

Gu Zhuyin originally felt that something was wrong, but she survived until Ling's mother didn't object, and Ling's father didn't seem to object, so she didn't say anything, and followed Mu Yue out of the restaurant.

Ling Muyue's room was just as meticulous as his master.

However, a few pieces of mahogany furniture in the room seemed a little out of place with the other black and white furniture in the room.

Although Ling Muyue rarely returned here, the maids cleaned it every day, so it was as clean as a model house.

After closing the door, Ling Muyue couldn't wait to hug his little thing, put him against the door, and kissed him fiercely.

It's just that the more I kiss, the more I feel that the body seems to be not satisfied with such an "hors d'oeuvres".

He wanted more, and even wanted to integrate the beautiful woman in front of him into his own blood.

Suddenly, an abrupt voice sounded outside the door.

"Mother Ling, why are you here?" Song Wenqi also planned to go back to the room to rest, but he didn't expect Mother Ling to stand at the door of the young master's room and not know what she was doing.

Ling's mother was a little embarrassed, could she say that she was here to listen to the foot of the wall?

The two people in the room stopped their movements in an instant when they heard the movement outside the door.

Gu Zhuyin also gradually came to his senses.

At this time, she was already lying on the pure white bed in some disheveled clothes.

If it weren't for the movement outside the door, the two might have gone wrong.

"Don't move, I'm—go see." Ling Muyue's voice was a little low and hoarse, faintly dissatisfied.

After straightening Gu Zhuyin's body and covering the quilt, he sorted out his somewhat messy clothes, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Ling Muyue pretended to be indifferent.

But Ling's mother is also a person who has come over: "Don't look dissatisfied, I know you are thinking about other girls." It can be seen that this is a good girl, don't hurt others. I'm here to tell you that the first drawer of your bedside table is what your dad gave you.

You're so old, your dad already had you when you were your age. Hurry up and get someone in the door, we're all waiting to hold our grandchildren!" ”

As she spoke, Mother Ling glanced at the small bulge that arched on the bed, and teasingly glanced at her son who was dissatisfied with her desires: "Go quickly, don't let the girl wait." ”

After saying that, Ling Mu left this floor.

Ling Muyue lowered her head and smiled, she didn't expect her mother to be so open, it seemed that it was good to be with Grandma Liang.

Close the door and relock it.

And Gu Zhuyin, who was hiding in the quilt to cover his ears and steal the bell, was already nervously covered with cold sweat.

Ling Muyue lifted the quilt away, and Gu Zhuyin exclaimed slightly in fright, holding her head, not daring to open her eyes, and still chanting words in her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Ling, I only sleep in bed when I'm tired. Don't get me wrong, I'm ......"