Chapter 744: Moonlit Night

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In the silence, Maomao's cry suddenly came from the room, mixed with a faint nasal voice, piercing the silence of the night.

"I have a dad, I have a dad. My dad is abroad, and I'm not a kid that no one wants. Mao Mao kicked the quilt, and her childish voice was getting louder and louder, and she was shouting more and more urgently. Qin Wanrou knew that Maomao was starting to have nightmares again. Wang Yong also seemed to understand that Mao Mao must have thought about today's events again.

"Oh~Oh~~ Mao Mao is good, Mao Mao is not afraid." Qin Wanrou hurriedly leaned on the head of Maomao's bed, put her forehead on Maomao's sweaty little face, and whispered in Maomao's ear: "Maomao is the most well-behaved, Maomao is not afraid, sleep with peace of mind, your mother will always be by your side." ā€

"I want Daddy. Mom, I want Daddy. Maybe Maomao is not asleep, maybe Maomao is talking in a dream, in the heart of this young child, Dad has always been a warm and sacred title, "I want Dad" This sentence is definitely the deepest and most desired idea of this child.

Hearing this, Qin Wanrou's tears burst suddenly, she forcibly held back her feelings, did not let herself cry in front of the child, tried her best to lower her voice, and continued to coax Mao Mao: "Mao Mao is good, Mao Mao is not afraid." Maomao sleeps with peace of mind, it's her mother who is not good, and her mother is not ....... ā€

The sentence "It's all my mother is bad" melted Wang Yong's heart. He knew that Qin Wanrou had paid too much for this negative man, and he absolutely couldn't tolerate it, this man had been out on the loose.

After coaxing Mao Mao to sleep, Wang Yong pulled Qin Wanrou out of the house, with a little excitement on her face, and her strength was heavier, which made Qin Wanrou's arm hurt.

"Wanrou, you sue me, where is that person?" Wang Yong stared at her with burning eyes, and his tone was unusually stiff, not so much asking, but questioning Qin Wanrou.

"I, didn't I say it a long time ago, he's still doing a PhD in the United States. What does he do, you ask? Qin Wanrou's words flickered, her head was lowered, and there was a hint of stubbornness in her soft and delicate voice, obviously unwilling for Wang Yong to mention this topic.

"You're lying." Wang Yong said categorically, and his sharp eyes shot straight through.

"I didn't, he's really in the U.S. and will be back soon." Qin Wanrou didn't dare to look at Wang Yong, closed her eyes like autumn water, and said with a slight trembling.

"Then you sue me now, where is the other? I'm going to see him, even if it's to turn the whole of America over, I'll help you find him and give you an explanation. Wang Yong said in a deep voice, this time, he seems to have the determination to break the casserole and ask to the end, and he is bound to find out.

"I don't need your kindness." Qin Wanrou raised her head, her misty gaze fell on his resolute face, and her tone became excited: "Wang Yong, that's my family matter." You, it's none of your business. ā€

"What do you mean it's none of my business? Qin Wanrou, I warn you, don't mess with me. Wang Yong's face was gloomy, and he continued to say word by word, his voice was not loud but very strong, and there was a force that was difficult to refuse: "You know, I'm here for Maomao." ā€

Qin Wanrou was stunned, tears flowed out silently, slid across her nose and cheeks, and flowed to her lips, slightly bitter. The mantis turned his head, and said in a cold and stubborn tone: "You don't have to worry about these things, Maomao has me with me, and it has always been good." Please don't disturb him. ā€

Hearing this sentence of rejecting people thousands of miles away, Wang Yong also had a chill, lowered his eyelashes lonely, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, when he comes back, I promise not to disturb your life again." Wang Yong looked at Qin Wanrou and said softly, more like a promise.

"I didn't mean that, I just hope you don't bother him now, he's concentrating on the doctor." Qin Wanrou was still very quiet, and lowered her head in disappointment.

"Qin Wanrou, tell me honestly, is there a problem between you?" Wang Yong smoked a cigarette violently, his eyes revealed a sharp brilliance, and he changed color sharply: "Wanrou, don't be afraid, if that bastard really bullies you and dares to let you suffer half a point of grievance, I will definitely help you out." ā€

"Who, who wants you to help me out? Wow~" Qin Wanrou couldn't control it anymore, turned her delicate body, lay on the railing, and cried bitterly.

This cry made Wang Yong impetuous, and his heart was numb. suddenly ran out of ideas, so she had to hurriedly put away her stinky face, gently put her hands on her shoulders that couldn't help shaking, and whispered and coaxed: "Uh, Wanrou, just now I spoke too quickly, too impulsively." I apologize to you now, can't I apologize? Aren't we going to cry? ā€

Speaking of Qin Wanrou's temper, she has always been tepid. Either gentle and considerate, not light yƬ play a small surname. Or it is like the gentle drizzle of this spring, although it is not domineering and fierce, but it is unexpectedly long and long, as if there are thousands of kittens scratching in his heart. This long-lost feeling struck again, Wang Yong seemed to have a beautiful illusion, and returned to the scene when he was young and frivolous, and fell in love with Wanrou.

Sure enough, although the surface is gentle as water. However, once the stubborn and paranoid surname in her heart is aroused, it will reveal another headache side of her, and this aunt will definitely let you experience what it means to be helpless.

Qin Wanrou was immersed in her feelings, and when she heard Wang Yong's apology, she turned her head away and was completely indifferent to his words. It's not annoying, it's not noisy, it's just self-care and crying.

Wang Yong slapped his forehead, turned back helplessly, and finished smoking a cigarette first.

After a while, seeing that Wanrou's sobbing had not stopped, her arms were put on her weak fragrant shoulders, and she broke it arrogantly and domineeringly, pretending to be fierce and threatening: "Qin Wanrou, you are enough!" How old are they, and they are still crying and playing surnames. You know my temper, don't let me get angry and beat you up. ā€

Unexpectedly, after such a threat, Qin Wanrou was stunned, crying even more sadly, lowering her head and sobbing, choking and saying, "You, why are you whipping me?" I, I'm not you, or not? ā€

"Hey, you've learned to be hard-mouthed?" Wang Yong saw that she finally responded, and his heart became much more comfortable. said with a smile: "I've been with Fei Fei for a long time recently, and this surname is playing a good role." Hehe, look at the way you cry with pear blossoms and rain, are you ashamed? Even Maomao is better behaved than you. You are a high school teacher, you have to have the tone and majesty of a teacher, and when you look back and let the students see your crying and crying appearance, isn't your image completely ruined? ā€

"I, I don't need you." Qin Wanrou struggled slightly stubbornly.

"What right do you have to make this decision for me? I'll just take care of your business. Wang Yong's tone was full of firmness, he bent his arm around her fragrant shoulder, forcibly hugged her in his arms, and said with a hippie smile: "Qin Wanrou, if you are disobedient again, I will beat your ass." ā€

Qin Wanrou was hugged by him, and couldn't help but tremble, her heart was sad, and she said sadly: "Wang Yong, you bully me, woo~ If you want to beat me, you can beat me, I, I'm not afraid of you." ā€

"Not afraid?" Wang Yong smiled darkly, saw that Wanrou had improved slightly, and said even more: "Okay, good." I'll see if you, Sister Liu Hulan, can bear the torture of a bad person like me. Hehe, let's do it, I'll take you to Maomao's ass beating, do you think this idea is good? ā€

"Huh?" Qin Wanrou was stunned, this guy won't come really. The watery pretty eyes stared at Wang Yong angrily, his face was full of shame and indignation, and he said in a trembling voice: "You, you, you are too bullying." I, I fought with you. ā€

"Haha, I'm kidding you." Wang Yong smiled while hiding, diverting her attention as much as possible. In the end, one didn't dodge, and was bitten on the shoulder by her, pretending to be in pain: "Ouch, gentle, you have a softer mouth." ā€

"Huh? Did I bite you? How's it going? For a while, Qin Wanrou looked tactful again, and she was very nervous about Wang Yonglai, which made people feel pity when they saw it.

Wang Yong's deep gaze gradually fell into the whirlpool, staring at her soft and touching face. A little bit of clear tears in the shallow light of the moonlight, like crystal clear glass, flashing with intoxicating streamers. Wang Yong couldn't help it for a while, lowered his head, and gently kissed her soft face. Touching the lip flap is salty, full of tears.

She opened her eyes, stood on the spot with a slight tremble, let Wang Yong's lips taste her tears, and one by one the gentle kisses fell on her forehead, eyelids, and nose like dragonflies.

Seeing that the corners of Wang Yong's lips gradually moved down, as if she was about to kiss her lips, Qin Wanrou regained some consciousness slightly, throbbed and resisted, and said, "Wang, Wang Yong." We don't, we can't do that anymore...... Woo~"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Yong completely ignored her weak resistance and sealed her jade lips domineeringly and hotly. In the depths of his love, he was distressed and precious, gently pouring powerful power into her, and seemed to greedily open her lips and suck her soft tongue. As if unconsciously whispered, "Wanrou, I'm sorry." It's all my fault, it's my fault. It's all my fault, for causing you to suffer so much. ā€

In an instant, Qin Wanrou's heart seemed to have been hit by a hammer, knocking open her hard shell, revealing the softest part inside.

Wang Yong's arms wrapped around Qin Wanrou in his arms, Wanrou was also soft like water, absorbing the taste of Wang Yong's body with attachment, under the cover of the moonlight, in the mottled projection of the woods, the two people seemed to merge into a sculpture, hugging each other tightly, kissing passionately.

The best time is like a moment of condensation.

…… (To be continued.) )