When Xiao Feiyan pushed the door in with a big storybook, Mo Xiaolu had already changed into pajamas and buried herself in the silk quilt with her neck bent, leaving only a small head.

She was really unacceptable to this pajamas, and she always felt that there was not much difference between wearing them and not wearing them, so she had to block them with a silk quilt.

Xiao Feiyan pursed her lips, went to bed with the storybook in her arms, looked at the last deer shrunk in the middle, supported her forehead, and sighed.

The little hand pushed the end of the fawn, making a look.

The last fawn moved back for some reason, making a large empty seat.

Xiao Fei Yan smiled and leaned over to pat the bed, and happily beckoned to Fei Luo, "Uncle, sleep." ”

I saw Scarlet Luo walking towards him step by step, and Mo Xiaolu shrank his neck closer to Scarlet Yan.

Scarlet Yan was so disgusted that she pouted, but she didn't push her away.

Scarlet walked over disapprerovingly, grabbed the corner of the quilt, and slid her tall body into the quilt, occupying half of the large bed, and the soft bed sank in.

Although it was on Scarlet Yan's side, Mo Xiaolu was still so frightened that she jumped out again.

"Tell a story, tell a story." Scarlet Yan pulls out the storybook and throws it into Scarlet Luo's arms.

Scarlet Luo took the storybook, held Scarlet Yan in one hand, and laughed heartily, "Come, tell us a story for Xiao Yanyan." ”

"Great." Scarlet Yan kicked her little feet and clapped her hands excitedly. In fact, I slandered in my heart: real ink, if you want to talk about it, talk about it quickly.

"Longlongago......" It is a purely British storybook, a children's book with easy vocabulary.

Scarlet Yan shrunk into Scarlet Luo's arms, tilting her little head and picking up the storybook, curled up like a newborn baby.

The tranquil atmosphere made Mo Xiaolu gradually relax, and she listened carefully.

His voice was heard, low and magnetic, with an indescribable sense of security, and every word was as smooth as if it were his native language.

The warm jade-like voice, the soft and doting expression, and the gentle patting of the scarlet Yan's movements, such a scarlet Luo is a side that Mo Xiaolu has never seen.

Mo Xiaolu held his head in one hand and stared at him intently.

The smile on his lips was completely different from his fierce appearance.

He has his gentleness, but that gentleness does not belong to him. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little sad, water droplets can pierce through stones, why is Scarlet Luo's heart so hard?

In the soft light, the bridge of his high nose could cast a shadow, and his thin lips spat out a barrage of English. Why do such beautiful lips always say such sad things?

The last fawn lowered her eyelids and fell into deep thought.

Scarlet Yan has been jumping up and down for a day today, and she is really sleepy at this time, shrinking into Scarlet Luo's arms and falling asleep.

Scarlet carefully put the storybook on the bedside table, and slowly pulled out his arm, his left arm was an old wound, and he would be numb to the point of being unconscious after being pillowed for a long time.

Meeting with Huang Xuan these days, he has never mentioned that he has been injured. Before, Qi Sheng only thought that he had only been shot in the chest when he was saving Mo Xiaolu, but he didn't know that his left hand was almost destroyed.

Mo Xiaolu noticed that he was moving, raised his eyes to look at him, and when he realized what he was going to do, he subconsciously reached out to help him pinch his numb arm and perform a blood circulation massage.

Scarlet stared at her with interest.

Sensing the hot gaze, Mo Xiaolu looked up again to realize what she had done, she panicked and stopped, her heart jumping, and she lowered her head to not look at him.

Before the birthday party, they were still a couple, and every time he went to sleep, he would hold her, and she would stick to his chest and hug his strong waist like Scarlet Yan now, and snuggle up in his arms like a doll.

Whenever his arm was numb by her own pillow, she would nervously squeeze his arm and give him a blood circulation massage.

At that moment, she forgot that the two had broken up.

She withdrew her hand, closed her eyes and buried her head in the pillow to calm herself.

He withdrew his gaze, reached out to turn off the last night light, and closed the electric curtains.

The faint moonlight outside the window was gradually obscured by the bed curtains, and the light became narrower and narrower until it disappeared.

Hearing the sound of him turning off the lights, Mo Xiaolu secretly opened her eyes, and the room was dark, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed to have calmed down for a long time, her heart no longer beat violently because of his breath, and sleepiness gradually swept in. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually fell asleep.

It's just that Scarlet will let her go so easily?

Of course not, Scarlet Lot's big hand sneaked out in the dark night.

She only felt some pain in her shoulder.

Slender fingertips pick up the shoulder straps.

The shoulder strap is picked up and lowered, picked up and put down.

After repeating this, Mo Xiaolu finally woke up from torture, but he was still confused in his sleep, as if he was still in a dream.

"Sleepy?" His voice seemed to be in her ears, and she could feel the fiery breath spraying over her cochlea, causing her to shiver.

The last fawn reflexively shrunk his neck, his little hands pushed him, his consciousness was still a little foggy, and he was as lazy as a Persian cat.

He took her hand away and raised it above his head, his sexy thin lips close to her ear again, "Don't sleep." ”

"It's itchy." Mo Xiaolu squinted, craned his neck, and was confused, "Don't make trouble." "That warm breath on my ears really itched.

As if he had discovered something funny, Scarlet continued to play tricks on her, deliberately blowing in her ear and scratching her tickle with his hands.

The last fawn giggled, her wrist was held by him, and she could only twist to avoid his prankster.

It's like a fun game, and Mown enjoys it, but the person who plays tricks on him is not a patient person.

People who are familiar with ancient martial arts have clearer eyes than ordinary people, and such a dark night can also be seen one or two. Seeing that the end of the fawn kept squinting, his eyes did not appear to be awake at all.

He lost his patience and suddenly pinched hard through the fabric.

The confused person woke up instantly, and was so shocked that he wanted to sit up but was caught back by Scarlet, and his misty eyes instantly became clear.

Only then did she realize that it was not a dream before, "Why are you here?" What about Yan Yan? ”

The big hand grabbed the petite her and pulled her into his arms, his chin against the top of her head, and replied lazily: "I took it to sleep next door." ”

Why do you ...... do this? Moe Xiaolu wanted to ask, but gave up again. It seems that from the beginning to now, no matter what Scarlet wants to do, he can only be forced to bear it.

The body moved back, and the slender fingers were so skillful that they lifted the chin.

Scorching breath, strong action. She looked up in despair, trembling with fear, her little hands desperately trying to push him away.

His thin lips slightly hooked up an inexplicable smile, and his heart was instantly filled with a strong desire to conquer.

The scorching breath always surrounded her.

She was so scared that she just wanted to dodge, but her wrists were imprisoned on top of her head, and she couldn't break free from his shackles no matter what.

In desperation, the fawn gave up the struggle, tilting her head and curling her long seaweed-like hair, "Do you love me?" ”

The man's body stiffened and he stopped, but only in an instant he resumed his domineering behavior.

The last fawn's pale face could only sneer in despair and sadness.

All over his body, all his smell.

But how sad is this man who doesn't love her?

*

Next.

Awakened.

Mohammawn sat up violently.

The shaking of the soft bed disturbed the sleeping Scarlet Yan next to her, who pouted and pulled the quilt dissatisfied, turned over and continued to sleep.

Look at the little person next to you. Mo Xiaolu was a little confused, she didn't ...... with Scarlet Luo last night, when did Yan Yan come back?

In fact, last night, the end of the deer fainted, Scarlet Luo was in a rare good mood to help the end of the deer wash his body, and then went to the next door to pick up the scarlet back, hugging the end of the deer to sleep all night. Just now, it was the sound of Scarlet Luo leaving that woke up the last fawn.

The slight depression and folds on the left side seemed to prove that someone had just slept here, and the slender hand gently stroked the soft quilt, which seemed to have the temperature left by Scarlet, and Mo Xiaolu couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart, guessing that he should have just left.

Curled up in the corner of the quilt, hugging her knees, looking at the ceiling. She was a little confused, a little sad, what was between her and Scarlet? And what does he think of himself? If there is no use value, can it be used as a catharsis tool?

She thought sadly, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but go down, the tip of her nose was a little sour, and she was stuck in her thoughts for a long time.

Who knew that in the next second, Scarlet Yan sat up, grabbed Mo Xiaolu's arm, stared at her big watery eyes, and shouted at her, "Ah......, Lulu, I fell asleep yesterday, did you succeed?" ”

Mo Xiaolu was so shocked that he covered his ears, sighed, and said helplessly: "It's a ...... It's a success. "It's just that it's better not to succeed, it's simply a one-sided squeeze, and it has nothing to do with love.

"Success?" Scarlet Yan loosened her arm, lifted the quilt with her little hand, and the little meat ball arched and climbed out of bed, leaving a sentence indignantly, "Men are really big pigs' trotters." ”

Shocked, the little deer's brain was a little messy, and he looked at the small back and shouted, "Are you really five years old?" Who taught you that? ”

Scarlet Yan waved her hand, shaking her head with a deep look, the little man shaking his head is really cute.

*

Forced to toss all night, hungry and tired.

Mo Xiaolu rubbed her sore waist and went downstairs to the restaurant, the plain and slim cheongsam could clearly see that there was something wrong with her walking and twisting posture.

Just the good thing that the little witch did was Scarlet Yan, she ran away with her dress, and she didn't know what to do.

When she went out, Naqiao only prepared three sets of clothes for her, and one set of pajamas had died 'tragically' in Scarlet's hands last night. A black dress that I wore yesterday was taken away by the little witch. There is also a plain cheongsam that she wore that day. Looks like she's going out to buy clothes today.

The awkward walking posture attracted Sister Wang, the maid of Qi Sheng's family, to ask enthusiastically and concernedly: "Miss Mo, are you twisted to your waist?" Saying that, I have to go up to help, "Sister has oil, just push it with oil." ”

Mo Xiaolu's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he waved his hand politely and politely, "Thank you, Sister Wang, I'...... I just accidentally flashed it, and it was fine in no time. After a short period of shyness, thinking about last night's episode, a trace of gloom flashed in the corner that Sister Wang couldn't see.

Sister Wang glanced at the state of the deer worriedly, and said again: "I don't look at the flash lightly, let's help you push the oil, okay quickly." ”

"I'm ......," Modewn was about to politely refuse, when an elderly servant passed by with a plate.

Seeing this, his kind face brought a smile in his heart, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were almost together, "Xiao Wang, this young man flashed his waist quickly, and you will also flash to his waist in the future, don't worry about it for a day or two." You go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and you will wake up soon. ”

After saying this, Mo Xiaolu's sad emotions were all filled with shyness, and he was really ashamed that he didn't know what to do, his delicate face was as red as a cherry, and it was not right to take away the plain hand on his waist, and it was not right to let go. I could only bow my head in shame and laugh awkwardly.

This sister Wang is the cook of Qi Sheng's family, she has been concentrating on cooking skills for many years and has never been in love, and now she is not in her early thirties, and she has not been married, unlike the elderly aunt who has given birth to children and knows the little things about men and women.

The older aunt put the plate in her hand into Sister Wang's hand and pushed her, "Let's go, Xiao Wang, we haven't prepared breakfast for a while, but you can bear it." "This aunt has a kind face and looks very easy to get along with.

"Miss Mo will go to the front hall first and wait, I really didn't expect that the young ladies and young masters would get up so early, and breakfast was not yet ready. After a while, I will tell Sister Wang to call you. ”

Mo Xiaolu blushed and nodded politely, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome, you're a guest."

In this way, the fawn came to the front hall and waited for a while.