After hanging up the phone, he fell into endless contemplation and smoked a cigarette quietly.

The smoke filled with smoke, obscuring the man's handsome face.

Qiao Ruoxin's mother finally took the initiative to find the door.

He could even imagine what Qiao Ruoxin was going to say to him tomorrow night.

Mo Chen snuffed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and let out a disdainful sneer.

His eyes looked at a minimalist picture frame on the desk, which was a photo of him and Qiao Ruoxin.

In the group photo, the little ghost is holding his arm and smiling sweetly, while he looks down at her expressionlessly.

That day, he snatched Qiao Ruoxin's first kiss.

He never said it, and it was his first kiss.

……

Soon, night fell.

When Qiao Ruoxin returned to Jiangfu No. 1, he found that Mo Ye came back very early today and did not work in the study.

Instead, he was wearing a black nightgown and leaning against the bed and reading a book.

So laid-back?

She walked over to the bed, took the book from the man's hand, and slipped into his arms and lay on top of him.

"Brother Mo Chen, are you angry?"

The man looked down at the delicate and beautiful little face in his arms, and his voice was lazy and sexy: "Huh? What are you angry about? ”

"It's daytime, I asked you to delete Weibo, are you angry?"

Qiao Ruoxin's pair of watery eyes looked at him very sincerely.

Mo Chen's slender fingers caressed her head, and the fingertips ran through her long silky hair: "No." ”

"Then why didn't you look at me just now......"

"I'm reading."

"What book is so good? Better looking than me? ”

The man chuckled and pinched her face: "Are you jealous of a book?" ”

She snorted arrogantly, then ripped open the collar of his nightgown.

Mo Chen frowned: "What for?" ”

"Let's see if your allergy symptoms are better."

Qiao Ruoxin took a closer look and found that all the red spots on his body had disappeared, so she nodded with satisfaction.

The man said lightly, "Oh...... I thought you wanted it again. ”

“……”

Qiao Ruoxin slapped the man's shoulder unceremoniously: "You have nothing else in your mind except these!" I'm going to take a shower! ”

Then, get up and walk towards the bathroom.

Until the bathroom door closes, and the sound of running water can be heard inside.

Half an hour later.

Jo Ruoxin walked out of the bathroom in a suspender nightdress, her hair already dry, and then she sat down on the bedside stool and began to apply body lotion.

The man on the bed glanced at it and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?" ”

"Applying body lotion, what's wrong?"

"Well, come here."

Qiao Ruoxin had no choice but to speed up the application of body lotion, lay down on the bed, and turned off the light.

"Little ghost, I have a party tomorrow night, you don't have to wait for me, go to bed early."

"yes, I know."

Isn't this all everyday? Is this something else worth talking about?

She leaned on the man's chest and played with the collar of his nightgown: "Do you have anything else to say?" ”

Mo Chen kissed her smooth and white forehead, and her voice was hoarse: "It's gone." ”

"I can't sleep...... Can you tell me a story? She whispered.

The man hugged her soft body, and his voice was lazy and sexy: "Once upon a time, there was a little ghost who liked to bully men, and later, the man she bullied fell in love with her, so he pressed her to sleep every night. ”

Qiao Ruoxin couldn't help laughing: "Have I ever bullied you?" How dare I bully you? ”

Mo Chen closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a doting smile: "You have." ”

She smiled without saying a word, leaning on the man's chest and slowly closing her eyes.