As soon as he entered the bedroom, he was stunned by Wang Chuchu's eyes.

In front of me, whether it was the floor or the bed, there were rose petals lying everywhere.

Next to the bedside table, there are three delicate and blooming large red roses.

Looking at the quilt again, it was intimately folded into a pair of mandarin ducks, and it was circled in a heart shape.

And that's not all.

In the room, where the eye can reach, there is a conspicuous place of some kind of cover, uh, it is used to put on a man, a certain place......

Also, on the messy Indian side, there is a famous oil ......

The whole bedroom is full of desire......

It's just - infuriating!

"Looking at these things, how do you sleep?!"

She only had to think that on a late winter night, the heating in the room was hot, and a young couple was in a luxurious presidential suite, alone and widowed, living in the same room, and there were many catalysts that were out of control......

"Ahh No way! No way! Don't let him in tonight! ”

Wang Chuchu ran out to take a look, thinking that there should be another room.

Turning around, "That designer designed only one bedroom here!" Sick!!! ”

"Who's sick?"

As soon as Mo Qi came back, he heard her wail.

"The designer of this room!"

Mo Qi snorted and laughed, it turned out that she had entered the room.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

"Really?"

"If you ask me again, I'll sleep in bed tonight."

"No, no, I don't ask, I didn't say anything." Wang Chuchu quickly shut up.

Glancing at his outfit.

"Why are you so strange in this dress?"

It looks like a one-piece black costume with protective gear on the shoulders, elbows, and knees, making it look like some kind of competition-specific clothing.

"Are you going to participate in any competition?"

"This one is yours, you put it on, I'll take you to play."

Mo Qi handed her a pink dress.

She shook it open and saw that it was almost identical except for the color, the design and the one he was wearing.

Wang Chuchu was a little expectant, so he took his clothes and ran to the bathroom to change.

After coming out, she looked at Mo Qi with a smug expression, "What's the matter?" Do you think I'm cute and handsome? ”

Mo Qi smiled and pierced her ruthlessly, "Anyone, after wearing pink, there will be no such thing as being handsome." ”

A pillow fell into the sky, this time hitting his head.

Two people, one pink and one black, appeared in the underground parking lot.

On the way down, Wang Chuchu was like a little bird, chirping, and kept asking him, "Where are we going?" What are we going to do? Will it be cold to wear this at night? Are you coming back here tonight? ”

chirping, mouth non-stop for a second.

Mo Qi originally wanted to answer her words.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was covered by her next sentence.

Later, he found out that this person didn't care about his answer at all, because she could ask and answer herself.

It's kind of cute.

"Wow, that's so handsome!"

In the parking lot, a blue-black Harley motorcycle is particularly prominent and shocking.

The iconic air-cooled muscle car, the engine only needs to be turned on, and the strong torque and surging sound that make people feel excited in an instant.

She jumped forward, couldn't wait to reach out and stroke back and forth on the car, and asked in an incredulous tone, "Is this yours, my God, this classic inheritor has at least 300,000, when did you buy it?" This car is very cool, very handsome, you see its design, the engine ......"

Mo Qi was a little surprised to see her chattering and praising this car.

Among the girls, there should be no one who likes this kind of motorcycle with a rough appearance and dark colors.

Mo Qi put the helmet on for her, "Let's go, I'll take you for a ride." ”

Wang Chuchu was already sitting in the car with his butt and urging him, "Hurry up, take my sister for a ride!" ”

Mo Qi: How can I have the illusion of a little hooligan, but the attributes are still cute.