"My family!" Mo Qian felt that what he had to do now was to take her home, and then work hard to create a person, so that she could only be his mistress.

"What?" Wen Qing was sensitively aware of something, and looked at him with a wary expression, "What are you doing at your house?" ”

Mo Qian smiled a little ill-willedly, and said slowly, "What can a man and a woman, a lonely man and a widow, do?" ”

Wen Qing only felt that her heart was about to jump to her throat, and she almost jumped up with excitement, "You rascal!" ”

Mo Qian drove the car steadily with one hand, put his arm around her waist with the other, and chuckled, "Wen Qing, get into my car, do you still have the right to choose?" ”

Wen Qing twitched the corners of her mouth fiercely, she really got on the thief ship, thinking of what might happen next, her heart fluttered, did she really forgive him, was she willing to accept him?

Mo Qian no longer paid attention to what her expression would be, anyway, what he had to do today was to cook raw rice with her, then sow the seeds, and wait for the melons to ripen and land.

Luxury apartment, quiet in the corridor, at this point in time, either still working overtime, or still socializing, or has entered the dream.

Then, the key collided with the keyhole and broke the gentle silence.

As soon as the door opened, the two men were entwined with each other, as if they could not bear to separate, as if they had lost control, they clung to each other, leaving no gap.

One hand fumbled on the wall to turn on and off the lights in the living room, and with a snap, the dark space instantly became brighter.

"Mo Qian," Wen Qing gasped, "I didn't forgive you!" ”

"Don't talk!" Mo Qian didn't have time to listen to her say this now, he pressed Wen Qing on the armrest of the fabric sofa, and his mouth did not stop for a moment.

One by one, the clothes were taken off and scattered from the living room to the bedroom.

Soon, the two collapsed on the bed and became entangled again.

Wen Qing could feel the blood in her brain constantly expanding, making her forget everything and just want to be with him.

She was fascinated, and after that, only Mo Qian was left in her eyes.

After a few lingering moments, Mo Qian put his arm around her and asked puzzledly, "Wen Qing, why didn't you tell me at that time?" ”

Wen Qing lay on top of him and groaned, "Zhiqiu has her pride, and so do I." ”

Mo Qian's heart tightened, why did he get dazed at that time, forgetting that she wouldn't be like this, but listening to her explanation, he was a little relieved in his heart, because he still had a chance.

However, the heavens did not obey people's wishes, Wen Qing suddenly got up from his arms and glanced at him, "I didn't say that I would accept you again." ”

Mo Qian raised his eyebrows, both of them are like this, she is still hard-mouthed, could it be that he is not working hard enough.

"Wen Qing, are you inviting me?"

Wen Qing glared at him, got up and wanted to leave, "Do you want to be ashamed?" ”

At this time, Mo Qian didn't care whether he had a face or not, he stretched out his hand and pulled her, and pressed her under him again, "If you don't agree today, you don't have to leave." ”

When it was close to the early hours of the morning, Yi Yanlin appeared in Shen Zhiqiu's villa again, and when he returned from Yi's house during the day, he found that she was gone, and left a note, saying that Yu Xi had a fever and she wanted to go back to see, he waited in the apartment for a long time, and he didn't see her come back, and he didn't answer his phone calls or send messages, so he simply came to her in person.

In Shen Zhiqiu's room, although the light was on, no one saw her, Yi Yanlin walked directly into the bathroom, and put on a set of men's pajamas when he came out, it seems that Shen Zhiqiu knew that he would come, so he would specially prepare, he thought so.

After waiting for half an hour, she didn't come back, Yi Yanlin simply lay on the bed and waited for her, he found that her room was very different today, not only men's pajamas, but also a few bouquets of roses in the room, as well as champagne, and even incense.

Glancing at these, he remembered that she didn't really like incense, so she didn't make these preparations.

Before he could figure it out, he heard a voice outside.

"Zhiqiu, Izawa already knows the truth, and he wants you to be with him, so he will prepare these." It was Monet who spoke.

Shen Zhiqiu's voice was a little tired, "Monet, Ize doesn't understand, you won't not understand, I can't accept him, even if he is Ize's father." ”

"But, Zhiqiu ......"

Monet wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Shen Zhiqiu, "Monet, I'm tired, let's talk about it tomorrow!" I originally thought that Yu Xi was really sick, but I didn't expect it to be a ploy they used to trick her into coming back, and I didn't know if Yi Yanlin would be angry, thinking of this, she felt more and more tired.

Ignoring Monet's concern, she unscrewed the door and walked into the room, and as soon as she closed the door, she fell into an embrace, and when she saw that familiar face, their lips touched lips, their teeth touched teeth, and their tongues were entwined.

Yi Yanlin bit Shen Zhiqiu's lip a few times, and Shen Zhiqiu also returned it. He put his arm around her waist, she lifted one foot and wrapped it tightly around his thigh, and then the center was unstable, and the two people fell to the ground, Yi Yanlin carefully protected her, for fear that she would be injured.

Shen Zhiqiu blinked, and then kissed him again.

Soon, the two were entangled, and the air instantly became hot, and Shen Zhiqiu gasped, "Yi Yanlin......"

"I'm here!" Yi Yanlin bit her neck lightly, feeling the tremor of her body.

"Yi Yanlin, we're going to face the biggest trouble." Shen Zhiqiu maintained the last trace of clarity.

But Yi Yanlin didn't care about this, he held her neck with both hands, and then spun around, and the two of them switched positions.

When the two of them went on a blind date, Shen Zhiqiu's body trembled slightly, the two had already greeted her, hoping that she would not forget her identity, but with him, she didn't care, she wanted to lose herself.

Yi Yanlin kissed her skin, and Shen Zhiqiu groaned softly.

Then, the two of them were so obsessed with it that they forgot whether they would be discovered.

Soon, the room was filled with tender and sweet moans and happy gasps.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Shen Zhiqiu stood by the window, holding the windowsill with both hands, looking at the sky outside, she stretched out her hand and waved, the wind was blowing outside, and it was a little cool.

I couldn't tell the truth, but what really unsettled her was that she had a dream at night.

Dream and Yi Yanlin have nothing to do with each other, they have been lingering for a long time, and they seem to want to reach the ultimate in endlessity.

But that dream was like an alarm, telling her not to relax the important things in front of her.

What's going on? Could they have had other arrangements?

When Yi Yanlin woke up, there was no one in his arms, and when he sat up, he saw her standing in front of the window, and he walked over and hugged her from behind.

"It's a little chilly now," he said in her ear, "why don't you put on a dress?" "She's in this situation, and it really worries him.

"I had a dream." Her voice was soft, as if it was about to merge with the wind.