Mo Qianmo chuckled: "Hehe, why are you unhappy?"

"Not happy! It's just that I'm not happy, I hate Mo Sanqian, but I hate that Mo Qianmo even more, and I often hate it. Qiao Ying thought about Mo Qianmo's gentle peeling of the fruit for Mo Sanqian, and her heart felt like she had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, and she didn't know what the taste was.

Mo Qianmo approached Qiao Ying and tried to pull down the quilt she was covering her head: "Ying'er is not jealous of her, otherwise she would be so unhappy."

"Not really! Who will eat that woman's vinegar, I am not familiar with her. Qiao Ying choked up and said, all the replay in her mind was the scene where Mo Qianmo had just fed Mo Sanqian with a gentle face, her little hand pinched the quilt tighter, and said to herself: "Who eats her jealousy, annoying Mo Qianmo."

"Hehe, why do I smell such a big vinegar sour smell, tsk, the air is full of sour smell." Mo Qianmo sat next to Qiao Ying and said with a smile.

Qiao Ying only realized that something was wrong at this time, this was not Lan Lan's voice, and she stretched out her little head, because she had covered it for too long, her cheeks were slightly rosy, and her two big eyes were flickering, like butterflies flying on their wings, so cute.

Mo Qianmo couldn't help but reach out and poke it, the feel was still the same good, and he couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect Ying'er's little face to be as comfortable to touch as before."

"Phew, hooligan, you actually trespassed on a private house, no, it was a trespass on a little girl to the boudoir!" Qiao Ying slapped Mo Qianmo and kneaded her face away.

"Deng-disciple-son, why don't you feed your thousands of sisters to eat grapes, why are you coming to my room!" Qiao Ying slapped Mo Qianmo's hand away, but she was still unwilling, so she lowered her head and bit it down, biting Mo Qianmo's fair-skinned hand, refusing to let go.

The corners of Mo Qianmo's mouth slightly hooked up a wicked smile, and there was a sense of satisfaction, as if Qiao Ying was not biting him at all, and was kissing him, without a trace of pain, Qiao Ying looked at the faint smile on Mo Qianmo's face, and bit harder.

Finally, when Qiao Ying felt that her teeth were about to be sore, she was willing to let go and stuck out her tongue: "It's not fun!" Won't you hurt! ”

Looking at Mo Qianmo's hand, which had been bitten out of blood, and the slightest trace of blood slowly flowed out, Qiao Ying said with some guilt: "Ah, there is a lot of blood."

Mo Qianmo didn't care about putting that hand in his mouth, as if he hadn't heard Qiao Ying's words, and licked the place where Qiao Ying bit the blood: "Ying'er still tastes so good, I haven't eaten Ying'er for five years, which makes my husband miss it very much."

As soon as Qiao Ying heard Mo Qianmo's words, the last trace of guilt in her heart suddenly disappeared: "Sure enough, he is still a bad person who eats and can't change his dead nature."

"Oh? Ying'er thinks that being a husband is a dog? Ah, isn't that Ying'er that pile of? ”

"........." Qiao Ying had nothing to say about it, but silently blushed with anger from our Mo Ye, lowered her head, spewed fire in her heart, and her hands were still tightly pinching the quilt.

At this time, Mo Qianmo hooked Qiao Ying's chin with one finger and made Qiao Ying look at herself: "Ying'er, is it really not remembered as my husband?"

Qiao Ying turned her face away, pouted, and looked like I was really unfamiliar with you: "I don't know you, I just don't know you, I haven't seen you, don't get close to me."

accidentally sneaked a glimpse of Mo Qianmo's bleeding hand, obviously distressed to death, but refused to speak: "Hey, you better treat the wound first, I see that your blood seems to be flowing without money."