He was more affectionate than time - Chapter 820

The man kissed her cheek and kissed her ear again. “Honey, what I want will strive for plunder, what I don’t want to do, and no one can force me. Whether this is an excuse for you to drive me away or not, the matter you worry about is not worth mentioning to me, let alone for a few months or years, even if it will be like this in the future, it is still not worth mentioning.”

The voice was low, dyed a little hoarse, listening to the unspeakable taste of deep and intimate, which made the nerve endings blown by his breath slightly shudder.

She heard a stiff voice of her own. “Your ability to say love words has increased.”

He was still kissing her, and his throat was full of a low smile The man teased her already red thin ear, “I don’t care to cheat women with some flashy and false words, or do you think I can’t learn from you, I can’t sulk, I can’t basically feel the ripples in my heart, and I need to put on a reserved face?”

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Wenyi can’t be itched by his breath, and these words are too dumb and too close to arouse her heart’s trembling. She is held by him, and her fingers have unconsciously grasped his clothes.” I don’t have that, Mr. Mo, you are always so passionate that you don’t want to see a doctor. Is there any psychological disease? It’s because of your entanglement that I’m reluctant to be with you. Do you think I’ll be passionate about you right away? ”

She seemed to say this coldly, but her ears were inflamed, and her tone did not know why she did not control how to listen was a coquetry and arrogant tone, more like a woman’s coquetry to a man than indifference.

So Mo Shichen was too proud to smile. He made no secret. He buried his face in her shoulder.

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Wenyi is going to be angry with this bastard again. He wants to break off his arm and leave his arms. He wants to smash his head with the pillow. At last, he is still holding an expressionless face and looks at him coldly.

When Mo Shichen finished laughing, he didn’t care about her expression at all, only vaguely blew a breath into her cochlea. The magnetic voice was so low and sexy, “honey, you are so proud and charming that you are much more lovely than pretending to be calm and indifferent.”

This man is really born with a strong heart, a leisurely and leisurely tone that seems to be her shyness. Her Kung Fu is very good. She really wants to be

“don’t you have any idea? Are you really going to stay in my apartment? ”

The man raised his eyebrows slightly and said, “apart from the fact that I’m a little far away from the company, there’s nothing wrong with you. It’s that although there’s room for two of us and one dog, if we want to hire a servant or have a child in the future, it’s a little small, but it’s also a good solution. I asked Kangding to look for a nearby house. We can’t change it to a bigger one, Do you still like apartments or buy one with a yard? ”

“Forget it,” she said in a low voice, as if she had changed her mind for a while, and might have planned so subconsciously. “Let’s move back to the manor. I miss Mama Su very much. It’s a big place, so it’s convenient to run around on November 11.”

He looked at her face with serious eyes. “Are you willing to go back?” “If you don’t want to, it’s no big deal. I don’t want you to be unhappy with me.”

Is this man addicted to love talk today?

“The more she pulled her face,” I said that you are becoming more and more passionate. I didn’t want to go back because I didn’t want to live with you so quickly. Do you have any difference with me when you come here and stay at the manor

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Oh, it seems that it is.

What she refused was to live with him, and then he moved in with something.

She had no idea, but she was a little annoyed, so she enslaved him for a while.

However, he was very comfortable. She asked him to cook as soon as possible, and her cooking skills increased. She left all the housework to him, and even the hourly work was not invited. He also dealt with everything in order, not impatient, not upset at all. It seemed that it was natural to do these things.

What’s the point of this kind of slave? The fists are all in the cotton.

But it’s really interesting.

She used to like him to be handsome and refined. It was a high and easy manner.

Now she felt a little bit in a trance. He could really be very good to her, very indulgent, very accommodating, as if of course, his temper was extremely bad. She had no doubt. If she insisted on leaving him, he would mostly do some crazy things.

But it seems that, apart from this, how else can she be too wild? Even the more so, the more she can feel that she is not shaped in the body, but is clearly spoiled, although she has cultivated her temperament for many years, rarely so.

Sometimes he even felt that he liked her “over” him.

Is it love?

Should be, at least shallow.

What about herself?

In fact, she can’t tell whether she is compromising under her own weakness – she can’t fight him, and doesn’t want to involve others to fight with him. After years of immersion, it’s her instinct to weigh the advantages and disadvantages. She’s not the woman who made way for love and hate ten years ago.Or, the love that flowed for too long in the years never passed away, but she didn’t admit it and didn’t want to see it, so they precipitated like quicksand at the bottom of the river, but they rose gradually after stirring.

Her heart has built a wall, which he or she can unload with strength or tenderness. Then, a little of it can be unloaded, which is a little less, until it gradually becomes a broken wall.

“Well,” he replied, his face against her cheek, coaxing, “let’s go home and I’ll arrange someone to come tomorrow.”

She made a little hum.

“Job,” he whispered in her ear, lowering his voice.

She looked at him, and her eyes looked at him. She was almost scalded by the dark light in his deep eyes, and only after a few seconds did she subconsciously reply, “what’s the matter?”

“Are you beginning to fall in love with me again?”

The distance between the body is very close, or there is no distance. It’s definitely a cold winter day. I don’t know why the temperature of each other is a little too high, especially his eyes, which make people dare not look at things directly.

She held her breath and even her eyes were in a short panic. She didn’t know how to answer.

“I want you to love me,” he said in her ear, soft as the whisper of one’s family, and deep as a whisper. “I want you to come back to me, to love me, only me, as you loved me most.”