Chapter 1425
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Weiwei was speechless.
She glanced at Murong Qianqian.
Murong Qianqian was still in a daze. When she looked up, she saw a pair of cold eyes that made her shiver.
Mo Shao!
She was just curious. She saw that there was nude makeup on her and tried it on. She didn't expect it to be like that. Mo Shao didn't have to scare her like that, did he?
Doctor White was speechless.
Couldn't she hold back her curiosity?
She couldn't do something like that. Only a chuunibyou girl like Murong Qianqian would do something like that.
But it was good to have such a personality!
It was good to have a girl like Qianqian. There was no point in having someone like her.
Murong Qianqian quietly retracted her hand and sat at the side. She had the illusion that Mo Shao wanted to chop off her hand.
As for Shang Ziyang and the others, when they saw the faint bruise, they quickly understood!
Was there a need to cover it up like that?
Young Master's stamina was indeed incomparable. It was no wonder that Ji Zuo and Second Young Master guessed that the Princess woke up at six or seven o 'clock at night.
In comparison, they were still too immature!
Old Madam looked at Weiwei. "Weiwei, is dinner enough?"
Weiwei said, "It's enough."
Old Madam said, "That's good."
Weiwei said, "I'll go take a look at Oranges."
Old Madam said softly, "Oranges are already asleep. They're over there. You and Ah Chen can go take a look."
Weiwei left the living room and went to the room next door. She patched up her arm and covered it up. Then she heaved a sigh of relief.
Mochen stood at the side and looked at them wantonly. "It's okay to see it. It's natural for a married couple to have sex."
Weiwei was speechless.
She looked up and glared at Mochen.
Mochen walked over and pinched her cheek. "Are your legs still weak? Do you need me to carry you over? "
Weiwei asked, "Why aren't your legs weak?"
It will still be soft tomorrow, right?
The base of his thigh and the center of his thigh were still sore and sleepy, even worse than in the morning.
Mochen carried her in his arms.
When they arrived at Oranges's room, Little Pomelo was asleep at the side. The little guy was also asleep at the side, taking care of his brother.
Weiwei leaned over and kissed the little guy. She sat aside and looked at Oranges.
The Oranges had fair skin and fleshy cheeks. When they closed their eyes and had long eyelashes on their eyelids, they were overly cute.
Mochen was also watching. He held Weiwei's shoulders and hugged her tightly in his arms, kissing her cheek.
Weiwei tilted her head to look at Mochen.
Mo Chen kissed her eyes that were reflected in them. He thought about how he had tortured her last night. "Let's sleep here tonight."
Weiwei said, "Sure."
She was afraid that he would think of that again!
She couldn't handle it tonight. They still had to go back tomorrow.
Mochen kissed Weiwei. "What are you thinking about?"
Weiwei said, "Nothing."
Mochen's voice was low and hoarse. "Liar."
Weiwei was speechless.
Mochen took a cigarette and left the bedroom.
Lying on the bed, she watched as he stood under an old pine tree in the courtyard, smoking. His back view was handsome, and just the action of smoking caused hormones to explode from his every action.
Mochen smoked a cigarette and felt the night breeze. When he felt that the fire in his body was extinguished, he returned to the bedroom.
His thin lips still smelled of tobacco. He leaned over and kissed her red lips. "I'll go over there to take a look. You stay here with the children."
Weiwei said, "Okay, go ahead."
Mochen went to the front hall. Old Master, He Lianxiao and Mo Heng were chatting. The topics ranged from national affairs to the international situation to the economy and people's livelihood.
Shang Ziyang and the rest learned a lot from listening to them.
Indeed, people were different. It was no wonder that in their positions, their thinking and depth were different!
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