Then he said slowly, "there are many colors in the future. Apart from the gray in Miss Mo's imagination, there can be thousands of colorful gestures!" His finger belly moved slowly down her face and paused. He said, "for example, Miss Mo can imagine how to do her duty as a wife!" Paused, pointed to the position of the abdomen and continued to move down, "for example, Miss Mo can study how to please her husband!" The fingertip stayed at her slender neck, and stroked her skin that seemed to drip water from the petals again and again. He added, "for example, Miss Mo can study all kinds of postures she likes. If she doesn't want to take the initiative, I can give everything to me!" His words are actually quite shameless. After all, not a word has anything to do with him. He seems to take pleasing him as one of her compulsory courses. Mo Xi'er's calm face was a little ugly after his words. Shameless! shame on you! Qingmu Chen looked at her green and white face, and her mood was much better. Compared with her just now, he still likes to see her now. He likes when she gets angry. Every time at this time, she saw his irritable mood as comfortable as drinking a bottle of ice water. Mo Xi'er was shameless, but he didn't want to grind his mouth with him in this regard. He continued to use his own food. Outside the door, there was a knock. It seems that the delivery person arranged by Mo Ye has come. Mo Xi'er stood up, didn't care about Qingmu Chen, opened the door and took the tray in. The servant prepared Korean noodles, chili sauce soup and fried seafood for her. The smell was very strong. It's all to her taste. Don't guess, she also knows that Mo ye asked people to do this. Thinking of Mo ye, Mo Xi'er was warm in his heart. The corners of her lips lightly hooked, completely ignoring the existence of Qingmu Chen. After she sat down, she continued to use her own meal. She seems to eat very delicious. When eating noodles, she will make a sound of Ba Ba. It seems that her mood has not been affected by him at all. She looked at Qing Mu Chen very upset. Especially when listening to her sucking noodles. The nerves in Qingmu Chen's ears seemed to have been violated and were very uncomfortable. In fact, to be exact, as long as Mo Xier is happy, he doesn't like it. His mind was so twisted that her happiness seemed to hinder him, except for her. Not for anyone else. Teng sat down in front of her. Qingmu Chen glanced at her and grabbed the bowl of noodles she ate“ Let someone prepare another bowl! " He didn't care that she had eaten the noodles. He took the chopsticks in her hand and ate them neatly. He eats fast, sucking and sucking. After a few times, he has basically gone half of the already small bowl of noodles“ Ask someone else to do it! " Mo Xi'er's face was stiff and looked at his action. Before the last little face was about to be solved by him, she wanted to push his hand to pick his face away with a disgusting face. Qing Mu Chen turned sideways and avoided her action. He doesn't know how much wine he drank tonight. He still has a strong smell of wine. Mexico doesn't love this smell. When the body is close to him, he adjusts and reflects back. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.