I Took Home a Mummy

Back in the living room, Mo Huai bent down, gently placed the **** the sofa, and then looked down at her ankle that was covered with a white bandage.

He squatted on the side of the sofa, gently grabbing Ning Mitang's foot with his hand, and looking around, with worry and distress in his eyes, "How did your foot hurt? Does it hurt?"

Feeling the man's cool fingers touch the skin of his ankles, and his feet were staring at him like this, Ning Mitang was a bit at a loss, "I accidentally injured it in the street just now, and it won't hurt much now." She concealed the rescue, and did not want Mo Huai to know that she was injured.

Ignoring his puzzled eyes, Ning Mitang continued: "I just ran into Officer Qiao at the time, and he took me to the hospital. Ahuai, did you get angry just because you saw Officer Qiao?"

She remembered that he told her to stay away from Qiao Ziyan, but this time it was really a coincidence.

"I'm not angry." Mo Huai's thin eyes drooped, covering his extremely dark eyes, and replied in a muffled voice.

"I was not angry just now." He emphasized again.

Ning Mitang smiled like Yan, she whispered: "That's good."

Mo Huai raised his head suddenly, his dark eyes staring at Ning Mitang’s porcelain-white jade face, his thin lips were no longer faintly pale and pressed into a straight line, closed tightly, and it took a while to speak, "I Not angry." His voice was low and deep, "Tangtang, I'm jealous."

He grabbed the girl's hand on his knee and pressed it to the left side of his chest.

"I admit I'm jealous." He was direct and frank.

"Here, it's stuffy and sour." He complained, "It's very uncomfortable."

"Tangtang, you press the button for me." Mo Huai blinked, looking serious, and continued: "You can touch it for me, it will be fine later."

Hearing the man's coquettish words, Ning Mitang's black and clear eyes filled with smiles, and her little hand stroked his chest over and over again, "Okay."

After a while.

She asked: "Is my heart still bored and sour?"

Mo Huai snorted comfortably, "There's a little bit, Tangtang, touch it again."

After a while.

"Are you ready?"

Mo Huai was a little unwilling to stop her, but felt distressed that her hands would be tired, his brows were unconsciously tangled, and his expression hesitated.

Ning Mitang seemed to know what he was thinking. She leaned forward, holding the handsome face of the man squatting at her feet in both hands, and stamped a kiss on his thin lips, and a loud kiss suddenly sounded, even when she heard it, her ears Can't help but fever.

The smile on Mo Huai's lips could no longer be restrained, the coldness and depth in his eyes all faded away, only the stars shattered, dazzling, "Tangtang, my heart is not sour..."

Because Ning Mitang's foot was injured and walking was inconvenient, Mo Huai took care of everything.

"Tangtang, are you thirsty? I'll pour you water."

"Tangtang, are you hungry? I'm going to order you takeaway?"

"Tangtang, do you want to go to the bathroom? I...I will carry you on my back."

......

Ning Mitang didn't bother him at all. Her heart was always warm and sweet, as if soaked in honey lemonade, sour and sweet.

She patiently replied: "I'm not thirsty, I'm not hungry, and don't want to go to the bathroom." She patted the position next to her, and she motioned Mo Huai not to toss and walk around, "You take a rest first."

Mo Huai was obedient, sat down, still worried, and looked cautious: "Then if you have any needs, you must tell me immediately. My sprained ankle is not a trivial matter. You can't ignore it at all."

Speaking of this, his fair and delicate face suddenly took on a bit of shyness, "If... if you want to take a bath, I can also help."

Ning Mitang shook her hand holding the phone. She met his hopeful and shy gaze, and couldn't help staring at him, "No need!"

After playing with the mobile phone, Ning Mitang thought about saving people today for a while, then turned sideways and said to Mo Huai, "A Huai, you haven't sucked my blood today."

"You are injured, I will not suck, I will wait for you to heal." Tangtang is injured, he is about to die of distress, how can he be willing to **** her blood.

Ning Mitang moved to the man's side and stretched out her finger directly in front of his thin lips, "I just injured my ankle. It won't be serious. Even if you **** blood, it doesn't matter much."

Mo Huai turned his head and seldom resisted her, "I'll talk about it when you are better."

The distance between the two of them was getting closer, Ning Mitang smelled the scent from the man, which was very light and faint.

Smelling the fragrance, Ning Mitang's heart was full of tenderness, and her heart trembled slightly. For the first time, she felt that the breath of life smelled so good.

Following this, the thoughts in her heart became more and more insistent: "Ahuai, obedient." She didn't know how long her blood sweetness could last after saving people today, or whether it would fail. Regarding Mo Huai, she didn't want to gamble, nor did she dare to gamble.

Mo Huai shook his head, "Tangtang, no matter how you say it, I won't **** it anyway."

"Well, I will not say, nor will I scold you."

Ning Mitang moved there again, and didn't stop until the two were touching. She reached out and put her hands on both sides of Mo Huai's face, turned his head straight and lowered it towards herself, she leaned forward and kissed it.

As he always did, his teeth bit the soft and cool thin lips, and then he licked comfortingly with the tip of his tongue.

Mo Huai was stunned. He blinked, his dark eyes were shiny and moist, with water rippling.

Tang...Is Tangtang using his beauty trick?

What to do, so happy.

"Ahuai."

Between her lips, Ning Mitang gasped like a blue, "suck my blood." The voice was seductive and coaxed.

"I'll talk about it when you are better." Mo Huai's apple slid up and down, and he insisted.

Ning Mitang didn't expect the man to be so persistent this time. She pursed her lips. She blushed and bit his thin lips heavily. In his shock, she put the tip of her tongue directly into his mouth, slightly tentatively , Touched his warm big tongue.

Can't help but hit a sharp spirit, Mo Huai was preparing to cooperate with her movements. When he held her tongue, the soft and tender tongue instantly retracted, and her lips followed and left.

"Tangtang?"

The kiss stopped, he didn't know why.

Ning Mitang stretched out her fingertips, stroked Mo Huai's thin lips that were stained with her body fluid, gently rubbing them with each stroke, and continued to softly coax, "Would you like to **** my blood?" Her face was blushing and alluring. People, dark eyes with mist of water.

Feeling the touch of the white and tender fingers on his lips, Mo Huai's eyes were half drooping, and the expression inside could not be seen. He thought, usually, there is no need for Tangtang to hook his fingers at all, he has been close to her, wishing to stick to her, not to mention that Tangtang is like this at the moment... It is really wanting to tempt him like this. His fate.

"Do you want?"

Ning Mitang rubbed her fingers a little more.

In an instant, Mo Huai opened his lips and held his fingertips directly.

Well, facing Tangtang, his resistance is completely zero.

The fingertip was bitten, and the warm, sweet liquid flowed out along the fingertip. At the moment he tasted it, Mo Huai was taken aback, his dark eyes gradually deepened, and his weak beating heart shrank instantly.

Tangtang's blood has become sweet again...

He raised his eyes to look at the girl in amazement. Her black eyes were clear, her mouth was filled with a small smile, and she looked at him intently. When he found him looking at her, the smile on the corner of her mouth was charming.

With warm blood flowing into his mouth, Mo Huai felt his limbs full of warmth.

This time he sucked blood for a short time. Mo Huai took a few random breaths, licked the white and tender fingertips in his mouth, and quickly released them. Then, in a state of non-prevention, Ning Mitang leaned forward and pressed against her. Directly overwhelm the person on the sofa.

"Ahuai?" Ning Mitang was startled by the man's sudden movements, "What's the matter?"

Mo Huai put a hand on the back of the sofa and trapped the girl’s soft figure in his arms. His eyes were burning and his voice was clear and melodious, "Tangtang, you saved someone today." He said affirmatively, the girl’s feet The sprain is not an accident.

Ning Mitang closed her eyes, she knew that the lie would be exposed, but she didn't expect it to be so fast.

Letting go of the hand on the back of the sofa, touching her white face, holding it halfway, with a warm palm in the palm, Mo Huai pressed her whole body. Then, he lowered his head, his thin lips approached her ears, his voice was low and deep, and he muttered softly.

The slight hot breath sprayed on the ears, and the skin at the base of the ears was aroused by small bumps. She endured the shyness. She heard the man's voice very clearly.

"Tangtang, why are you so good?"

"Tangtang, are you trying to feel sorry for me?"

"I am so happy, I really want to take my heart out and touch it for you."

He changed his style and said with a cautious tone, "I will save people in the future, whether it is because of me or because the other party should save, Tangtang, you must remember that the premise of all the reasons must be that your safety will not be threatened or affected." The other hand held her waist tightly, exhorting and muttering over and over again.

The sweet words came into her heart, and Ning Mitang gently embraced her hands from both sides and put them on his back.

The girl under him was like a cotton candy. She was obedient and soft, and even her voice had a soft tail, "Okay, listen to you..." Mo Huai was moved, and he held his lips directly The small white earlobe was teased again and again with the tip of his tongue.

In the most famous Fusheng large bookstore in City B, there is a long line in front of the signing desk.

In the rest room, the assistant carefully handed the thermos cup to Su Xiaotong, his face was unconcealed with excitement, "Ms. Xiaotong, there are many fans outside. I asked other staff members. Now there are more than 2,000 people. There are many fans outside the door."

Su Xiaotong followed the makeup artist gently applying foundation on her face, her eyes were full of satisfaction, "This is something you expected, don't make a big fuss." Assistant Lin Yanyan is Song Jingchen It was hired for her in a few days, and she only accepted her boyfriend's intentions.

Lin Yanyan accepted the lesson humbly, she was so happy. The opportunity to be Su Xiaotong’s assistant is something she didn’t expect. She used to follow her books and follow Weibo. She didn’t expect that she would have the opportunity to meet the goddess every day. Especially seeing today’s large-scale signing event, she felt My goddess is really amazing.

"Ms. Xiaotong, do you think this works?" The makeup artist asked after helping Su Xiaotong set her makeup.

"Sister Xiaotong, you are really beautiful." Lin Yanyan stood behind her, staring at Su Xiaotong in the mirror with idiotic eyes, and couldn't help but praise her, "Someone on the Internet calls you the number one in the hands of web writers. A beauty, there were black fans who disagreed at the time. After the signing meeting today, Sister Xiaotong, you will definitely be able to fight black fans in the face.

The assistant's words were very pleasant, and Su Xiaotong began to look at herself in the mirror.

The makeup is exquisite, the eyeliner draws a pair of bright and big eyes, the small nose is more straight and convex under the silhouette of the silhouette, and a red lip shines with the gloss of lip glaze, plump and saturated, with a bit of silent **** . The already fair skin was painted with a layer of foundation, which perfectly covered the small pores and blemishes, and the skin looked smooth and flawless.

Her lips curled up with satisfaction, "You do it well, so be it."

At this time, a person in charge of the publisher came over and said, "Xiao Tong, the signing event has begun, and you can go out."

Su Xiaotong asked the makeup artist to continue to help her tidy her hair. The expression on her face was calm and calm. She smiled and replied: "Brother Hui, don't worry, let the fans wait a while. They like me so much. I have an opinion." After she finished speaking, she told the makeup artist: "Hair should match the makeup style and make it better."

"Sister Xiaotong, I will."

Fifteen minutes later, the person in charge came over again and asked, "Xiao Tong, is it all right?"

"It's okay, let the fans wait a little longer, anyway, some people have been waiting for a morning, not less than ten minutes." Su Xiaotong responded casually while playing with her mobile phone.

As soon as she finished her words, the person in charge Xu Hui couldn't help frowning. It was completely opposite to the sincere attitude when she first came into contact. Now Su Xiaotong's casual and nonchalant attitude is completely changed. He thought it was a little ridiculous, but he didn't expect that she had just turned red, and she started to play the score.

Lin Yanyan apologized to the person in charge and explained: "Because there are many people coming to the signing ceremony, Xiao Tong hopes to appear in the best look, so she needs a certain amount of time to dress up."

"As soon as possible." The person in charge looked at his watch and had no choice but to urge the makeup artist.

It was already half an hour after Su Xiaotong put on her makeup and changed clothes and went out.

There were a lot of people at the scene, the voices were loud and noisy, everyone had something in their hands, either Su Xiaotong's book or self-made pictorial.

Many people looked forward to it, until the moment they saw Su Xiaotong appear, the fans in line finally couldn't help screaming.

"It's coming out, Shinomi Shomi!"

"The shallow water is so beautiful."

"Shosemi is so beautiful, I'm crazy."

"Ahhh, goddess, my goddess..."

Everyone took out their mobile phones, took pictures and recorded videos of Su Xiaotong continuously, and posted them all on the website.

Su Xiaotong took the microphone handed over by the staff, with a gentle and sweet smile at the corner of her mouth, "Sorry, there was a delay, everyone has been waiting for a long time."

"It doesn't matter, we are willing to wait." The fans shouted uniformly.

Su Xiaotong looked at the fans who admired and admired him in the audience, and the smile on his lips increased. After sitting at the signing desk, she began to help fans sign autographs.

"The shallow water is big, I have always chased you in "Hit Definite Encounter", it's really good-looking." A dark and fat fan held Su Xiaotong's hand excitedly.

Su Xiaotong's mouth curled slightly, "Thank you for your support." She withdrew her hand.

"Shallow water, you are so beautiful, even better than in the picture."

"Before I was a fan of three-pointed white, but you look so good at Shallow Water, I can't help but fan you."

......

"Shallow water is big, is your "Fit and Definite Encounter" really going to sell film rights?" A fan couldn't help asking. Because her book is not only similar in style to the three-part "Qing Qing Qing Cheng", but also the subject matter. Therefore, the probability of selling the film rights to one of the books and the other is almost zero.

Su Xiaotong signed the pen, but he didn't expect fans to ask about this sensitive topic. She raised her head to look at the other person, the smile on the corner of her mouth unchanged, and replied: "Although I am just a newcomer compared to the predecessor, I have confidence in my work."

She handed the signed book back to her, "After all, the market needs fresh blood."

Su Xiaotong's voice was not high, but it was definitely not low. The people next to her could hear her clearly. She was just letting go.

One afternoon has passed, and the signing will be very successful.

This is the first time that Qianshui Xiaoxiao held an autograph event. Not only did the number of fans who arrived at the scene were huge, the amount of books sold on the scene reached more than 6,000, which is a good result.

On the same day, I don’t know who took the profile photo of Su Xiaotong’s autograph, and then posted it on Weibo with the text: “This profile is enough for me to look at it for a year without getting tired.”

As soon as the exquisite and moving profile picture came out, it was immediately enthusiastically forwarded by other fans, and was finally pushed into the hot search by fans as the "first beauty writer". The number of fans on her Weibo increased from hundreds of thousands to three. More than 100,000, directly surpassing the number of Weibo fans.

In the background, Su Xiaotong swiped her phone with pride in her eyes. Her fans have completely surpassed three-pointers, more than one hundred thousand. Hehe, the status of a great **** is not so difficult to overcome.

At the same time, Ning Mitang was also swiping her phone. She also paid attention to Su Xiaotong's signing ceremony today. I have to say that the other party was very successful.

She clicked on Su Xiaotong's Weibo. The first Weibo was a photo of the signing event. The person who takes the photo is very good at looking for angles, and the delicate face in the photo is worthy of the fans' title of "the author of the first beauty".

At this time, the phone popped up a chat message sent to her by the editor: For nothing, when will you also hold a signing event?

Three points white: Why do you ask?

Editor: I was stimulated. Look at Qianshui Xiaoxiao, a newcomer. The limelight has directly overshadowed you and stepped on you. Are you really indifferent?

Feifeng sighed, compared to other great gods, or even compared to other famous authors, Sanfenbai is really too low-key and too mysterious. So far, her private information has not been disclosed on the Internet. Her readers are really Completely fan her work and character.

Three points white: It's all just passing by.

Looking at the white reply, the concubine on the other end couldn't help rolling her eyes, she was indeed a Buddha-natured god.

Edit: When I didn't ask. So, the other party clearly hinted that you can't sell the film and television rights, do you want to respond?

Ning Mitang tapped her white fingers on the sofa, and it took a while to reply: Green Hydrology City can send out the news of selling film rights.

Edit: It's time to be advertised.

Leaning on the sofa, Ning Mitang smiled helplessly. Su Xiaotong loves to target her in reality. He didn't expect to like to stare at her online. The two of them are really destined to disagree.