Ma’am, Your Little Dragon Cub is Four and a Half Years Old

  Chapter 87 Mo Yinhe's scandal shocked the whole network 2

  In this world, apart from her mother, only the big devil in her heart accompanied her to grow up.

  Although it's abominable, when others are courting her, they always overturn the jealous jar in her mind, but she doesn't feel disgusted at all.

  She knew that the Great Demon King cared about her, fearing that she would be robbed.

  She has too few relatives, so this kind of possessiveness, on the contrary, gives her a sense of security.

  She came to the earth, besides avenging her mother, she wanted to find the Great Demon King.

  She had a strong premonition in her heart that the Great Demon King was somewhere in the earth, waiting for her...

  However, Mo Yinhe has always behaved intimately towards her recently, but the Great Demon King doesn’t pick it out. What do you mean, afraid that Mo Yinhe will fail?

  After the car arrived at Yejia Manor, she got out of the car immediately to avoid the desert galaxy like a scourge.

  The sense of distance that rejects people thousands of miles away hurts Mo Yinhe's brows and eyes.

  Mo Yinhe heart, slightly cooler.

  But no matter how much the baby avoids him, he still has an excuse to find her. He is sick, and only she can heal him.

   It's just, who is that damned man she mentioned?

  Mo Yinhe's heart suddenly felt blocked.

   It doesn't matter, Mo Yinhe comforted himself, if someone really dared to rob him of a woman, he would kill him!

  Mo Yinhe had a strong heart and was not hurt by Si Mingjing's words. After lunch, he asked Ye Shen to accompany him to the small building where Si Mingjing was staying.

  He is afraid of being alone, and the baby doesn't want to see him.

  The garden sun room of the small building is completely different from the terrace sun room of the Su family. The fragrance of flowers is everywhere, and the sun shines on the fox fur tatami, reflecting the warm luster of winter.

  Mo Yinhe is like a lion in the sun on the grassland, sitting lazily on the tatami, with long legs crossed at will, lazy and elegant, waiting for the night to call Si Mingjing.

   Soon, the night turned back.

   Hurriedly: "Brother, here we come."

  Si Mingjing, who followed Ye Shen, carried his own medicine box on one shoulder. It was a very simple medicine box, the kind often carried by Chinese medicine practitioners.

After walking in, Si Mingjing put the retro medicine box on the low coffee table, opened the medicine box, took out the silver needle bag and disinfectant alcohol from it, and several bottles and cans, all of which contained medical essential oils, and matched with the silver needle Use, the effect is particularly good.

   Ye Shen crossed Erlang's legs and sat on the rattan chair next to him, watching Si Mingjing slowly make preparations.

  Mo Yinhe was also watching, his eyes sweeping towards her slender wrist.

   The black eyes twisted slightly.

   What about the bracelet on your wrist?

   Take it off so soon?

   "Not cute at all."

  Mo Yinhe Qingci's voice is slightly depressed.

  Ye Shen heard Mo Yinhe say something nonsensical, and was puzzled: "Brother, what's not cute?"

  Mo Yinhe ignored the night.

  He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, one by one, the toned texture of the chest muscles was gradually exposed to the warm sunlight...

  Si Mingjing had done a good job of disinfecting the silver needle, and when he looked up, he saw a piece of white pectoral muscle.

  The sun hit Mo Yinhe's milky chest, as if a refracted light shone into Si Mingjing's eyes.

  Si Mingjing felt dizzy: "..."

   "Do you need me to lie down?" Mo Yinhe's playful black eyes did not miss the flash of amazement in Si Mingjing's eyes.

  Si Mingjing coughed lightly, and nodded while looking away: "It's easier to administer needles when you lie down."

  Mo Yinhe lay down without saying a word, crossed his fingers, and laid it leisurely behind his head as a pillow, two overly slender legs, abstinent and straight, just so casual

  Looking wildly on the low coffee table, the high-end line of the trousers embellished his straight legs.

  The whole picture is simply synonymous with beauty in the world.

   Unfortunately, Ye Shen stood by and said something extremely unsuitable: "Brother, you are actually wearing long johns under your trousers."

  (end of this chapter)