Slag Girl Illustrated Book

The water in the bathtub has silted out.

The mandarin ducks cross their necks and play, their swan-like necks are raised, and there are several traces scattered around.

This is even more true on the chest.

Mo Weiyu admired him, but he still resisted the last step and did not touch her. From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to give her the best completeness. The sudden sense of ritual was a kind of feeling for Ruan Xi and himself. treasure.

​She was taken out of the bathroom by him.

Fear her to catch a cold, cover her with a quilt.

I took the hair dryer, took off the towel that covered her hair, and gently blown her hair.

The quality of the little girl's hair is very good, incredibly smooth, and the ends of the hair are invisible, and they are all black and satin-like.

He was cautious, for fear of breaking one of her hair.

After finishing it for her, she went to work on her own affairs.

I took the computer and worked by the bedside. Today, I am stalking and staying here. It is impossible for him to go to the study or the living room to work.

Ruan Xihe nestled beside him to watch, he was not stingy about what he knew, and taught her while handling it.

She was self-taught in business, and there were many blind spots, and she was praised by Mo Wei, but she knew it thoroughly.​

​One by one asks one teacher, and time flies quickly.

She shrank into her arms and fell asleep.

Mo Huiyu looked at her sleeping side face, the corners of her mouth raised, and the light in her eyes was incredibly gentle.

Unplug the laptop with one hand and place the mouse on the bedside table, turn off the light, and embrace her to sleep.

He has done such a big business​, and the quality of sleep is actually not good, but every time he takes her into his arms, his heart is always very peaceful, there is no dream for a night, and he wakes up naturally when he sleeps until dawn.

Ruan Xihe had to get up early. There was a plane at 10:15, and he had to depart at least an hour and a half earlier.

After all, there are more trivial procedures for airplanes, which are not as convenient as high-speed rail.

Beijing is cold, and Western Province is not much warmer than Beijing.

Ruan Xihe put on the thickest fur-collared coat under the supervision of Mo Weiyu. The inside was a round-neck close-fitting black piping pattern sweater, and inside the black wide trousers were the big thick woolen trousers picked by Mo Weiyu himself.

It is also fortunate that Ruan Xi is thin, otherwise this body really can't go out, and the legs are double thicker and thicker, and you can't see the legs when you go out.

Before going out, Mo Huiyu held her.

"What's the matter?" Ruan Xihe was a little puzzled carrying the bag.

"You didn't give me my parting kiss." Ruan Xihe was really uncomfortable when Mo Huiyu spoke in this tone.

She smiled, stood on her toes, and kissed his lips.

Mo Huiyu lowered her head and said softly to her ear: "I will surprise you later."​

"What surprise?"​

"I won't tell you." Mo Huiyu smiled under the corner of his eyes, and touched Ruan Xihe's head.

Mo Huiyu took Ruan Xihe directly to the airport and walked towards Mo Tingshen with her.

His intimacy with Ruan Xihe was undisguised, Mo Ting's eyes drooped deeply, his eyelashes covering all the emotions in his eyes.

"Dad, don't be so harsh with Ruan Ruan." Mo Weiyu said to Mo Tingshen.

"Let's go." Mo Tingshen couldn't really face his son calmly and his emotions were too complicated.

Ruan Xihe followed, and before entering the security check, he turned around and waved to Mo Huiyu cutely.

He didn't go back until he was completely out of sight.

The love is as deep as the sea. If you want to act, Ruan Xihe looks back from time to time.

"Just reluctant to bear him." Mo Tingshen said sourly.