That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

Chapter 187 My legs are numb...

"I...my mouth is swollen..." Qiao Jiao blinked her round eyes and muttered.

"Well, I see." Mo Jinhuai lowered his head and sucked on his slightly swollen lips, "Let it rest and change to another place."

Qiao Jiao: "..."

Is this speaking human language? !

The point is, he couldn't figure it out.

The same flesh and blood, the same skin and skin, why is his mouth swollen, but Mo Jinhuai is fine at all, still thinking about shifting positions and continuing to charge? ? ?

Is the dead man really the same species as him?

Maybe Mo Jinhuai was reincarnated from a pangolin, right?I just know how to catch small holes and drill and drill...

"Ugh... you're so heavy..."

With great difficulty, Qiao Jiao stretched out a leg from the man's oppression, moved it a little, and quietly prepared for the next overloaded exercise.

This is quite necessary. A few days ago, he was crushed by Mo Jinhuai so that his legs cramped.

The man's legs couldn't move, and his legs were like dead weights of lead. It really wasn't something he could bear for a long time.

Mo Jinhuai was not angry when he heard Qiao Jiao complaining, but felt a little distressed.

He is more than two sizes bigger than Qiao Jiao, and he is much heavier than the little guy in terms of bones and muscles. It is really embarrassing for Qiao Jiao to be pressed like this.

"How about... you sit up?" Mo Jinhuai suggested.

Qiao Jiao rolled her eyes: "I don't."

It's not that he hasn't tried the posture the man said... But he was exhausted...

He has few waist and abdomen muscles, and his waist strength is much inferior to that of Mo Jinhuai. It is better to leave this kind of physical work to Mo Jinhuai.

The point is, that posture relies on a little effort, it's too uncomfortable, he doesn't like being pushed up at all...

Mo Jinhuai didn't care too much about this matter, anyway, no matter whether it's right or wrong, front or back, up or down, he thinks Qiao Jiao is very tasty, so it's fine if he doesn't want to change his posture.

"Then you are awkward." The man's voice was hoarse.

The little thing refused to change his position, but kept twisting and turning dishonestly under him like a little mud shovel.

Originally, he still wanted to proceed step by step, but Qiao Jiao insisted that he lost his patience.

"Don't you even feel the danger?" The man said, showing off his sharp sword.

Qiao Jiao was frightened immediately, like a kitten forced into a corner by an evil master, looking at Mo Jinhuai pitifully, and almost screamed twice.

"My legs are numb..." Qiao Jiao sniffed, "You...you move away..."

"Hey, squeamish." Mo Jinhuai twitched the corners of his mouth, but still moved his waist according to Qiao Jiao's request, and moved his two immobile calves away with some effort.

Qiao Jiao's two slender legs finally lost the feeling of being crushed by Mount Tai. Like a grandson released from the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, Qiao Jiao immediately skinned.

Instead, he took the initiative to wrap around Mo Jinhuai's leg, and rubbed his heel on the man's calf, which was still strong although he had lost a lot of weight.

Mo Jinhuai couldn't move her legs, but her body temperature was still there. Qiao Jiao's feet were afraid of the cold, so she felt extra warm when she pressed them.

The man didn't feel his calf, so he couldn't feel Qiao Jiao sneaking up on him.

But he could hear the bells on the anklet, and by guessing, he knew what the little thing was doing.

Mo Jinhuai lowered his head and buried it in Qiao Jiao's neck, the tip of his nose wandered around the main artery where the sweet scent was the most surging, greedily absorbing the scent that fascinated him the most.

The boy had previously unbuttoned his shirt by himself, but now he was lying on his back with the two skirts running to his side.

Mo Jinhuai took the opportunity to lift off the flimsy clothes, and kissed Qiao Jiao's collarbone inch by inch.

Qiao Jiao narrowed her eyes and was in the fog when she suddenly felt Mo Jinhuai stop.

"……what is this?"

After Mo Jinhuai saw a palm-sized red mark on Qiao Jiao's left abdomen, he raised his finger and touched it as if in disbelief, his voice became cold: "What's going on?"

"What?" Qiao Jiao raised his neck lazily, and lowered his head to look at the place Mo Jinhuai was touching.

There was a purple patch at the end of the last rib on the side of his abdomen, which appeared after his stomach pain just now, like a bruise with bleeding under the skin, it was neither painful nor itchy, and he didn’t feel anything when he pressed it, Qiao Jiao just pretended to be careless I hit it somewhere, and didn't take it seriously.

Mo Jinhuai was very nervous, so he turned on the bedside lamp to look at it.

"Don't turn on the light!" Qiao Jiao shyly pulled the pillow to cover her face, then covered her body after thinking about it.

It’s okay to rub the curtains in the room in the dark. Qiao Jiao really can’t stand doing this kind of thing in a bright place. There’s nowhere to hide. A dead man can see all his reactions. It’s too shameful. up...

Mo Jinhuai didn't care about him so much, so he forcibly pulled the pillow away.

Qiao Jiao couldn't snatch him away, so he had no choice but to cover his chest with his arms: "What are you doing..."

"Let me see." Mo Jinhuai lowered his head and frowned, carefully looking at the small piece of purplish red skin.

Qiao Jiao raised her leg and rubbed against the man's waist: "What's so good about just a bruise? I don't even remember where I hit it."

It was rare for Mo Jinhuai not to be teased by him, and his attention was all on the abnormal red: "Is there any discomfort?"

"No, I had a stomachache before, and I drank porridge at noon, and it's gone now." Qiao Jiao replied honestly, not understanding why the man suddenly cared about this little injury on his body.

What kind of injury are you looking at right now...he's still not fit, whether he can do it or not...

Mo Jinhuai carefully looked at the small piece of purple red several times, his eyeballs almost fell out of it.

Qiao Jiao was furious: "Have you seen enough..."

Mo Jinhuai didn't speak, and pulled the soft thin quilt to wrap the boy's naked body, while he turned over and lay beside him, looking at the top of the bed thoughtfully.

"..." Qiao Jiao didn't know what the man was trying to trick, so he turned his face and poked the other's arm.

Tsk...the arms are so hard, his fingers hurt from being poked...

He withdrew his hand bitterly, rubbed his fingertips quietly, and finally asked with a blushing face, "No...don't do it?"

"Yeah." Mo Jinhuai's tone was calm, not at all like the way he was ready to go 5 minutes ago, "You are not in good condition, another day..."

Qiao Jiao pouted.

He thinks he's in good shape.

I don't know what the dead man is thinking...

"Is this the first time?" Mo Jinhuai asked suddenly.

Qiao Jiao nodded first, then shook his head after thinking about it.

Mo Jinhuai sat up abruptly: "It happened before?! When? How many times?"

Qiao Jiao was puzzled, completely unaware of what the man was nervous about.

"I was pinched by you before..." Qiao Jiao mumbled.

His skin is thin, and Mo Jinhuai's emotions are neither serious nor serious. He has indeed been hurt, but the kind of injury comes and goes quickly. Qiao Jiao doesn't know if it's because of his constitution. That kind of injury usually lasts a day. After about time, it will be fine, and it will return to a white and tender appearance.

Mo Jinhuai frowned, and recalled carefully: "I didn't hurt you last night."

Qiao Jiao blushed: "I didn't say it was you!"

What happened to the dead man?Do you have to remind him that the two of you are having fun every night lately...

Mo Jinhuai confirmed again worriedly: "Jiaojiao, think about it carefully, is this the first time this kind of big one has appeared?"

Qiao Jiao was annoyed by the questioning, and it was Mo Jinhuai's fault for teasing him up, so he didn't continue now.

He covered his head with the quilt, turned over and pointed his butt at Mo Jinhuai: "Yes, this is the first time! You are so annoying..."

Is it true that he lacks fatherly love?Mo Jinhuai always acted like he wanted to be his father, so he would make a lot of fuss about such a small injury.

I don't even think about who played him until he fainted a few years ago and needed Fu Zhe to treat him, why didn't he know how to deal with it softly...

Mo Jinhuai reached out and pulled Qiao Jiao's shoulder: "If this happens in the future, you must tell me."

Qiao Jiao didn't want to talk.

It seemed that the dead man would not continue anymore, and he was too embarrassed to take the initiative to ask for sex, so he could only close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

Mo Jinhuai did not give him this chance, shook his shoulders and said stubbornly: "You must tell me, do you understand, Jiaojiao?"

The purple patch on Qiao Jiao's body made him tremble with fear.

He has to quickly find a way to find Su Zhebai, or go to Country M to kidnap Qiao Jiao's biological father.

That plan must be implemented immediately, and his Jiaojiao may not be able to wait for too long...

"Got it!" Qiao Jiao replied impatiently, deliberately threatening people, "If you press my shoulder so hard again, maybe it will bruise again."

Mo Jinhuai quickly relaxed, and was about to say something when Qiao Jiao's cell phone rang.

Qiao Jiao simply avoided the man and nestled in the corner of the bed to answer the phone.

Mo Jinhuai was not very happy, frowning and staring at the boy who deliberately avoided her, still thinking about the plan that had been prepared for a long time in his mind.

Qiao Jiao connected the phone, and the other party's voice rang loudly, it was Kun Lu.

"Xiaojiao! If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed! You are fine if you fall off a cliff. Now everyone says you are dedicated to your job, and you keep making appointments. I have saved a lot of money here."

Damn, when will I send the script to you for selection? "

Qiao Jiao subconsciously glanced at Mo Jinhuai.

This is good for a man, he values ​​integrity, he does what he says, and he promised to act in a play for him, and he never made trouble behind the scenes. So many appointments.

But he knew that Mo Jinhuai didn't like him going out to act, probably to the extent that it annoyed him.

Qiao Jiao covered her lips and said into the microphone: "Fatty, keep your voice down."

Kun Lu was surprised: "It's not convenient to answer the phone? Ah... I still have something to tell you..."

"It's okay, just tell me." Qiao Jiao also turned his body around a little.

Kun Lu hesitated on the other end of the phone, hesitatingly said: "Just... just... I want to ask if you have...cough, can you lend me some..."

Before he finished speaking, Kun Lu heard a low man coughing from Qiao Jiao's side, and immediately asked, "Who is next to you?"

"Mo Jinhuai." Qiao Jiao said directly.

Anyway, it's not that Kun Lu didn't know about his relationship with Mo Jinhuai.

Kun Lu yelled "Damn it", and then said, "Don't you tell me that the boss is next to you! Let's talk about it later!"

Then he hung up the phone with a "snap".

Qiao Jiao was dazed, and looked back at President Mo Da: "Pang Kun is so afraid of you? He dare not say anything when he hears you..."

Mo Jinhuai curled his lips together: "Maybe he knows that he has disturbed the boss and the boss's wife's day-to-day prostitution, and feels that he must die."

Now it's Qiao Jiao's turn to scold "Fuck" in his heart: In terms of shamelessness, who can compare to Mo Jinhuai...