A small single sofa with a small space.
But if two people are stuck together, there is no need for much space at all, it is still enough.
Song Qingyu couldn't escape, so she could only think of slowing down: "Brother Mo, don't you think it's not enough for you to display it here? Besides, my hands are still like this!"
"Your recognition of my grandeur makes me very happy, but... I think changing places occasionally is also very interesting, what do you think?" Mo Beiyan replied, lowering his hands: "As for your hands, I will pay attention. of."
You know, because of her hands, he is now living a half-vegetarian life. He used to have it almost every day, and he had been without it for a long time when she was just injured. After her hands are much better, in order to be considerate of her, only once in four or five days.
Didn't he avoid her injured hand carefully and didn't make her feel uncomfortable
Song Qing: "..."
It seems that she has made a decision today.
Since they couldn't get rid of it, the two were familiar with each other. She didn't have much hypocrisy, and only said, "It's a blue sky and white sun, the curtains are not pulled, and the door is not locked. What if someone breaks in and sees it?"
These words made Mo Beiyan hesitate, and temporarily gave up the idea of taking off her coat, just holding her up to draw the curtains.
"You let me down!" Song Qingyu patted him on the shoulder. She felt embarrassed in the posture that she could only wrap her legs around his waist, like hugging a baby. What's more, she was holding his neck with one hand, very insecure!
However, Mo Beiyan seemed to have not heard it. After pulling the curtains, he went to lock the study door.
He didn't return to the small sofa just now, but put her directly on the large desk.
Rao is summer, and the cool touch of the solid wood under him still makes Song Qingyu shudder: "I don't want to be here."
Mo Beiyan stared at her, with fire waves rolling in his black eyes: "You make me feel uncomfortable, I have to be punished!"
Song Qing: "..."
Penalty
He wanted to say something to save him, but he couldn't help but deceived him, avoiding her caster.
Lying stiffly under her body was uncomfortable at all, and the man's breath on her body was hot and hot, and Song Qing wanted to cry without tears.
Can't escape, just enjoy!
She simply hugged his neck, immersed in the pleasure of the senses...
At the end, Mo Beiyan withdrew suddenly, leaving Song Qingyu at a loss: "What's wrong?"
She had just been fucked, her face was a little red, there was some fine sweat on her forehead, and her voice was a little hoarse.
In addition, there is a little dissatisfaction.
Mo Beiyan nodded her nose, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, and sprayed her again.
Instead, he explained to her ears: "There is no set here."
Song Qingyu put his arms around his head, feeling that his body and mind were satisfied.
How can he say it
He obviously looks like a machismo man, but he can take care of her physical and mental health so considerately!
At such a critical juncture, he was able to withdraw, and he was afraid of her dissatisfaction, so he still worked hard to please her!
"Brother Mo, God made my life thinner than paper in my last life. It must be for me to meet you and compensate you for me!" She shuddered as she said.
Mo Beiyan chuckled softly: "Well, do you love me?"
At this time, Song Qingyu subconsciously replied: "Love."
Mo Beiyan was satisfied.
When the matter was over, Mo Beiyan arranged the clothes for Song Qingyu, hugged her on the chair, and took wet wipes to clean the scene.
Feeling the faint smell in the air, Song Qingyu was very embarrassed, sitting softly on the office chair and watching his movements: "If someone finds out, I will be ashamed!"
"Are you still afraid of this?" Mo Beiyan couldn't help laughing.
Obviously he is nearly 1.8 meters tall, he is a big tall man, but at this time he nestled in an office chair softly and coquettishly, but he looked like a little cat!
Hmm... A little wild cat that broke a paw!
Song Qingyu curled his lips: "You have a thick-skinned skin, I can't compare with you."
Mo Beiyan smiled, and after cleaning up those traces, he walked over again to pick up Song Qingyu, and said, "Or, let's get rid of the chaos and go back to the room again?"
Song Qing said: "... I don't want it!"
Mo Beiyan laughed loudly, and soon returned to the bedroom, put her in the ****, and asked: "Sleep?"
"Are you with me?" Song Qingyu put his arms around his neck and refused to let it go, feeling very clingy.
Mo Beiyan was startled.
She is rarely so clingy, and sometimes he wonders if this girl is normal, and if it is normal, is she not loving him enough.
Even if he loves her, it is definitely not as deep as he loves her so much.
It is rare for her to show such a side, it looks like a cat's paw scratching his heart.
"Why? It's not okay to be alone, so will you drive me away to work?" he asked.
He was right, Song Qingyu is like that.
But at this time, she hugged him and said, "Wait until I fall asleep before you go?"
The voice is soft and delicate.
The two have been together for a long time. She fell asleep a lot every time she did it. It's not bad that she pays much attention to physical exercise, but which time was it not caused by him
I only came here once today, so she didn't go to bed right away, it was the first time Mo Beiyan saw her like this.
The red tide on his face has not completely faded, his eyes are wet, his black eyes are staring at him as if he is holding his heart, and his voice is hoarse after a little bit of lust...
Song Qingyu with such an appearance made him bewildered. Where could he still remember that he was going to work, and there would be a meeting at 3:30 in the afternoon
He blurted out: "Well, I'll be with you."
Song Qingyu was happy, and immediately lay down in his horns, waiting for him to sleep next to him.
Mo Beiyan took off his shirt and pants, and went to sleep with her under the blanket.
Although the workload has been reduced a lot recently, Huan'ai still consumes her physical strength to the point that she feels like a rag. There is no way, this smelly man is still strong.
So, she fell asleep quickly, and when she fell asleep, the good hand was still holding his palm.
Mo Beiyan was not sleepy. He looked at her quietly, feeling infinite satisfaction in his heart, where there was still the anger when he just came back to hear those words.
However, he did not forget the incident.
He believes that Song Qingyu loves himself, and it is certainly not the state of being forced to be with him before. Of course, he also feels that she loves herself far less than he loves her.
It doesn't hurt. In love, a man should have paid more than a woman to give her a sense of security.
but-
He could not forgive Lu Li for running out to disturb her pool of spring water!
Song Qingyu belonged to his Mo Beiyan. Since Lu Li gave up at the beginning and let her die in front of his eyes, then Lu Li had no right to tell her anything about love or not!
The phone was placed in the pocket of his suit pants and suddenly vibrated.
Mo Beiyan came back to his senses, and quickly pressed off the shock.
Turning his head and glanced at Song Qingyu, seeing that she was still sleeping soundly, but she was a little dissatisfied and moved, frowned slightly. He smiled silently, bowed his head and kissed her on the face, and said softly: "Daughter-in-law is okay, continue to sleep."
Then, he got off the bed lightly and went outside to wear his clothes.
Dressed neatly, then took out the phone, it was already 3:20.
"Young Master Mo, there is a meeting going on, where are you?" Long Xiaojiu was about to cry!
Today’s meeting is very important, but at this point, what is the big boss going to make if he doesn’t return to the company