Su Qing quickly stopped him, "Mu'er... Mu'er wants to sleep with Su Qing's mother, right? Then let's do it together..."
"No, Mu'er wants Mommy to sleep with Daddy. Mu'er is very good, Mu'er will go upstairs to rest first... Daddy, you have to work hard! Also, Mommy was wrong again just now, Mommy is Mommy, Mu'er's Mommy, not Su Qing's mommy... Mommy, remember, don't make the same mistake next time, otherwise Mu'er will be angry!"
Little Muer jumped off the sofa like a little rabbit and slid upstairs.
She ran away so fast that even if Su Qing wanted to call her, it was too late.
Mingming really wanted to sleep with Qiao Mohan and Su Qing. He wanted to sleep between his parents and feel the warmth and care.
But in order to allow Daddy to develop a good relationship with Mommy, little Muer was very sensible and chose to 'quit' on her own.
In an instant, the living room became extremely quiet.
There were other servants there just now, but now only Qiao Mohan and Su Qing were left.
Su Qing realized that something was wrong, cleared her throat, and pretended to be calm and said, "You... that... Qiao Mohan, now that Mu'er is not here, you don't have to act anymore, let me down."
This man probably only acts like a kind father in front of Mu'er.
Su Qing still remembered what happened before she blocked Qiao Mohan. She coughed lightly, reminding him—urging him to let her go quickly.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Mohan not only did not let go, but held his arms even tighter.
He held Su Qing in his arms and raised his eyebrows: "Mrs. Qiao has gained weight recently. She is not honest in my arms. If you move again, I will not be able to hold you and you may fall down."
"You..." Su Qing was furious. No woman likes to hear a man say that she is fat.
Her voice was hoarse: "If you feel it's heavy, put it down quickly... Qiao Mohan, can you stop playing tricks? I want to have a good talk with you."
She tried her best to remain calm and spoke to Qiao Mohan in the calmest tone.
There really is so much to talk about.
Su Qing's mind is confused now, and she must talk things through with Qiao Mohan.
"No matter how heavy the weight is, I can't let you go. You are my wife, Qiao Mohan. Now everyone in China knows that I, Qiao Mohan, married you, Su Qing. If I put Mrs. Qiao down like this, and someone sees me, they will think I am weak, and it will ruin my reputation. Besides, doesn't Mrs. Qiao want to talk to me? That's perfect, let's go up and talk."
After saying that, Qiao Mohan held her in his arms and strode upstairs.
Su Qing was startled. The flash of heat in Qiao Mohan's eyes was almost too familiar.
Su Qing could tell at a glance what this man wanted and what he wanted to do.
"Let's talk downstairs. I don't want... um... uh... Qiao Mohan, let me go... uh..."
The words in my mouth could no longer be uttered.
Because when she opened her mouth, Qiao Mohan suddenly lowered his head and blocked Su Qing's mouth with his thin lips.
Fierce and intense, full of a strong sense of possession.
Qiao Mohan has always been like this, his kisses are strong, domineering, and extremely skillful.
It's not something a woman like Su Qing can withstand.
But in a moment, Su Qing's resistance turned into soft moans.
Her originally slightly stiff body turned directly into a pool of mud and melted in his hot embrace.
Qiao Mohan held her and deepened the kiss.
From the initial kiss, to the sweep of the tongue, to the unstoppable, overwhelming attack. (To be continued)