"Dear uncle, you're jealous!" Song Qiyue leaned on her side, leaning on the binoculars with one hand, so she looked at him in time.
Mr. Mo still has that smiling gentle face, but indulges her boldness, "I'm just telling my niece what should be done, what should not be done, what should be watched, and what should not be watched."
Song Qiyue choked, "I don't believe it! Then why do you want to say, what's so good about other men?"
As she spoke, her hand was about to move again, pulling and sliding the skirt of his suit.
"It's really not very good. If you want to see it, I will find some male models for you, so that you can see enough." Mo Zhengyan held her hand and gently touched it. "Well, the Seven Star Building has been visited. , Go to the next attraction."
He stepped away, Song Qiyue followed behind, and she jumped to his side to follow him, "You said it yourself. Find a male model to show me. Don’t break your promise! Don’t go for too many, just look for it. Twelve, it just happens to be a dozen..."
Mr. Mo ignored her, just glanced at her lightly.
The look means-you really want to!
In the afternoon, I wandered a few spots again, which was a joy. In the evening, I had dinner in an elegant restaurant. After entering the night, the car slowly drives on the streets of the city, you can enjoy the night view. The blurred lights and neon glow make it a city that never sleeps.
It’s just that even Mo Zhengyan discovered one thing, “It’s not like you came to play with me today. On the contrary, I seem to come to accompany you.”
Look at her enthusiasm for freshness, it's like traveling!
"Why, I've been with you for a day, eating, playing, and chatting, and I'm all three. To be with you, you are so unthankful!" Song Qiyue leaned on the car window and looked at the scenery.
Three. Accompany? Her definition is really different!
Mo Zhengyan raised his eyebrows, "You are from Haicheng, and you seem to be very unfamiliar with this place."
"Oh, that's because I haven't been back in a few years."
"several years?"
"Three years."
"Why not come back?"
"Work is too busy, and there is no chance."
"Busy during the New Year?" Mo Zhengyan wanted to break the trend of casserole asking to the end, Song Qiyue said haha, "Even if I come back for the New Year, it will only be a few days. I would rather sleep late than run around."
"It turns out that you are not just a foodie, but a slacker."
"Hey, I was discovered by you, then I will borrow your leg to lie down now." Without waiting for his consent, Song Qiyue lay down, resting his legs, and she closed her eyes.
His big hand fell, playing softly on her hair.
Song Qiyue was really tired. Amidst the bumps, she seemed to be back that night.
On the night of three years ago, she dragged the suitcase, all the belongings were only one thousand yuan in cash, so she left.
"Wake up, it's coming soon." She was urged to wake up by a gentle male voice. Song Qiyue opened her eyes in a daze. She saw Mo Zhengyan's handsome handsome face with a smile in her eyes and looked at her narrowly. "You can really fall asleep."
"Where is this place?"
"We are approaching the hotel where you are staying ahead. See if you are tired, I will send you back first and go to sleep." He exclaimed softly and gently.
Song Qiyue couldn't get up, and circled his waist, "I want to sleep with you."
"How old are you, where do you sleep with your uncle?" He was obviously pretending to be a fool.
"I'm going to sleep with you." She began to touch his waist playfully, without scruple and restraint.
The workshop was cramped, she was still lying on him, her hand pierced directly from the placket of the shirt, touched his skin, warm and smooth, she was playful and touched it presumptuously for a while. Suddenly, being held down by him, she saw a trace of deepness in his eyes, and his body temperature under the palm of her palm was also a little hot.
Song Qiyue even noticed that a certain part of his pants had already bulged.
She circled his neck and pulled it down, whispering softly, "Zheng Yan, you have a reaction."