Young Master Mo, you have been tricked

Su Mi sat upright, looked at Mo Hanchen and said decently, "My aunt invited me here."

Mo Hanchen frowned imperceptibly, her dignified appearance was very strange, but he could see her wild and unruly soul at a glance.

Obviously, this pretentiousness was due to his mother.

Su Mi stood up, Mo Hanchen saw the skirt on her body, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stared at her body coldly.

There was no strong light in the living room, and the place where Su Mi sat was dark, so he could only tell that she was wearing the same clothes as that day, but he couldn't tell whether they were through or not.

Su Mi looked at him, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Why are you staring at me like this? Haven't you seen the skirt on me before? It's pretty, isn't it?"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Hanchen decided that she was wearing the dress that made him lose control that day, and he immediately exuded a cold breath, walked over a few steps, dragged her wrist and squeezed it tightly, and walked upstairs .

Su Mi didn't resist, and took small steps to keep up with his pace, preventing herself from falling.

He dragged her into the room, turned on the headlights, and looked down at her clothes. After seeing clearly, his eyes changed again and became unfriendly.

Su Mi looked at him with a smile, and asked with a serious face, "What's the matter!"

Obviously, he fell for it.

Annoyed, he pushed her away, wanting to open the door and go out.

Su Mi's waist twisted, her body limply squeezed between him and the door, she lifted his neck and stood on tiptoe.

She has profound dance skills, and he has experienced the softness of her body countless times. When she twisted just now, all kinds of scenes from the past have been imagined in his mind.

She raised her hand and closed the door quietly, the panting sounds of the two were very clear in the darkness.

After a long while, her hand brushed his hair faintly, and her delicate voice became weaker in the darkness, "Is it exciting?"

He put a little force on the hand on her waist, and she pressed it on his hand that was about to exert force in time, and said softly: "Don't do this, there are people waiting in the room below!"

She wanted him to get out of control, but she didn't want the situation to get out of control completely.

Mo Hanchen breathed heavily, knowing what this woman was thinking, he pinched her face fiercely with his hand, and only then did he feel relieved when he heard her soft cry in the dark, so he pulled her aside and pulled her away. open the door.

The light from outside poured in, Su Mi followed Mo Hanchen out obediently, and when she reached the stairs, she started to make small movements.

Do your hair for a while, and stretch your skirt for a while.

The original spun skirt was easy to wrinkle, but now the clothes were wrinkled into a ball, and it looked absolutely horrible, as if they had done something shameful just now.

The three people downstairs were talking, but after seeing Su Mi's actions, no one spoke.

Mo Hanchen walked downstairs solemnly, expressionless as if nothing had happened. After walking downstairs, he realized that the eyes of the people sitting on the sofa were all behind him.

He turned to look at the woman behind him.

While stretching her skirt, Su Mi looked at him innocently and complainingly, her expression looked very cramped, she pursed her lips slightly, the red and swollen lips were still glistening, she knew what she was doing just now.

His head started to hurt again, she couldn't do without being a monster for a moment, but he always caught the trick.

He couldn't help scolding: "Stop stretching."

Su Mi fiddled with the skirt slightly with her small hands, and whispered cautiously: "But... it's wrinkled~"