Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

He was playing seriously and didn't see Xiu Jin's eyes flashing.

Her face felt cold, and cream smeared on Rong Mo's face.

Tablet black screen again...

Rong Mo raised his head angrily, "Xiu Jin!"

The small fists hit Xiu Jin's arm like raindrops. He didn't use any force and was just acting coquettishly.

Xiu Jin's eyes were full of smiles, and she reached out to hug Rong Mo without hiding.

While Rong Mo was dodging, he dipped his hand in cream and smeared it on Xiu Jin's face.

He was a bit shorter than Xiu Jin, and he put his hand on the person's chin impartially.

The milky white cream stuck there, as if Xiu Jin had a white beard.

The anger dissipated instantly, and Rong Mo burst into laughter, out of control.

He grabbed a lot of cream, but Xiu Jin raised his hand to wipe it clean.

"Baby, you are too cruel." Xiu Jin smiled helplessly, and she just dipped some with her fingertips.

He suspected that Rong Mo just didn't have a chance, otherwise the whole pot would slap him in the face.

"Who told you to look for trouble?" Rong Mo wiped away the tears from laughter at the end of his eyes and raised his fingers to Xiu Jin, "Lower your head."

"You're not coming again, are you?" Really scared, Xiu Jin still lowered her head and leaned towards Rong Mo with lingering fear.

Rong Mo raised a bright smile, hooked Xiu Jin's neck, and licked off the cream.

At the end, he smacked his lips and said, "It's quite sweet."

Xiu Jin kept lowering his head, his eyes darkened, staring closely at the cream-stained lips, his big hands clasped Rong Mo's waist, and held him in his arms.

Kissed with purpose.

The breaths were constantly intertwined. Rong Mo didn't react at first and raised his hand to push Xiu Jin away. He put his fingers on his chest, and his strong heartbeat followed the fingertips, causing his heartbeat to lose its rhythm.

Ambiguous gasps continued to escape from his lips and teeth. Rong Mo opened his eyes suddenly and grabbed the big hand on his butt.

"Isn't it cooking?"

Xiu Jin's voice was deepened by lust, "The cream can't be used anymore."

"Uh..." Rong Mo glanced at the cream that had been smudged when they kissed, his eyes averted, "It's better if you try it again."

"Yeah." Xiu Jin nodded, her eyes always falling on his face, "There's still some time, don't you want to try it in the kitchen?"

"???"

Who would do that kind of thing in a dining place?

Rong Mo shook his head without even thinking, feeling a sense of weightlessness.

After coming back to his senses, he was picked up by Xiu Jin and placed on the dining table.

"Hey, hey, this is the place to eat!"

He struggled vigorously, but Xiu Jin casually cut his wrists above his head.

Xiu Jin tore open the buttons on his pajamas with her mouth, raised her eyes and glanced at him with a smile, "I know this is a place to eat."

"Then you are still doing this?" Rong Mo stared and blushed.

Xiu Jin's thin lips curved beautifully, and she smiled softly: "Aren't I just going to feed you?"

"???"

………………

Qin Jiale was unconscious for the entire afternoon. He opened his eyes while covering his swollen and painful head.

He took a breath and hissed... gauze?I went, "Mom, are you going to kill me?"

Qin's mother, who was peeling apples at the side, glanced at him when she heard the shouting, "Do you have a headache?"

"I'm already like this, and you still ask me if it hurts?" Qin Jiale hissed and touched the back of his head, where there was a big bulge.

His mother's maternal love was really intermittent. She raised her hand to take the apple and took a bite. Qin Jiale sat on the bed and thought of Yang Fan.

Flip off the quilt.

"Why are you going?"

"I'm going to find Fanfan!"

Qin's mother stood up and silently raised the chair. Qin Jiale took a breath and fell to her knees on the ground, "Mom, this one will die!"

"You go find him, I might as well beat you to death now, lest you end up dead in the hands of others!"

Qin Jiale shrank his neck. He didn't understand and complained loudly, "I'm just in love, why do you want to kill me?"

"Falling in love with him will cost you your life!" Mother Qin put down her stool and sat down like a queen. "Not only will it cost you your life, but if you continue to be stupid, only your page will be left in the household registration."

"what?"

so serious?

Did he break the law?

Qin Jiale looked at his mother's serious face and said, "I really love him."

He used to be a romantic person and never cared about anyone. Yang Fan was the first person who made him look at him for thousands of years.

Qin's mother looked at his begging look, remained silent for a long time, and sighed, "I can see that you really want to die."

She stood up, holding the carved high-back chair, and walked towards Qin Jiale step by step.

"Love can relieve pain, son, please bear with it"

"No, no, no!", Qin Jiale was frightened and cried, "Mom, I was wrong, mom!"

He tried to use the word mother to awaken Qin's mother's maternal love.

Qin's mother stood still in front of the bed, "Listen up, my dear son, you can only keep one of your love and life."

"If you give up your life for love, it is also a kind of courage. Mom will also be proud of you. You are free. Mom respects any decision you make."

She smiled amiably, put the chair in front of her, and waited for Qin Jiale to make his choice.

As soon as the word "love" comes out, she will go over and beat this bad thing to death.

"I choose..." Qin Jiale paused and tried to find signs of joking on his mother's face.

He didn't know whether he was joking or not, but Mother Qin's fingertips were already exerting force.

"My life! Mom, I want my life!"

"Crack!" The chair made a muffled sound on the ground.

Cold sweat broke out on Qin Jiale's forehead, and he smiled forcefully, "Mom, I figured it out. There are many forms of love that don't necessarily have to be together..."

“Mom is so relieved that you figured it out.”

Qin's mother was very satisfied that her son could figure it out.

Sure enough, selective education will enhance the relationship between parents and children.

"You should rest. Your father and I are going back. The e-country branch still needs people."

Qin Jiale's eyes lit up and he knew that his parents wouldn't be back for long.

As soon as they left, he would go find Yang Fan.

“I left a gun for my nanny, and that choice will always be there.”

The implication is that you can tell me anytime you are tired of living.

Qin Jiale shivered and stared at his mother's leaving figure.

Is he really his biological child?

Didn’t you establish any kind of physical affection during the ten months of pregnancy?

Qin Jiale was so depressed that he doubted his life.

Yang Fan's profile picture kept flashing on the phone. When he opened it, he saw words of concern for him.

How to do.

His love is so difficult and heavy that he wants to be an enemy of the world and abandon everything.

Having gone through some inner struggles, what young people need is the courage to resist power.

The reason why love is love is because it has to overcome thousands of difficulties and dangers, and only desperate love is worthy of eternity!

Qin Jiale picked up the phone and replied: I'm fine, don't worry, my parents are gone, where do you live?

Yang Fan's heart dropped when he saw the message. He thought Qin Jiale would never reply to him again.

Yang Fan: We are staying in a hotel. I plan to talk to my brother tomorrow...

Qin Jiale: Are you going to find Rong Mo?He sold the house without your consent. It's so outrageous. What else can you say to him?Don't go, you can move to my other house.

Knowing that this idiot was easy to take advantage of, Yang Fan curled his lips.

Rong Mo tried his best to break them up, but people still stood by him?

Yang Fan snorted proudly, edited the text and pressed send.

Yang Fan: We are a family after all. There may be some misunderstanding. I want to make it clear to my brother.

Qin Jiale frowned and thought for a moment: I'll go with you!

Xiu Jin’s cake was not eaten after all. The reason was that Rong Mo had exhausted too much energy during the trip and was so hungry that Shen Xiujin ate the cake while she was getting a towel...

"Mo Mo...what are you eating?" Xiu Jin took the towel and came back to see Rong Mo, whose face was bulging like a hamster.

finished...

Rong Mo realized it later and slowed down his chewing movements. Looking at the half-collapsed cake embryo on the stove, he felt guilty, "Uh, um..."

He hesitated and lowered his head, "I'm just a little hungry..."

Xiu Jin glanced at the cake embryo behind Rong Mo, chuckled and walked over to rub Rong Mo's head, "I didn't think well, I should have let you eat first."

"Stop, stop, stop!" He couldn't hear the word "full" now, his stomach was still bloated, and white turbidity flowed out along the seam of his buttocks...

Xiu Jin looked at him and smiled, Rong Mo looked away in shame, and with a slight movement, Xiu Jin put a towel under him and carried him towards the bathroom.

After being placed in the bathtub, Rong Mo's jade fingers pressed against Xiu Jin's chest and whispered: "I'll wash myself, you get out."

Surprisingly, Xiu Jin didn't refuse, got up and left, and helped him close the bathroom door.

"???",gone?Brother, don’t you even struggle?

This is not Xiu Jin’s style.

Bai Tuanzi rolled his eyes through the glass separating dry and wet areas, "You let me leave, and you're not happy when they leave."

Why is the host so difficult to serve?

Hearing Bai Tuanzi whispering, Rong Mo stirred up water and drenched the little tortoise.

After successfully getting the white dumplings out, the killing pig screamed, "Ah ah ah, what are you doing!"

The big one and the small one struggled together, and water flowed everywhere.

It was already an hour after she finished washing and went out. Rong Mo put on a bath towel and looked at Xiu Jin who was all dry.

He made him a mess, but he felt refreshed and clean.

"Snapped"

He deliberately pulled the chair to make any noise. The man turned his head and looked at him, then walked towards him with a smile on his face.

"Angry?"

Xiu Jin raised her hand to smooth Rong Mo's hair, but was slapped away.

Rong Mo snorted and turned away. Xiu Jin smiled and didn't continue, turned around, took the cake from the stove, and placed it on the dining table.

"Happy birthday, Mo Mo"

The cake is a white moon, decorated with a few pink pearls. It looks small and cute, but why is it a crescent moon?

Although the moon waxes and wanes, you can't give away the crescent moon, right?

Rong Mo frowned, his lips felt warm, and the scent of cedar rubbed against the tip of his nose, as if it was his imagination.

"The missing half is in your belly"

"...", his face turned red, Rong Mo coughed twice and responded, "Oh"

Xiu Jin took the candle, inserted it on the cake, looked at him and said, "Make a wish."

Wish...

He really doesn't have any wishes.

Rong Mo's pupils reflected the flickering firelight and asked for a while: "When is your birthday?"

"I don't have a birthday." Xiu Jin looked at Rong Mo with gentle eyebrows.

He lived for a long time, long enough to forget time, and was also forgotten by time.

The atmosphere was inexplicably depressed, and the little guy looked at him intently, and he caught a trace of distress in the eyes.

He raised his hand and rubbed his fluffy hair. There was no need to pity him so much, "If you have to name a time, May 5th?"

"Ah? Why that day?" As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Mo thought of something. The depressing atmosphere was swept away, and he turned red like a hairy crab fresh out of the pot.