Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

When Dou Qiaoan sneaked in quietly.

Meng Yutang was looking at the table of dishes in front of him and didn't know what to do.

Okay, your family, Zhou Beicheng, even opened a small stove for you. I said why I can't find you.

Meng Yutang sat cross-legged on the sofa, looking up at her.

Dou Qiaoan was not polite either, she sat down and glanced at it before picking up her chopsticks.

Your food is delicious.

Meng Yutang picked up Zhou Beicheng's thermos, opened it, took a sip and looked at her: What's wrong?

I know she doesn't come to the door for anything.

Dou Qiao'an just put a mouthful of meat into her mouth, and when she heard her say that, she immediately laughed and leaned over.

this.

She handed over a person's information.

Meng Yutang looked at her and found it funny.

Do you really want to break it clean?

Dou Qiaoan nodded: Yeah.

Meng Yutang took the phone and looked at her: You and Mo Ting...

Dou Qiaoan smiled and looked at her: I want to try, I hope he is worth it.

Meng Yutang looked at her and said nothing.

...

It was too late to send everyone away after work.

Later, Lu Zhiqiu insisted on clamoring to come to Mengyuan to have a look. He drank so much that he couldn't even walk when he was so drunk.

It was Mo Ting who couldn't help laughing and took him away in the end, otherwise Zhou Beicheng would definitely beat him up tonight and call him Dad.

After they all left, they became much quieter. Zhou Beicheng couldn't help but curl his lips because of the red happy characters that could be seen everywhere in the house. He raised his hand and untied his tie, took it out, and walked upstairs.

When he opened the door and came in, he saw Meng Yutang was messing with something on the bedside, with his back turned to him.

He closed the door and walked over to hug her from behind, only to see that she was lighting a candle.

There was only a small warm yellow light turned on in the room, and the red candle was lit, which was unusually bright under the dim light.

He rubbed against her shoulder, and asked in a low voice, What are you doing lighting candles?

Meng Yutang looked back at him: Mom let it be lighted, it can't be blown out, it should be lit all night.

Zhou Beicheng hugged her and smiled: Okay.

As he said that, he kissed him dishonestly.

Meng Yutang turned around and pushed him away to go out: I'm going to take a bath.

She hasn't changed her clothes yet, she just went to fiddle with red candles.

Before he could take two steps, he was suddenly grabbed and pulled back.

Zhou Beicheng hugged her tightly and said in a hoarse voice, Be careful, I'm going to unwrap the present.

...

It just so happened that the last dress Meng Yutang wore today had a belt. He put the person on the bed, and gently and slowly untied the belt with his fingers, pulling it away little by little. It was really like unwrapping a present.

Meng Yutang's face was flushed red by the candlelight.

His slow fingers brushed her skin.

Meng Yutang couldn't help trembling: Zhou...

Before he could speak, his mouth was gagged.

Zhou Beicheng bullied her over and did not allow her to say anything else.

The clothes were all gone, and the clothes of the two were scattered together.

He really endured it for too long, but he also kissed every inch of her skin tenderly and carefully.

In front of his eyes were her blurred eyes, and in his ears were her coquettish hums. He hugged her tightly and wished he could carve her into his body.

How can you love someone so much, and want to have her so eagerly.

He is also the one who is gentle and gentle but unwilling to let others go.

The shadow of the red candle was so indistinct that he was willing to let him go.

After holding her for a while, he got up and carried her into the bathroom.

Cover your face (*/ω＼*) turn off the lights and turn off the lights