[River God] The missing young master

The new bed is imported from the West. The elm boards are decorated with exquisite carvings, and the bed curtains are hung on the four corners, giving people a feeling of combining Chinese and Western styles.For this, Lian Huaqing didn't feel much. She slept with everything, as long as the daughter-in-law liked it.

Ding Mao sat on the bed covered with the red embroidered quilt and patted it. He was very satisfied with the soft but not collapsed feel. "Look at how good this is. The one you slept on before is nothing compared to this."

Lian Huaqing stood by the bed and took off his coat and said, "It's not up to you alone to decide whether it's good or not, let's come up and try together."

Ding Mao was happy, and he readily agreed without realizing the taste in these words. By the time he realized that he wanted to regret it, it was too late.

Lian Huaqing looked at the dazed Ding Mao and smiled, then turned off the light and went to bed.He lay down under the blanket, hugged Ding Mao in his arms, and touched his body. When he touched the two lumps of meat on his buttocks, he praised him, "It's really upturned~" which made Ding Mao blush.

The shy Ding Mao frowned and said, "Try the bed, just test the bed, don't mess around!"

Lian Huaqing rubbed against his neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm just trying it out, do you know why the red bed sheet and red quilt are spread out today?"

Ding Mao shook his head under him to show that he didn't know.

Lian Huaqing kissed him, and sighed, "Look, our relationship is already like this, and I'm not the kind of person who just wipes my mouth and leaves, I have to give you a formal title, right?"

Ding Mao nodded, as if that was the case.

Lian Huaqing smiled, "Then it's such a happy decision, you will be my wife from tomorrow on."

"..."

Did he hear correctly?Ding Mao's face was congested with blood, and he stammered, "Who, who is your wife! How could my elders be your wife! You, stop talking nonsense!" At the same time, he called out in his heart Dad in the underworld, 'Dad!Your spirit in heaven, come and save me!Our family seems to be breaking down! '

Ding Yiqiu, who was waiting to drink soup by the Naihe Bridge, couldn't help but burst into tears when he heard his son's cry, "Son, Dad is powerless now, you better accept your fate!"

Lian Huaqing didn't care what Ding Mao was thinking, reached out and pinched his chin, hissed and said, "If you want this title, you have to have it, and if you don't, you have to have it. Today is the wedding night for the two of us. Wait until later." After everything is settled, we will formally worship and get married."

Ding Mao swallowed nervously "Gulu Gulu", "Forget it, me, I'm willing to sleep with you for no reason..." It's not that he is skinny and shameless, if there is really a wedding, then Ding Mao Mao has become the biggest joke in Tianjin City!The eldest young master of the Ding family of his majestic Water Transport Chamber of Commerce married the leader of Mogu Taoism, what is this? ? ?

"Shh, don't be so nervous." Lian Huaqing softly comforted Ding Mao's beating heart.

He knew Ding Mao's scruples, but who made him fall in love with him.

Ding Mao felt the warm breath sprayed on his face by Lian Huaqing, and his heart was in a mess.He actually likes Lian Huaqing quite a bit, but, he never thought about talking about marriage, what kind of thing is this, he couldn't help feeling depressed...

Lian Huaqing touched him twice, and said with a smile, "Don't be sour, I didn't tell you to marry tomorrow."

Ding Mao tilted his head and pouted and complained in a low voice, "Why do I have to marry you, why don't you marry me, and why have you always been on top..."

Lian Huaqing pinched his waist, pretending to be fierce, "Say it again?" Why didn't this little guy see such ambition before.

Ding Mao realized that he was talking bald again, so he covered his mouth and shook his head and stopped talking.

At this time, the sky outside was completely dark, and the moon was half-covered in the sky, and the light shone into the room through the glass window that hadn't been drawn, and sprinkled on the two of them.

Lian Hua looked at Ding Mao through the moonlight, and felt that such a beautiful scenery was a waste of discussion, so he stopped talking about marriage.

He unbuttoned Ding Mao's white shirt, stroked the skin inside, and asked gently, "Do you feel it?"

Ding Mao covered his face and denied, "No, no!"

Lian Huaqing was deeply suspicious of this, he put his hand into Ding Mao's buttocks, and felt his fingertips were wet...

"Well, not really." He said meaningfully.

"Don't say any more!" Ding Mao reprimanded half ashamed and half annoyed.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk, can you spread your legs a little bit?"

It's really hard for him to put it together so close together.

"..."

This is probably what Wushan said when the moon was dark and the wind was high.

"Bastard! Slow down, are you going to stab me to death!"

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