My wife can't be like this

Mr. Mo's Erotic Figure 1,

Regarding the things Wen Shao said about riding and shooting in the wild, climbing high and looking far, boating on rivers and lakes, washing spoons, etc., the two of them couldn't finish it in one day, but Mo Yu could tell that Wen Shao really planned to use the These various plots that he originally drew in the girl manga were realized one by one.

Before Wen Shao was allowed by the emperor to recuperate for a few days, the two of them happily squandered away, and the two people also visited all the dating places around them. On the first day of March, Wen Shao came back from the southeast sea for the first time. Go to court for the first time.Mo Yu got up with him, had a quick meal, and was on his way to Mrs. Wen's place to ask for breakfast, when the porter's words came over, "Mr. Mo, there is a Mr. Qiu Hua outside the door asking to see you."

Ouch, Mo Yu was suddenly so fresh, I don't know how Qiu Hua escaped from his little prince's bed on this day when Pan Longzhi was just released, "Please come in."

After a while, Qiu Hua, who was dressed in blue, came in with the boy, first glanced at the rosy and shiny Mo below, and then sat down on a stool beside him, "It seems that Wen Shao I haven't fed you yet."

Wen Shao squinted at him, "Can we discuss some eighteen-banned topics without meeting each other?"

Qiu Hua snorted from his nasal cavity, "No."

"Okay, I can see it." Mo Yu stopped pretending to be Pian Pianjia at this time, and raised her legs happily, "The life of husband and wife is not coordinated! This is a disease, and we Panlong Pavilion only treats it."

Qiu Hua said unmoved, "I heard that there will be a Spring Festival in Jiangnan in May this year."

Mo Yu suddenly said vigilantly, "What do you want?"

If the four-yearly grand festival here in the capital is Shangxian Festival, there is also such a festival in the south, which is the Spring Festival Appreciation every five years.Appreciating the Spring Festival brings a word of spring. It is true that it does not start until summer. There is no other reason. The temperature in Dayu Jiangnan rises in May but it is not unbearably hot and humid. It is a good time for girls to wear gauze skirts and colorful dresses. In spring, all kinds of flowers and plants are more worthy of appreciation.

Of course, the Chinese New Year appreciation is not only for Yingying and Yanyan women, but for erotic masters gathered from all over the world. At that time, all kinds of works are for people to comment on. Those characters in the Chinese paintings are more beautiful than the girls. Sultry, every night, boats and boats, flower pavilions and pavilions are overcrowded...

If it was the little prince who came today, Mo Yu would not be so surprised and defensive, but it must be known that Qiu Hua usually struggles with his concubine, and now he is taking the initiative to inquire about the Flower Festival, so Mo Yu cannot be careless.

Qiu Hua's face was still calm, "I don't do anything, I just ask you. You should know that you didn't set up a stick on this road in the last five years. Of course you don't need to show up to enjoy the Spring Festival, but in this five years, Panlong Pavilion robbed you I don't know how many people's jobs, if you don't give an explanation, I'm afraid it won't make sense."

Mo Yu knew that what Qiu Hua said was reasonable, but he also knew that Qiu Hua was not the kind of character who would come to him for analysis, "Do you want to go to Jiangnan?"

"I don't want to go in my current capacity."

"Then what identity do you want?"

Qiu Hua touched his upper and lower lips, "Mr. Panlong's painting boy."

The corners of Mo Yu's mouth twitched, "Hurry up and go back, Mr. Ben doesn't have a painting boy as big as you."

"Then Mr. Manager."

"Well, do you include room and board? Do you include travel expenses? Do you include styling?"

Qiu Hua smiled sweetly, "Don't worry, the head of the family will cover all five insurances and one housing fund, and even chat with you when traveling at public expense."

"..." Ma Ma, this Chou Hua is so scary, suddenly he doesn't want to take him there, what a mess!

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After Qiu Hua's visit, he gave Mo Yu a day to arrange "funeral affairs". Mo Yu told Wen Shao that he would go to the south with Boss Qiu to see if he could start a business there. Wen Shao wanted to follow, but as a As a national civil servant, he really doesn't have such ample vacation, and the two of them have never broken through the last layer of relationship. Recently, the little general who feels that he is becoming more and more beastly feels that if the two of them no longer sleep in separate rooms, he may do something. It's a big deal.

But even these things he understands, "When will you be back?"

Mo Yu took a look at him, and felt that Wen Shao, who was obviously an abstinence type before, looked like a big dog now. Although there was no sad expression on his face, nor watery eyes, he kept staring at him for a moment. It was almost impossible for Mo Yu to say such words for about two months.

"I... as soon as possible." The boy dawdled for a while, then stood up, held Wen Shao's face in his hands, and rubbed it.

"..." Wen Shao, who was a little shocked and expecting in his heart, was speechless, "Zipei?"

"Well," the boy turned around abruptly, and whispered, "I, I'll brew it up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was brought into Wen Shao's arms from behind with his arms around his waist.

"!"

There is only one question in Mo Yu's mind right now, is this a kiss?The breaths of the two are intertwined, their lips and teeth are intertwined, and even the temperature in the room seems to be heated up. Mo Yu can feel the heat of Wen Shao's hand clasped around his waist, through his robe, as if it was directly scalding his skin Average.

Wen Shao's lips stuck to his for a while, and then slowly penetrated deeper, applying what he learned from Mo Yu's album to the painter, and fascinated the painter's kiss, making a mess.From a certain point of view, Wen Shao can be regarded as a good apprentice taught by Mo Yu when it comes to love. At this time, it is indeed "the apprentice of the church starved to death of the master".

Mo Yu was sitting on Wen Shao's leg at the moment and was kissed by him with his chin lifted. In a daze, he felt that Wen Shao was worthy of being a martial arts practitioner. His breath was so long that it could suffocate people to death, and his strength was also great. Passed out by the kiss, you will feel the strength of Wen Shao's hand grasping his waist in excitement...

Sure enough, there is still a big difference between spring dreams and reality.

In the end, Young Master Mo, who was suffering from suffocation, tweeted Shao, and finally realized that the blush on his face was not from shyness but from lack of oxygen. "Zipei, I, I didn't know you were..."

Mo Yu leaned against his chest while panting and waving her hands. After a while, she asked, "Promise me, I will improve my kissing skills on my own these days, okay?"