That's how willful it is!

I did it twice in one night, not too many times, but it took a long time, nearly two hours. During this time, He Yanfeng couldn't put it down like a child who got a new toy that he had been coveting for a long time. At first, Mo Cheng was very nervous and shy, and his hands and feet did not cooperate. However, the other party's voice was very deep and hoarse, which sounded very sexy and irresistible... Later, Mo Cheng, who was brought to the peak by his movements, Cheng seemed to be limp all over, letting him take it like a puddle of mud.

The softer Mo Cheng is, the harder he is. Like a steel gun, it penetrates the softest part of Mo Cheng, going back and forth deeply, pounding heavily...

After finishing the second time, He Yanfeng still leaned over. Mo Cheng pushed him softly with his hands, glared at him reluctantly, and said weakly, "Come again? Do you want to kill me?"

He Yanfeng really wanted to do it again. The annoyance and longing for the past five years, the joy of finding it again, made his heart swell like a blower, and at this time, his wife's jade body, which was limp as mud, lay in front of him, on her white jade-like body. There are little red marks on it, charming and charming, how can he stop?I wish I could just stay in the place where my wife was in ecstasy, and never come out again.

However, He Yanfeng felt sorry for his wife's overwhelmed attitude. He kissed Mo Cheng's sweaty hair and said, "I won't come. But you're sweating like this again, so you have to wash it." He said It's because he loves his wife and doesn't want to tire her. However, the joyful feeling of flying up to the clouds when they were in love just now is so addictive. If it wasn't for his wife's unwillingness, he could fight for three more rounds.

The old house that Mo Cheng rented did not have a bathroom in the bedroom, so it was really inconvenient to take a shower, and the noise was too loud for fear of waking Lele, so He Yanfeng had no choice but to go to the kitchen to fetch some hot water from a basin, and give it to Mo Cheng who had fallen into a coma. After wiping his body, he threw away the towel and went to bed by himself, holding the limp body of his wife who had been sleeping unconsciously, contentedly.

Mo Cheng didn't sleep well all night. Every time he woke up in a daze, he could feel that He Yanfeng was still kissing him obsessively, and his hands were still lingering on his skin, like whirling or something. Like an antique curio.Mo Cheng pushed him, moved his body, and said, "Why, you're like a wretched maniac, always touching and kissing, don't you sleep?"

He Yanfeng stubbornly pulled Mo Cheng back into his arms, kissed his beloved wife again, and said confidently, "What's so obscene about kissing your own wife?"

Mo Cheng muttered something, but he gagged and kissed him arrogantly. Mo Cheng struggled twice before giving up. He felt that it would be nice to rest on this guy's solid chest. It felt very solid. As for this guy's hands? The non-stop harassing mouth gradually made Mo Chengpin feel pampered.

Mo Cheng yawned lazily, adjusted a relatively comfortable position in his arms, then leaned on his chest with peace of mind, and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, Mo Cheng found that the curtains were tightly drawn, but he could feel the sky light outside, and the person next to his pillow was no longer there. There seemed to be faint voices coming from outside the room, it might be He Yanfeng and Lele Talk quietly outside.

Mo Cheng tried to move his body. The shameful place on the back had some dull pain due to the pressure and intrusion that he shouldn't have endured last night, but it felt dry and clean, and he was still wearing light and soft clothes. Cotton pajamas, obviously He Yanfeng cleaned himself up meticulously last night, and helped him put on the clothes.

Thinking of his tenderness and meticulousness, Mo Cheng felt warm in his heart, casually rolled up a heavy coat and left the room to see what they were doing.

He Yanfeng was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a laptop on his long legs, and Lele was sitting at the table by the window, as if... drawing a picture.

As soon as he saw Mo Cheng coming out, the sharp-eyed Lele dropped his pen first, and ran over with his little slippers in a "clack-clack" manner. He hugged Mo Cheng's thigh, raised his face, and asked with sparkling eyes, "Uncle Mo?" , Dad said that you are a little uncomfortable, so you need to rest more, don't you? Look at Lele obediently drawing outside without making a sound. Am I obedient? "

Mo Cheng touched his little head and said, "Be good, Lele is the best. Show me, what did you draw?"

Mo Cheng took Lele to the table, and He Yanfeng also stood up, went to the kitchen to bring a bowl of porridge, and some refreshing side dishes in small plates, and put them in front of Mo Cheng, saying: "Leave it alone, go wash your face and brush your teeth , eat breakfast, and then chat with this little guy."

Lele bared her small white teeth at her father, He Yanfeng smiled and patted him on the back, and said, "You're just a little chatterer, you talk a lot, don't starve Uncle Mo."

Mo Cheng went to wash and came out according to his words, and asked, "Have you all eaten?"

Lele nodded, and rushed to answer: "Dad took me out to eat. It was specially packaged and brought back for you. Dad said, let you sleep enough at once. Uncle Mo, what's wrong with you? Do you have a cold? Lele blinked her big innocent eyes, tilted her head, and said, "If you have a cold, you should drink plenty of water and avoid going to crowded places. Our teacher taught us."

Seeing the embarrassment on Mo Cheng's face, He Yanfeng immediately dragged Lele away and said, "Okay, you are like a cannonball, how can you call Uncle Mo to eat? Let's play around, be obedient!"

The porridge that He Yanfeng packed back was boiled very smooth and soft, and the accompanying side dishes were also exquisite and delicious. Mo Cheng ate a bowl and asked, "Is there any more?"

He Yanfeng took his bowl and said, "Yes, there is enough for one bowl. Do you like it? Then I'll go down and buy some more."

Mo Cheng smiled lightly and said, "I didn't like to eat it at first, but..." He raised his brows, his jet-black eyes nimbly turned in the direction of He Yanfeng, and turned into a very beautiful and coquettish look, and the corners of his lips were still slightly Hooked it, and said: "It's not all your fault! I can only eat these!"

If it wasn't for worrying about Lele being here, He Yanfeng would definitely pounce on him again, my wife, you've learned badly now, how can you make people angry so early in the morning?It's still very early before the evening's activities, how can people endure these ten or so hours?

Lele seemed to have heard the resentment in his father's stomach. Lele ran over happily and said to Mo Cheng: "Uncle Mo, I saw you drinking porridge, and I remembered an embarrassing thing from the past."

Mo Cheng asked with great interest: "What embarrassment?"

Lele stood in the middle, and said with gestures: "One time my father took me to dinner, and I was all my friends. Then, the adults sat at two tables, and the children sat at another table. I had rice for lunch and porridge for dinner. There is a guy who is very annoying and always likes to brag. He said that he has the largest appetite, can drink five bowls of porridge, and can kill the big porridge bowl on the table by one person at a time. I was not convinced, so I stood up and put my hips Tell him: I can drink six bowls. He immediately said loudly: I can drink seven bowls, I said, I can drink eight bowls, he said, I can drink nine bowls.”

Mo Cheng was amused and said, "Then, you just say, can you drink ten bowls?"

Lele shook her head and said, "I'm not that stupid. I glared at him and said: I'll kill you!"

Both Mo Cheng and He Yanfeng laughed. Mo Cheng snorted at Lele's limp hair and said, "Where can I find you, a smart ghost?"

Lele said happily: "Uncle Mo, come and see my work."

He Yanfeng shamed him and said, "Just those few ghostly drawn symbols of yours are still works! Don't laugh at Uncle Mo's big teeth!"

Lele rushed over, squeezed her small fists and beat her father again and again, saying, "Dad is so annoying! I don't say a single nice word! I've hated it since yesterday. I'm not allowed to watch TV, and I'm not allowed to go to see Uncle Mo this morning." Play."

Mo Cheng pulled him with a smile, and said, "Okay, okay, your father hates it on purpose. He is afraid that he will leave tonight and leave you with me. What if you miss him too much?"

"You guessed it right again! Lele is a little clever ghost, and your Uncle Mo is a big clever ghost." He Yanfeng looked deeply at Mo Cheng, his black eyes full of tenderness and doting.

Mo Cheng was quite surprised when he saw Lele's paintings. Although they were all childish graffiti, Lele's sketches were very clear and layered. For example, when painting a garden, ordinary children would paint some flowers, plants and trees , and then draw a few little people with arms stretched out to play, and Lele’s painting is even a tree, the leaves on the tree are scattered, and the shadow of the tree is projected on the children under the tree. All aspects have been considered, and Lele is just a child under six years old who is still in the first class of kindergarten!

Mo Cheng praised Lele sincerely, then looked up at He Yanfeng, and said, "Is Lele's paintings taught by experts? I don't think it's like those who randomly learned in preschool art classes."

He Yanfeng walked up to Mo Cheng, put his arms around his shoulders, and admired Lele's "work" together, jokingly asked: "Hey, Lele, your Uncle Mo praised your work is good, it's worthy of my tuition fee of [-] a month Already!"

Mo Cheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Three thousand a month? So expensive? You are really rich, a local tyrant."

He Yanfeng said: "No, it's not the local tyrant's price, it's the market price. Education and training are so expensive now, and I can afford it cheaply. I originally planned to spend 7000 to [-] yuan, but people didn't like it and didn't spend it. "

He Yanfeng explained: "Lele has liked drawing since she was a child, and I thought it would be good to cultivate a hobby for her children. Doodling and drawing on paper is worse than watching TV and playing computer games. However, I think the classes outside are a mixed bag. Yes, it’s not as good as one-on-one, so I asked someone to go to the Academy of Fine Arts, hoping to find a professor to teach him. However, the professor was not happy, saying that teaching a child to learn painting is equivalent to shooting mosquitoes with anti-aircraft guns. He recommended one of his favorite students to give Lele one-on-one counseling, or door-to-door service, three times a week, which is convenient and worry-free."

As we talked, we talked about Lele's education, because Lele is about to go to elementary school, and the problem of choosing a school is about to be faced. He Yanfeng said: "I was recommended a school, which is a private school. Yes, it claims to be the best aristocratic primary school in the city, the teachers are very good, the school environment and various hardware conditions are good, even if you want to live in the school, if Lele is not happy, I am also reluctant."

After hearing this, Mo Cheng said decisively: "Let's forget about those who live in the school. No matter how smart a little big kid is, he has poor self-care ability. Just throw it out like this. Let alone you, I don't want to bear it."

Of course you are the most reluctant mother.He Yanfeng hugged Mo Cheng's waist, and said softly: "Okay, I'll listen to you. I can't wait for March to come now, I really want to guard you like this every day."

No matter how reluctant, I still have to go.After dinner in a while, He Yanfeng helped Mo Cheng clean up the dishes and was about to leave. Lele still couldn't bear it. She looked at her father desperately, with tears rolling in her big eyes, and said, "Dad, Lele Le doesn't want you to go."

He Yanfeng picked up Lele, kissed his little face, and said: "But, Dad has to go to work. Be good, you and Uncle Mo are so fun together, a week will pass quickly, and on Thursday I will I'll come to accompany you."

Mo Cheng helped He Yanfeng get the handbag, and asked, "Can you come over on Thursday this week?"

He Yanfeng said: "Yeah, Lele is not at home. I happened to be on a business trip. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. My business trip this time is to finalize the backdoor listing. It is estimated that your stock will be sold on Monday and Tuesday." Trading is suspended, don’t sell it.”

Mo Cheng's sorrow of parting was dispelled by this exciting news, and he couldn't help saying excitedly: "Really? Are you going to suspend trading?"

He Yanfeng smiled and said: "Yes, according to what my subordinate said, you don't need to look at the stocks during the trading suspension, and you don't need to look at the stocks after the trading suspension. Stocks are marked up every day. What else are you looking at?"

The word "stock painting" that He Yanfeng said means that the daily limit is directly sealed when the stock is opened, and there are buying orders but no selling orders. Because they are extremely optimistic, this situation of sealing the daily limit at the opening of the market will last for a period of time. There will be such a trend.

Mo Cheng happily took La Lele's hand and said, "Okay, okay, your father has gone to earn money for us, let him go, see you on Thursday."