The Noble Lord Is So Fierce: Greeting Kiss, My Sweet Wife

"..."

Tong Jiumo blushed hard, and an inexplicable feeling surged deep in his heart.

"Mr. Mo, you are so inappropriate and inconsistent..."

Before she could finish her words, his kiss fell domineering and powerful.

She was taken aback, his mouth slightly opened, and he took advantage of the captain's tongue to enter, and was about to pry open her teeth.

Tong Jiumo's eyes widened, her pupils getting bigger and bigger, she immediately pressed her lips tightly, and beat indiscriminately with the small hands that resisted his firm chest.

Mo Qijue's eagle eyes stared at her for an instant, reaching out to clasp her wrist, with a hint of punishment.

He moved his big hand down to buckle her slender waist, and into his arms, the hot breath gushed down on her little face.

The two people were tightly attached to each other, and even if Tong Jiumo was stupid, he could feel the atmosphere is different, and even the air became suffocated.

She even felt that his clamor was terrible...

She was in a daze, but he took the opportunity to enter and clamped her rosy lips.

Tong Jiumo's heart trembled suddenly.

His domineering aura swept over her strongly, making her as if she had fallen into an abyss.

Her mind went blank for an instant. When his big hand went deep into the game, she suddenly opened her eyes and opened her mouth to bite his tongue fiercely.

"Ok……"

Mo Qijue snorted, his handsome face was dyed with a trace of anger, and he instantly felt the blood in his mouth.

Seeing him in a panic, Tong Jiumo quickly pushed him away, picked up the flowers on the side, and drew it on him. Seeing him stretch out her hand to hold the flower stem, she started kicking him again.

"What do you mean!"

Tong Jiumo was very angry and stared at him furiously, "Mr. Mo! Excuse me! I'm here to cook, not to give you special service!"

Tong Jiumo was very angry and had never met such a brazen man!

Mo Qijue’s eyes were frosty and cold, staring straight at her frustrated little face, with a deep voice, “I’m just trying to get my idea like in the subway? Woman, let me tell you, you It has successfully got my idea."

Tong Jiumo stared at him stiffly.

When she heard him say this, she was expressionless and let out a cold voice, "Mr. Mo, I think you have watched too much of an idol drama, right? It's okay to learn from other people's lines about second illness? Are you crazy?

This kind of lines, she often saw in idol dramas when she was a child, almost every overbearing president would say this to the heroine.

"You're a strong one, and it's so earthy..."

In Tong Jiumo's tone, he was very disgusted.

He was not wearing any clothes, and the light shone on his strong and perfect body.

Further down, it makes people blush.

"How dare you despise me? Do you know who I am?"

Mo Qijue's black eyes locked her angry face tightly and asked in a deep voice.

Tong Jiumo frowned, "Mr. Mo, I don't care who you are. Even if you are the king of heaven, you have no right to tease your sister at will! Who gives you the privilege!"

Mo Qijue raised his eyebrows, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and approached her step by step, "Do you want to catch it?"

Tong Jiumo glared at him, "Where is your confidence that I want to seduce you? Is it because of your status and status, or because of your physical appearance?"

Her words made him narrow his suspicious eyes.

This makes him feel full of freshness.

Who disobeyed and questioned him?

He is the dream of 900 million girls.

But she just didn't feel about him?