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Mo Yancheng's hand was cold, but with a magical power, it ignited every inch of Mo He's skin, causing him to tremble slightly.

Struggling to free the wrist that was firmly imprisoned above the head, Mo He panted slightly, and said angrily: "IQ has not improved, but my strength has increased a lot."

Mo Yancheng's hand lingering around his waist didn't stop at all, he raised his head and grinned triumphantly: "That's right, I won't let go for a day, just because I'm afraid I won't be able to restrain you."

"Let go, I'm very busy, I don't have time to talk to you here!" Mo He twisted his waist and struggled harder.

"That's not talkative, let's take some action." Mo Yancheng said, chuckled twice, and slipped his left hand in along the seam of Mo He's trousers, instantly causing Mo He to tremble.

Mo He turned his body sideways with difficulty, bowed his waist, trying to avoid Mo Yancheng's hand, but Mo Yancheng was relentless, using force with his hand, instantly disintegrating Mo He's intention, Mo He turned his head and stared at him in embarrassment :"you give me..."

Mo Yancheng didn't intend to be polite to the lips that were offered to him. He opened his mouth and gnawed on it without hesitation. This time, he couldn't control the force well, and Mo He frowned in pain from the bite. The gap between the lips of the two of them seemed to have stimulated Mo Yancheng, and Mo He could clearly feel the changes in his body.

This feeling of being suppressed by others is very uncomfortable. Mo He's anger deepened, and he kicked backwards fiercely on Mo Yancheng's leg, but it was obviously not strong enough and it didn't have any effect. He turned Turning his head back, gritting his teeth, he said forcefully, "Mo Yancheng, what situation do you want to push me into?"

Mo Yancheng's body froze, his raging hand stopped, and the hand that was clamping Mo He's wrist was subconsciously released. Mo He retracted his hand immediately, pulled his left hand out of his trousers, and then turned over and sat down. He leaned over his body, crossed his arms against his throat, squinted his eyes, and said coldly: "Mo Yancheng, I really don't want to continue to quarrel with you. Mr. Mo arranged for you to come here, and I will be responsible for teaching the teacher what should be taught. You, but I'm not responsible. Either you respect yourself, or I resign."

Mo Yancheng remained motionless, despite the strength of Mo He's hands, he just stared straight into Mo He's eyes, and then laughed: "Ahe, if I don't force you, you will really push me away It's far away."

"There should be a distance between us." Mo He looked back at Mo Yancheng, his eyes were determined.

"You said it wasn't my fault."

"I did, but can you get rid of it?"

"I... can't tell." Mo Yancheng's eyes dimmed, and he murmured, and then he stretched out his hand to hold Mo He's hand tightly, "I've already paid back the money with interest, and it's all because of me." I earn a share, and I can only pay back the rest by myself.”

"Heh," Mo He sneered, "You pay it back? How can you pay it back? Please me? Make me feel better? Mo Yancheng, can you be careful and let me go?"

"No! I'm not pleasing you, I like you, I love you, I just want to have sex with you!" Mo Yancheng growled with his neck stuck.

"But I don't want to!" Mo He couldn't help shouting.

As soon as the words fell, a loud cry came from the bedroom, Mo He and Mo Yancheng were startled at the same time, Mo He quickly got up from Mo Yancheng, and rushed to the bedroom, Mo Yancheng wiped his face speechlessly, turned over and stood up , also walked into the bedroom.

"What's wrong with her?" Mo Yancheng asked with a frown as he watched Mo He carefully pick up Xiaomei.

Mo He glanced at Mo Yancheng who was leaning against the door, lightly patted Xiaomei on the back, and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, Uncle Mo, call Dad, okay?"

Turning to Mo Yancheng, he said, "Children are like this just after waking up, so you bring my phone in."

Mo Yancheng responded, returned to the living room, found the mobile phone from Mo He's briefcase, walked into the bedroom again, and was about to hand the mobile phone to Mo He, seeing that he didn't have any spare hands to take it, he said: "What's your password, I'll call Qishi."

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and Mo Yancheng opened the door to welcome Qi Shi in.

Qi Shi was still carrying the huge incubator on his back, and he obviously rushed over on the way to deliver the food. Mo Yancheng grabbed him and motioned him to put the box down first. Putting the box on the ground, took the paper towel handed over by Mo Yancheng and wiped off his sweat, breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged the teary-eyed and sobbing Xiaomei from Mohe's hand.

"As expected of a dear father, the effect is excellent once you get started!" Mo Yancheng said with a smile.

"That's right, Xiaomei can hear my footsteps!" Qi Shi proudly raised his head, gently wiped away the tears on Xiaomei's face with a tissue, and looked at Mohe suspiciously, "Xiaomei Usually one can sleep for a long time, did you wake her up by teasing her while she was sleeping?"

Mo He remembered that it was his roar that woke Xiaomei up, and he showed embarrassment, cleared his cough, looked at Qishi's incubator, changed the subject, and said, "It's already time, and there are still meals to be delivered?"

"No, when Yan Cheng called, I had just delivered the last order." Qi Shi said.

"Then come in and sit down for a while, I'll pour you a glass of water." After saying that, Mo He turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Qi Shi remembered something, and shouted: "Hey, by the way, help me make a cup of milk for Xiaomei, Uncle Mo."

Mo He turned his head, smiled lightly and said, "Okay, talk carefully, you 'Uncle Mo' made me a little... frightened."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Mo Yancheng on the side couldn't help laughing.

Qi Shi walked into the living room with Xiaomei in his arms, sat on the sofa, turned Xiaomei to Mo Yancheng, raised her little hand, waved to Mo Yancheng, and said softly: "Oh~ this is also Uncle Mo, Xiaomei There are two 'mo' uncles!"

Mo Yancheng reached out to hold Xiaomei's hand, shaking it up and down: "Hello Xiaomei, Xiaomei is so beautiful!"

While Mo He was making milk, Qi Shi leaned over, lowered his voice, and said to Mo Yancheng, "How are you two doing? It looks like you've reconciled as before?"

Mo Yancheng smiled bitterly: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, Uncle Mo still needs to work hard."

"Ah? Is that so?" Qi Shi sighed, "We don't know much about what happened between the two of you. After so many years of entanglement, can I define a 'bad fate'?"

"No, please don't," Mo Yancheng said hastily, "Can't you spit out something good from your mouth?"

"Haha, I'm sorry. By the way, you disappeared in front of us for ten years. I just got a call from you and I almost crashed my car!" Qi Shi exaggeratedly opened his eyes and said, "It's been so many years, it's a great job to see you people."

"If you don't see a living person, do you still want to see a dead person?" Mo Yancheng rolled his eyes and said helplessly.

Qi Shi rubbed his nose with a smirk: "I'm not too excited to see you, the wording is inappropriate, the wording is inappropriate."

Seeing Mo He who appeared with a feeding bottle, Xiao Mei stretched out her hand to him "babbling". Mo He quickly handed the feeding bottle to her, but she took the feeding bottle with one hand and stuffed it into her mouth, while the other hand was still pointing at Mo He. He waved it, still saying "hmmmmhhhhh".

"What does she mean by that?" Mo Yancheng asked with a funny look at Xiaomei and then at Mohe who didn't know why.

Qi Shi simply held Xiaomei's armpit and sent her into Mohe's arms, saying: "I just want to be hugged by the monitor, alas, as expected of the monitor, this appearance and temperament are pleasing to the eyes of children. "

Mo He was a little speechless, but still hugged Xiao Mei, sat on the sofa, let Xiao Mei sit on his lap, and helped her hold the feeding bottle with one hand, with a gentle smile on his face.

This kind of Mo He looked at Mo Yancheng's eyes, withdrew the thorns all over his body, and with his unique temperament, he seemed to tease Mo Yancheng's heart up and down, making him relax and lie on his back. Comfort in clear water.

After Qi Shi left with Xiaomei, Mo He looked impatiently at Mo Yancheng who was lying on his sofa, and said: "It's past ten o'clock, I'm going to sleep, you go back to your house."

Mo Yancheng said "Oh", slowly got up from the sofa, and walked slowly towards the door. Mo He was holding a glass of water, watching him move a little bit with a calm expression, when Mo Yancheng When passing by, he hugged Mo He's waist suddenly, causing the cup in his hand to shake in fright. Fortunately, the water was almost drunk, otherwise he would definitely spill all over his body.

"What kind of demon are you going to do again?" Mo He asked with a sullen face, gritted his teeth.

"No," Mo Yancheng gritted his teeth, and "tweeted" heavily on Mo He's forehead, "I just want a goodnight kiss."

Mo He pushed him away, kicked him hard on the knee, this kick was much easier than before, and the force was natural, Mo Yancheng was kicked staggeringly, almost fell to his knees on the ground, after he stood still, He shrugged indifferently, said "good night", and finally went back to his home.

Thinking about meeting Mo Yancheng in the future, Mo He felt very tired.

"When are you going to follow me?" Mo He opened the door of the lounge and was about to step in. He paused, turned around and asked Mo Yancheng, who was obviously planning to follow in, "Now is the rest time, you can find out by yourself." place to stay.”

Mo Yancheng had no intention of walking away, and said righteously: "I am your 'personal' assistant, of course I will serve you personally! I will never allow myself to neglect my duties!"

"This is a company, can you be a little bit upright?" Mo He had a headache.

Seeing Mo He's tired face, Mo Yancheng sighed, turned around, walked to the sofa and sat down, and said to Mo He, "Go to sleep, I won't go in."

Mo He took a deep look at him, walked into the lounge and closed the door, lay on the bed but couldn't sleep, tossed and turned agitatedly, and finally decided to find a time to meet Mo Chengcheng and speak clearly.

After tossing and turning for more than an hour, Mo He walked out of the lounge. To his surprise, he saw Mo Wentao and Mo Yancheng each occupying a corner of the sofa, looking at each other coldly, and the air was full of the smell of gunpowder.