Chapter 19 Can't afford to hurt

Yang Mengmeng, who frowned, read the latest short message sent to Murong Qingyun by Bai Bing, and then checked the inbox and the sent short message. Only then did Murong Qingyun realize that he forgot to empty the short messages in his mobile phone and committed the small negligence of many men. He looked forward to Bai Bing's never sending it to himself, such as whether her breasts are good-looking or not, do you want to touch them... If she really sent that kind of message, Murong Qingyun was afraid that Yang Mengmeng would rush into the balcony and carry a kitchen knife to the opposite side to play with her. He was timid, staring at Yang Mengmeng's expression and reaction, afraid that she would be impulsive.

After the examination, Yang Mengmeng was in a good mood. After all, she did not find that the two had abnormal communication and sensed that her man had perfunctory signs of each other. Bai Bing sent many messages, and Murong Qingyun dealt with one message, and the number of words was quite small. The only thing that upset Yang Mengmeng was that she lived opposite them.

Yang Mengmeng, who put his mobile phone on the computer table again, returned to Murong Qingyun's side and sat down and praised, "It seems that you really didn't deceive me."

Murong Qingyun, who was hanging in his heart, slowly put his heart down. Knowing that the content of Bai Bing's short message was not **, he cleared his voice and said, "I'd rather be responsible for the world than you."

Yang Mengmeng, who was coaxed by Murong Qingyun, hooked his neck with both hands and said delicately, "They are wrong about you!" The slave family apologizes to you.

Murong Qingyun, who stretched out his right hand, scraped Yang Mengmeng's small nose and said with a bad smile, "Don't just say it, there is no action!" I don't like what you say, but I like..."

Before he finished speaking, Murong Qingyun used the long-lost milk dragon claw hand. With lightning, he successfully held Yang Mengmeng's crisp breasts in the palm of his hand. Yang Mengmeng was shocked first. He broke Murong Qingyun's hands hard, quickly jumped off the edge of the bed, ran to the bookshelf, turned around and leaned his back against it. His hands were folded on his chest, and his little face blushed and looked very beautiful.

"**, rude...**, rude..." Yang Mengmeng smiled delicately and said, "Honey, do you know that all evil ** is the leader?"

"Ha ha... I'm evil. Today, I will** you." Murong Qingyun stood up, squeezed his eyebrows, and his expression was a little evil, with a lot of smiles.

He rushed to Yang Mengmeng, and she wanted to dodge. After all, the place was a little narrow, and it was easy for him to win. Murong Qingyun hugged Yang Mengmeng in both hands and continued to laugh, "You can't escape from my five-finger mountain or follow me. I promise you to eat delicious food, drink spicy food, wear silk and satin, and enjoy glory and wealth. Haha..."

Yang Mengmeng struggled hard and pretended to beg, "Uncle, just let the slave!"

"How can I let you go? If you want to complain, you can only blame your parents for giving birth to you so beautifully. Murong Qingyun laughed.

"Well, since this is my life, the slave family can only follow you, a pervert!" Yang Mengmeng drew a circle on Murong Qingyun's chest and pretended to sob, "In the future, you have to be nice to others!" When doing that, you should be gentle. After all, the slave family is a big daughter of Huanghua.

Murong Qingyun, who was already very happy, covered his stomach, smiled and retreated to the edge of the bed and sat down intermittently, "You are simply aggrieved talent to learn broadcasting and hosting... You should learn acting... You are so good."

Yang Mengmeng, who was tidying up her long hair and clothes, raised her eyebrows and said, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. I'm an honest person. I've always been telling the truth. Murong Qingyun stopped laughing and touched his chin and said, "For more than two months, I don't know if your bed-play level is progressing or regression? Let's try it now. Practice is the only criterion for testing truth!"

"People know you are a bad person. Don't..." Yang Mengmeng took a bite and shook her head.

"Good, obedient. Come and wait for your husband to change his clothes and go to bed. Murong Qingyun said happily.

Yang Mengmeng turned her hands back, bit her lower lip, and slowly walked to Murong Qingyun. He took off his clothes and trousers in a hurry and climbed into bed naked to wait for her.

Yang Mengmeng, who was not in a hurry, walked around the bed, walked back and forth, blinking and said, "Isn't it too early now? The sun hasn't completely gone down the mountain yet. People think we'd better take a shower.

The fire has burned all over the body, and the insects are on the brain. Murong Qingyun secretly scolded the word "rely". Whether Yang Mengmeng was willing or not, he would do it first. He quickly touched her from the bed, picked her up and threw it at **, jumped up, quickly reached into the bottom of her skirt with his right hand, pulled her pink silk trousers, and smoothly retreated to her knees. Just as he was about to move eastward, the phone rang on his mobile phone. At the critical moment, Tianwang Laozi still didn't answer the phone call.

Yang Mengmeng's breathing slowly began to be short, and her chest was quite regular. Murong Qingyun, who pretended not to hear the sound of the mobile phone, couldn't help kissing her, then took a gun and went straight to Huanglong. Under his body began to shrugly, and his hands rubbed on her chest through the pure cotton material.

Half closed and half open, Yang Mengmeng's eyes were full of confusion. She felt that her cheeks had become hot, and the temperature of her body began to rise. She grabbed the two corners of the pillow with both hands and made a slight moan in her mouth. Murong Qingyun, who was not idle, kissed her forehead, cheeks, mouth, jaw, neck... without leaving dead corners, and moved his hands down to her waist, making her more powerful**.

The ringtone of the mobile phone rings over and over again, and Yang Mengmeng's coquettish voice is getting louder and louder with its beat. Although there was 22 degrees of cold air in the room, their bodies oozed out of sweat at the same time. The bottom of her skirt is even more wet. One is singing loudly, while the other is whispering. Finally, in a long roar, the two ended the battle. Driven by a heat current, Murong Qingyun's lower abdomen thrombled uncontrollably.

Murong Qingyun, who was sweaty, turned down from Yang Mengmeng's body and lay flat on **, feeling a trace of sweet saliva in his mouth, recalling the previous wonderful enjoyment. Yang Mengmeng's eyes were still a little blurred, with clear tears in her eyes, pillowing on his arm, holding his waist with one hand and gently touching his chest with the other hand. The happy and sweet feeling was completely written on her face. Warm after the event is a favorite thing for women. The warm attraction will even far exceed the feeling of doing it.

With the loss of time and the return of her mind, Yang Mengmeng began to notice the feeling of wetness somewhere in her body. She got up and took off her underwear that had not completely retreated, then took off her pink waisted princess dress, took off her pink silk lace bra, and trotted to the bathroom to wash it. Murong Qingyun, with his back on the pillow, smoked like most men.

For about ten minutes, Yang Mengmeng walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. After drying her body, she put on a pure cotton nightdress with a cartoon pattern and returned to him with Murong Qingyun's mobile phone.

Yang Mengmeng handed her mobile phone to Murong Qingyun's hand and complained a little, "Look, who made the phone call like a life-threatening one after another."

Murong Qingyun, who took over the mobile phone, clicked on the mobile phone and found that the first five phones were made by Bai Bing. He didn't care about her for the time being. After all, Yang Mengmeng was still by his side and didn't want to cause trouble and nagging. The last two phone calls were called by Sister Qiu Wei, and she definitely needed to reply, so he chose Sister Qiu Wei's phone number and played it back.

"Dead thing, what did you just do? I called you twice, but no one answered. Murong Qiuwei complained.

"Just now, I was very busy. I'm making grandchildren for you." Murong Qingyun blurted out.

Yang Mengmeng, who listened to Yuyin, immediately became nervous, drew with his hand to avoid him talking nonsense, and then opened his mouth and bit Murong Qingyun's shoulder. Murong Qingyun immediately said 'ah'.

"Dead child, what's wrong with you? How can it be called like killing a pig? Murong Qiuwei said with concern.

"I was bitten by a puppy just now." Murong Qingyun explained.

Hearing Murong Qingyun say that she was a puppy, Yang Mengmeng greeted him repeatedly.

"It's not dark yet. You're a little too anxious!" Murong Qiuwei laughed.

Yang Mengmeng put her ear on the back of the phone, and Murong Qingyun responded, "I didn't want you to have a grandson earlier, did I? You have something to say. If it's okay, I'll hang up. I'm still busy!"

Yang Mengmeng glanced at Murong Qingyun and began to twist the meat on his thigh.

"You unfilial son, if you have a daughter-in-law, you will forget my mother." Murong Qiuwei laughed and scolded.

"How come? I'm not working hard for you." Murong Qingyun retorted.

"It doesn't matter if your skin is thick and thick, but Mengmeng's thin skin and tender meat can't afford to hurt. You should be gentle with her and don't hurt her. Murong Qiuwei urged.

"You just put your heart out, and I know how to deal with this kind of thing. It's not the first time for her and me." Murong Qingyun nodded.

"Oc, that's it!" After Murong Qiuwei finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Murong Qingyun, who had just put down his mobile phone, was immediately asked by Yang Mengmeng with a red face: "Qiu Wei's mother knows that the two of us have..."

"Oh, don't worry. Sister Qiu Wei is very enlightened and won't mind this kind of thing. She won't tell your mother. She also told me to be gentle with you. Murong Qingyun replied.

"It's better than Qiu Wei's mother." Yang Mengmeng put her hands together and said happily.