Chapter 311 Non-human

After dinner, the family left the Jinxiu International Hotel and returned home. When the three of them were eating, they had finished speaking. Murong Qiuwei still habitually lives according to her own life. Yang Mengmeng blushed and snickered from time to time. She took Murong Qingyun's hand and returned to their bedroom. Others may not know the little girl, but he is very clear about her thoughts.

Murong Qingyun can strongly feel the love fire spewing from Yang Mengmeng's eyes. He really sweated for himself. After all, he was about to go to the little girl to check the work related to his husband. Tonight, she has to report very hard and must satisfy the leader, otherwise she will definitely say endless miscellaneous words. He has been mentally prepared five times a night.

Half an hour later, Yang Mengmeng wore a plain skirt and walked out of the bathroom, which made Murong Qingyun really feel the water coming out of hibiscus and natural carving. The young couple haven't seen each other for months, and there must be a sense of separation better than a new marriage. The pure and natural appearance of the little girl really made him a little daze. I still love her current dress and appearance more than her previous jeweled appearance. He has always liked the pure and handsome appearance of the little girl.

Yang Mengmeng, who bit her lower lip, was very happy. I noticed Murong Qingyun's loving eyes. She suddenly got a little twisted, as if she had returned to the past. Slowly coming back to his mind, he got up and walked to her, revealing three points of badness and seven points of love in his smile. Yang Mengmeng suddenly lowered her head shyly and lost the courage to look directly into his eyes. Murong Qingyun's mouth was a little closer to her cheek, which made her hurriedly close her eyes and recall the taste of first love and wait for the sweet moment. Yang Mengmeng's heart is full of expectations and feels that it is really romantic at this moment.

"Now, I'm going to take a shower." After saying that, Murong Qingyun laughed and went straight into the bathroom.

Yang Mengmeng, who opened her eyes, obviously felt that she had been teased by him. She was shy and angrily across the door and scolded, "Damn it, go to hell!" If you don't wash your stinky meat, don't want to go to my sister's bed. Even if you climb on my sister's bed, you will be kicked down by my sister. You have to wash the shower gel three times, or you are ready to sleep on the ground!"

Murong Qingyun in the bathroom is already laughing. Yang Mengmeng, who had finished venting, turned around and went to get a hairdryer to blow her hair. She knows very well that he likes the feeling of his long hair, so she has never tried to go to a fashionable hairstyle. My black and shiny hair is long, soft, smooth, straight... without too much artificial decoration.

After blowing her hair, Yang Mengmeng gently put down the hair dryer and moved a few times before slowly climbing into bed. She leaned her back against the pillow, turned on the LCD TV with the TV remote control in her hand, chose a TV program she liked to watch, and then gently put the remote control beside her and combed her long hair on her chest with both hands.

Yang Mengmeng, who is sitting in **, is watching TV programs with his eyes, but his heart is distracted. No matter how wonderful the TV program is, it can't attract her interest. At this moment, she just wanted to be hugged tightly by Murong Qingyun and let herself feel his warmth and love. She knew that she had loved him so much that she could not be saved. The little girl who had moved in her mind, her heart slowly accelerated, and her little face was slightly hot, full of expectation that he would be good to herself.

Murong Qingyun, who took a serious shower, walked out of the bathroom humming. I was not in a hurry at all. My eyes had already seen her sitting in **, and the delicate appearance revealed in her expression. He picked up the hairdryer and continued to entertain himself. His eyes seemed to be erratic, but he observed the little girl's every move very carefully.

Yang Mengmeng's heart beat faster, and the blood kept rushing to her face. I have begun to feel a little angry. I picked up the remote control next to me and kept changing the console. She has been experienced, so she clearly knows what will happen to her after Murong Qingyun goes to bed. Although the two have had N times of fighting side by side, the little girl still feels a little shy.

Murong Qingyun, who dried his hair, was still not in a hurry to go to bed and began to prepare for exercise in a planned way. Yang Mengmeng, who was sitting in **, was really a little anxious. She couldn't wait to throw him on **, and then there was a reverse push. However, she is a real lady, so she can't do such frivolous behavior. The little girl can only sit quietly ** and wait patiently.

Murong Qingyun, who felt the same, deliberately yawned several times and touched the bed slowly. He lay down and slept without saying anything. Yang Mengmeng was really anxious to see him like this. He hurriedly turned off the TV and beat him with both hands. Although it is difficult to say clearly on her mouth, it means to convey it clearly.

Murong Qingyun pretended to be innocent, got up again, leaned his back on the pillow and said, "Do you want to do that? I have to go to work tomorrow. I'm a poor person exploited by my mother, a capitalist.

"I want you to talk and chat with others." Yang Mengmeng's hands slowly touched her long hair on her chest.

"It's good to go to bed early and get up early." Murong Qingyun deliberately yawned again and said, "Let's talk about it again."

"No, no, no..." Yang Mengmeng's little girl's temper suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart. She pushed him with both hands and shook her head vigorously and said, "We haven't seen each other for months. You are a dead conscienceless guy. Don't you think about others at all?"

"I think I can dream of you in everything I dream of, so you send kindness to let me dream of you earlier." Murong Qingyun smiled and said, "By the way, in your days in the capital, I have been uneasy every day. I have always been worried about your personal safety for fear that you will be cheated by a strange uncle with a lollipop."

Yang Mengmeng gave him two times with his beautiful little face, and then snuggled under his arms, wrapped his hands tightly around his waist, and smiled, "Although you are not talking about human words, you still have a trace of conscience."

Similarly, Murong Qingyun hugged her tightly and joked, "Since I'm not talking about human words, you can understand it. It shows that you are also non-human. Let the poor road take a good look at who you are?"