Chapter 642 Do You Want to Starve Me to Death?

Qiao Mianmian's heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.

This man, Mo Yesi... was teasing her again.

But every time, she couldn't stand the flirtation. When he flirted casually, her heart stopped listening to her.

Sometimes it beats very slowly, sometimes it beats very fast, and sometimes it doesn't seem to be beating at all.

She is really worthless to be seduced by her husband like this.

But, is Mo Yesi an ordinary man?

There is a husband who is so handsome and is very good at flirting, no one can resist him.

"Ahem, okay, no more joking. The film and television city is not far from Yuncheng. I promise you, as soon as I have time, I will come back to see you, okay?" In fact, Qiao Mianmian couldn't bear to leave for so long.

The two of them were at the peak of their relationship. At this time, no one could bear to be separated for so long.

But love is important, and career is equally important.

In fact, Qiao Mianmian was very stressed after marrying Mo Yesi.

The pressure is much greater than when she was single.

This pressure did not come from finances, but from the gap between her and Mo Yesi.

The better he is, the more pressure she gets.

She will feel that she is not worthy of such an excellent him.

Therefore, she hopes to make some achievements as soon as possible, even if those achievements are not worth mentioning in front of him, at least she can see that she is making progress.

She also wanted to earn a sum of money through her own efforts that would give her a sense of security.

The girl's soft white and tender arms were hung around his neck, her dark and moist eyes looked at him softly, and her voice was delicate and soft.

Facing her like this, Mo Yesi couldn't say the word "bad".

Although he was dissatisfied, he sighed and nodded: "Okay."

"I knew you were the best."

Qiao Mianmian took advantage of the victory to pursue her, stood on tiptoes, raised her head and kissed him on the lips.

He gave her a gentle peck, and just as he was about to pull away, Mo Yesi held her waist and pressed her towards him, lowered his head and kissed her hard and hard.

"Well……"

Qiao Mianmian struggled for a moment and said in a broken voice: "Mo Yesi, I, I still need to pack my luggage."

"Don't worry about it. I'll clean it up for you later." The man's voice became hoarse, and the arm tightly attached to her waist became increasingly hot. He pinched her chin and kissed her deeply.

"No...I, I want to go to bed early tonight..."

"It's only seven o'clock now. You go to bed at ten o'clock and have another hour to pack your luggage. We still have two hours..."

"But, but...well..." Her lips were blocked again.

"Baby, you will be leaving tomorrow for several months. You don't even want to feed your husband properly before you leave. Do you want to starve me to death?"

"I……"

"Shh, honey, we don't have much time, let's not waste it on meaningless conversations."

The man picked her up horizontally and carried her out of the cloakroom.

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Mo Yesi didn't waste a single minute of the agreed two hours.

From the moment Qiao Mianmian was put on the big black bed, her screams continued for two hours.

By the end of the last time, her voice was hoarse.

His body was soaked with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

She had no strength at all.

As if she had been drained of blood by the fox demon, she stayed motionless in the bathtub and allowed Mo Yesi to clean her body.

After Mo Yesi finished bathing her, wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her back to bed, she was so tired that she closed her eyes and fell asleep soon after.