"Piggy has been waiting for his mother to come back. He remembers his mother saying that he can't open the door to anyone before she comes back, even his neighbors..."

"After a while, if there was a knock at the door, the little pig asked if it was his mother. It was quiet outside the door for a while, and then a strange voice learned that it was me, I was your mother..."

Xia Zhian was sitting by the bed of mojintang with a story book in her hand. Two "hungry" little guys listened attentively to her story and raised some small questions with childlike innocence from time to time, which made her laugh and cry.

After Mo Qingchen returned to the room, the hot and boring situation did not ease a little. He couldn't help but think of the picture of Xia Zhian wearing pajamas, and even make up for her video with the young boy. Damn it!

Mo Qingchen scolded, thought, and left the room.

Did the woman go to put the child to bed? With doubt, Mo Qingchen walked gently to the children's room.

The door was not closed, and a glimmer of light appeared from inside, reading aloud with a very low female voice.

Mo Qingchen walked to the door and saw such a picture. He vaguely felt that the mother of Mo Jinnian and Mo Jintang should not be a woman like sun Mingzhu, but a woman like Xia Zhian.

As soon as this idea came into being, even he was startled, and then he thought with a smile, how is it possible? This is really a arabian night.

He leaned against the door and listened quietly. He gradually felt that the feeling of dryness and heat seemed to be relieved.

"Later? Did the little pig open the door?" the crisp child voice of ink brocade candy asked, "does he know it's not his mother outside the door?"

Xia Zhian seemed to smile, then pinched the tip of Mo Jin Tang's nose and said mysteriously: "well... Well, it can't be revealed until tomorrow. Today's story has been told. Should Tangtang close his eyes?"

Mo Qingchen chuckled. This woman is really tempting. Just when he thought that Mo Jintang would never buy it and must chase her, the little girl unexpectedly behaved unexpectedly obediently.

"All right," said Mo Jintang. She obediently closed her eyes. "Then you must tell me tomorrow, aunt, good night."

Xia Zhian gently patted the thin quilt on her belly and said, "good night, Tangtang, go to sleep. Aunt, wait until you fall asleep."

In the darkness, there was only the sound of Xia Zhian patting the quilt and the even breathing sound of the two children. After a while, Xia Zhian felt that the two people should have almost fallen asleep, which helped them cover the quilt and exit the bedroom gently.

Xia Zhian was very careful when she closed the door. She was afraid that the noise would wake the little guy up. The light in the corridor didn't turn on. With the door closed, the last faint light disappeared.

As soon as she was ready to go to her room, Xia Zhian turned around and felt that she was involuntarily backed by a force and leaned against the wall!

"Ah -" a cry held in her throat was covered before Xia Zhian could send it out.

Her heart is like a drum. Even if the Mohist school is not heavily guarded, it can't be any small thieves who can break into the villa. Xia Zhian is in doubt. She hears the other party's voice lowered and says, "don't shout, it's me..."

Shit, it's him!

Is this man sick? Do you know what is scary and frightening? Today hasn't passed yet. Xia Zhian didn't expect that she was knocked twice by Mo Qingchen's wall in just one day. What is he going to do?

The man let go of his hand covering his mouth. Xia Zhian learned from her and asked in a low voice with a trembling voice: "Mr. Mo, what are you doing?"

Mo Qingchen didn't know why he suddenly made such a move. Just now the dissipated irritability jumped out again. This night, it was endless again and again!

"I warn you, don't walk in front of me in your pajamas at night. It's not like words! Do you know what etiquette, righteousness and shame are?"

"I just forgot. I didn't expect you to..."

"Are you still sophistry?" Mo Qingchen's voice became colder. Did he think he was discussing with her? He said, "this is an order."

Xia Zhian unconsciously swallowed her saliva. It was too close. The two people were too close. In the dark, even the fluctuation of each other's chest and the warm breath were unusually clear. Xia Zhian felt very speechless. Whether it was a warning or an order, couldn't they talk well? Why so close?

Doesn't this man hate people touching him very much? Don't he hate it now?

Despite the many tucks in his heart, Xia Zhi an was very good tempered and said, "yes, Mr. Mo, I promise I will never make complaints about it again."

For Xia Zhian's answer, Mo Qingchen had nothing to say, only a cold "hum", which was a response.

"That..." they still kept the wall Dong posture. Xia Zhian said nervously, "Mr. Mo, since there's nothing wrong, I'll go back to my room first!"

With that, Xia Zhian stooped and leaned, slipped out of the gap between Mo Qingchen's arm and the wall, and then went to her room in the dark. It was too dark. She walked very carefully.

When the sound of the door closing came, Mo Qingchen reflected what had happened.

Why on earth, his body is out of control tonight. A burst of dry and hot feeling hasn't appeared for a long time. Mo Qingchen feels very abnormal. He rarely has such a time.

It is estimated that he can't sleep immediately after entering the room. Thinking of this, Mo Qingchen decided to find some wine in the wine cellar to help him sleep.

There is a wine cellar under the Mohist villa, which contains most of Mo Qingchen's wine collection. At this time, it is summer, and some wine is frozen there at any time, so that he can drink it at any time.

There is a small bar in the wine cellar. It's not convenient to call people at this time. Mo Qingchen acts as a bartender and tastes it as a guest. Fortunately, he doesn't want to play tricks. He takes a bottle of ice wine, opens it and pours himself a glass.

It was just to help sleep, but the cold liquid slid down his throat into his stomach. It made people feel very comfortable in this weather. While thinking about things, he unknowingly killed two whole bottles.

Mo Qingchen didn't plan to drive again. He thought he should go back to his room and have a rest.

The strength of the wine was very strong. When he stumbled up the stairs, he made trouble at the two almost identical doors on the left and right.

"Which one is mine?" murmured Mo Qingchen. If he were sober at the moment, he might find the difference between the two doors.

Mo Qingchen gave up and entered a room casually. After climbing into bed, he found that there was something on the bed. It seemed to be a pillow, soft, slippery and comfortable. He tightened his arms and gradually fell asleep

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