The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

At night, Rong Mansion.

After Mu Changying washed up, she was wearing a white silk pajamas.

She was lying on her side on a bed of moderate hardness, her pajamas were slightly lifted up, revealing her long legs that were as white as jade.

The skin is delicate, white and tender, and people can't take their eyes off it.

In vain and tender, I can't wait to do it myself, pinch it, and see how it feels.

Mu Changying supported her chin with one hand, and quietly looked at the man sitting beside him working.

Under the warm-toned lighting, the hostility on his body dissipated a lot.

The sharp-edged face has a bit of softness, if outsiders see it, their jaws will drop to the ground in surprise.

"Yingbao." Rong Liyuan put down the processed documents in his hand.

Wearing a black nightgown, he lazily fell asleep and lay beside her.

Stretching out his hand, he took a handful of her hair and gently played with it in his hand. The fine hair was wrapped around his fingers.

He raised his hand, put it on the tip of his nose, sniffed, and smelled the fragrance still remaining on the hair.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Changying patted away the hand that was playing with her hair, turned around, and looked at her.

Rong Liyuan's deep pupils flickered coldly, "Who is that woman at the hospital gate today?"

I always feel that there is something wrong with the way that woman looks at Yingbao.

Really, facing this kind of gaze, he really wanted to gouge out the other person's eyeballs.

"Oh?" Mu Changying dragged her chin with a smile in her eyes.

She hooked her tender lips, and said in a delicate voice, "Why, did A Yuan fall in love with the other party?"

Looking at the delicate little face in front of him, a low-pitched smile overflowed from Rong Liyuan's throat.

He stretched out his arms, wrapped around her slender waist, and pulled her into his arms.

He clasped her waist forcefully, "It's enough to have you alone, how dare you spy on people outside?"

Those cats and dogs outside are not even comparable to Ying Bao's finger.

Mu Changying buried her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

She muttered and nodded seriously, "Well, think about it, what A Yuan said is indeed good."

She is so beautiful, how could Ah Yuan take a fancy to the wild flowers and weeds outside?

"Heh..." Rong Liyuan chuckled and buried his head in her neck.

With a chuckle, hot breath sprayed on her neck.

It was hot and itchy, her provocative heart beat faster, and her white and tender face was stained red.

After a while, Mu Changying said calmly, "It's just a new doctor in the hospital, don't worry about it."

Rong Liyuan's arms around her waist increased slightly, "Okay."

The dark glow in the pupils became more and more intense, like a tide rushing madly.

It is unfathomable and cannot be pryed into. Looking at each other, it seems like falling into an abyss.

Rong Liyuan, "It's really irrelevant, it's not worth caring about."

Now, there were more things to worry about than that doctor.

After speaking, he turned off the lights in the bedroom, and the room was dark.

Mu Changying was hugged by Rong Liyuan, and she could clearly feel the heartbeat between each other, as well as his increasingly heavy breathing.

"A Yuan~" Her little face blushed, and her little head gently rubbed against his chest.

Rong Liyuan raised his hand and rubbed her little head, "Ying Bao, be good."

His voice was hoarse and heavy, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

The gentle body was hugged in his arms, and the string of reason was finally broken.

The moonlight outside the house is bright and the stars are twinkling, and the mandarin ducks in the house are neck-to-neck and turned red.