Chapter 137 [Fantasy]

137

Following the angry Mo Qianni all the way up to the third floor of the apartment, they came to a green safe door. Mo Qianni took the key to open the door and said, "You are the first man to enter the door here. , you can thank your ancestors for eight lifetimes, it's cheap for you!"

"If I knew my ancestors, I would definitely go to thank them." Yang Chen curled his lips and said, isn't that right, he doesn't know who his parents are.

Taking off his shoes, and walking into the one-bedroom apartment that Mo Qianni rented alone, Yang Chen smelled a fragrant light lemon fragrance.

As soon as the lights were turned on, the furnishings in the room came into view, simple moon-white sand, a wall-mounted silver-gray 42-inch TV, and a pot of narcissus on the glass coffee table. The floor-to-ceiling windows are covered with light gray tassel curtains, and a refrigerator stands near the kitchen. It is worth noting that there are countless post-it notes posted on the door of the refrigerator, which should be used to remind certain things.

The pots and pans in the kitchen are very complete, and various condiments are scattered around. There are many types of hot sauce alone, and the flowers and greens are very eye-catching.

The layout of the whole house is very simple, but it doesn't look empty, because there are too many miscellaneous things scattered in every corner.

The most things are all kinds of paper documents, which are thrown everywhere like Tiannv scattered flowers, and various fashion weekly magazines, newspapers and brochures, which are placed on tables, chairs, Sand, the floor.

Yang Chen's first impression is that life is simple, he often cooks, works hard, and doesn't care about details. This is in line with the intuitive feeling Mo Qianni gave him. Jiuchongtian's strongest abandoned young master Zhou's royal family will kill the gods at night to seek the throne of the gods The god-making general night kills the gods and seals the throne of the gods, seeks the devil, proud of the world, the ninth heaven, the strongest abandoned young man, the royal family of Zhou.

Mo Qianni's face was slightly red, and she also realized that there was something messy in the room, so she covered up and walked to the refrigerator, took out mineral water from it and poured Yang Chen a glass, and said, "I live alone, and there are no guests anyway. , not too tidy, but nothing dirty."

Yang Chen naturally wouldn't pay much attention to this, he pointed to the sand and said, "I'll sleep here tonight, I think the sand is big enough."

"That's fine. I wanted to make you a floor bed. I'll get you a quilt later. It's very cold here at night." Mo Qianni nodded, turned and walked into the bedroom.

Yang Chen yawned, seeing a lot of magazines scattered on the sofa, he walked over and bent over to remove these magazines, so that he could sleep comfortably.

But just as he took away an autumn clothing magazine, a small black thing suddenly appeared under Yang Chen's eyelids...

If you read it correctly, this is a feminine inner kù with black lace pattern and tulle design, which makes the small kùkù look transparent, and the k-style style makes the middle part of the inner kù look extra thin Long, like a thin ribbon, wrapping around the back tún.

Yang Chen swallowed, and the image of Mo Qianni's beautiful upturned butt being wrapped in this underwear appeared in his mind... Oh no, this underwear can't cover it at all! The two white and tender tún petals will drown that poor little ribbon!

Girls wear such underwear, definitely not to protect certain parts of themselves, but purely to seduce men to look at certain parts of themselves.

Women are contradictory creatures, their underwear is like the secrets in their hearts, they are well hidden, but they long to be seen by men...

There is no doubt that Mo Qianni is a single beautiful Taobao women's clothing Tmall Taobao mall Taobao women's winter clothing jacket mnvxìng, and in the eyes of many people, she is a strong woman who is strict with herself and does not tolerate profanity. She has never heard of her having a boyfriend , or have an affair with a certain man, many employees in the company even think that this charming female boss is a different woman, and they don't like men who make gods. But she chose to buy and wear such underwear, and some potential emotions contained in it must be her secret.

In order not to be too embarrassing later, Yang Chen felt that it would be better to put the underwear elsewhere as if he hadn’t looked at anything too much. He looked at the bedroom door and saw that Mo Qianni hadn’t moved yet. kù picked it up.

The tentacles of the small inner kù feel very soft and greasy, and it should be very comfortable to stick to the sensitive parts of a woman's sex. Yang Chen can even smell a strong scent of Mo Qianni's body.

As a normal man, Yang Chen immediately had a physiological reaction, and the little brother below was a little swollen, after all, as long as he thought of Mo Qianni's body wearing such underwear, it would be hard not to get blood pumping.

Just when Yang Chen was hesitating where to hide his underwear, Mo Qianni who was holding a blanket suddenly flashed out from the bedroom door!

"Yang Chen, you just use..."

Halfway through Mo Qianni's words, her eyes were instantly locked on Yang Chen's small black object that she hadn't had time to hide.

Yang Chen was also confused for a moment, dreaming wildly, and didn't notice Mo Qianni's sudden appearance.

Both of them stood there in a daze, especially Mo Qianni. After a moment of astonishment, her face turned red, and many emotions of nervousness, shame, anger, and loss flashed in her moist eyes, just like the one before the explosion. Like an active volcano!

Yang Chen's smile was uglier than crying, it's alright now, he was holding onto other people's flirtatious secret kù in a daze, and he was caught straight! It would be strange not to be regarded as an obscene and obscene man!

When Yang Chen was ready to endure some bombardment, Mo Qianni unexpectedly didn't shout out, but walked forward with a complicated expression, put the blanket on the sand, walked in front of Yang Chen, and took a hand from Yang Chen. Chen grabbed back his little secret in his hand, compiled it in the palm of his hand, bit his butt, and asked dazzledly: "Seqian, haven't you seen a woman's insides? What's there to stay for?"

"I've seen it before, I've never seen such a beautiful one." I've seen it all, I can smell it, so why be afraid!

After hearing this, Mo Qianni's eyes flickered, and her delicate face was about to ooze *, her heart was pounding, but she couldn't help asking: "Is it really beautiful?"

"Well, it matches you well."

"Fuck you, you haven't seen me wear it, how do you know I'm a good match?"

As soon as she said this, Mo Qianni felt something was wrong, as if she was asking him to see her clothes, she felt ashamed and wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground!

Yang Chen also feels the martial arts. The holy king of heaven and earth made the holy king. The king will kill the gods at night and ask for the throne of the gods. Qiankun will kill the gods and seal the throne in the night, ask the demons, the strongest in the ninth heaven, and the most abandoned young man of the Zhou royal family. The strange thing is that such an abrupt conversation was so natural that he didn't feel uncomfortable.

After calming down, Yang Chen didn't evade anything anymore, and said with a smile: "If you really want to show me the clothes, I don't care, the big deal is that I won't tell it after seeing it."

"It's a good idea, let your wife wear it for you to see!" Mo Qianni rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, took the underwear to the bathroom, and said by the way: "I want to take a bath, if you are tired, you can wear it." Go to bed first, if you want to watch TV, put it on by yourself."

The bathroom of Mo Qianni's house is opposite her bedroom, and she couldn't see the door from the living room, so even if Yang Chen was there, she didn't shy away from anything, and walked in with a change of clothes openly.

Yang Chen sorted out the magazines on the sofa, turned off the energy-saving lamps in the living room, and lay down comfortably on it. He didn't bother to take off his clothes, and casually covered the towels and blankets, and began to brew pajamas.

Not long after, Yang Chen's sensitive ears heard the sound of water running from the bathroom. Just now, he saw Mo Qianni's small personal items, and he was aroused. With the sound of water, it was inevitable that the image of Mo Qianni taking off her clothes and sinking into the bathtub would inevitably appear.

At midnight, in a quiet small apartment, a man and a woman had some ambiguous friction with each other just now, and if something happened next, it would actually seem logical...

Of course, Yang Chen just thought about it casually. If he really wanted to break into the bathroom to do something, not to mention that it would be difficult to meet in the company in the future, if he went to Lin Ruoxi's place, it might turn the world upside down.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Chen gradually calmed down his turbulent mood. Hearing the sound of water, he gradually fell asleep...

...

More than half an hour later, the bathroom door was quietly opened, and Mo Qianni walked out softly wearing a snow-white towel, stepping on flip flops, looked at Yang Chen who was sleeping on the sofa, and confirmed that Yang Chen was sleeping on the sofa. Chen didn't look at him, so he walked into his room with small steps and closed the door.

In the bedroom, Mo Qianni tore off the only white towel she had on her body, and threw it on the floor at one side. The soft light yellow light hit the woman's smooth, flushed skin, revealing a lustrous luster.

Facing the vanity mirror, Mo Qianni quietly looked at her pink and tender body, tall figure, plump and tall Xuefeng, tight waist, round tǐng upturned túu, the whole body showed With soft and full curves, just like the perfect ivory artwork of the golden section, so impeccable.

Brushing her wet hair, Mo Qianni said to herself: "Mo Qianni, Mo Qianni, you always look at what you are doing, what is so self-obsessed, no matter how good-looking you are, you can only watch it... "

"What? You said you missed men?"

"Come on... What's so good about a stinky man? Appreciating yourself is called self-confidence!"

After muttering a few words to herself, Mo Qianni started to get naked, and sat on Simmons' big netg to wipe her hair, and put on a pink nightgown with a bit of childishness on herself.

While brushing the silk absently, Mo Qianni looked towards the door from time to time.

This is the first time that I have brought a man to my home, and I don't understand why I invited him out of the blue. Is he the one who sent me back at night? Seeing that he is so tired, I feel pitiful? Or is it because...too many years alone, staying alone in an empty room, feeling too lonely and needing someone to accompany?

No, no, why would I be afraid of being alone? I have been alone since I was a child, so what is this loneliness! He must be pitiful!

However, why did he invite this man here? Why was he so happy when he agreed to spend the night here?

He is the husband of my good sister, what if there is a misunderstanding? I obviously hated him before...

what is he doing now are you asleep? Still thinking about something? Or are you dreaming?

Mo Qianni felt that her heart was very disturbed. It was so late and she should have a good rest after working for a week, but as soon as she thought of that man sleeping in the living room outside the door, lying on the sofa where she usually sat and read magazines When I saw it, I had the urge to go and have a look.

Why do you want to go out and see him so much?

Mo Qianni thought for a while, and found a reason for herself that she thought was very plausible - she was afraid that he might catch a cold if he kicked the blanket on the floor because of his bad sleeping habits. Therefore, as the host, I had to go out to see how the guests were sleeping. , this couldn't be more normal!

Emboldened with reason, Mo Qianni didn't care about drying half of her head, stepped on her slippers, tiptoedly opened the bedroom door, and walked gently towards the sofa where Yang Chen was sleeping.