Chapter 615 (1/2)

The temperature in the room rubbed against the high, breathing, feel blocked.

Shen Mo Chen's mobile phone rings.

He frowned.

Instead, shuimiaomiao breathed a sigh of relief and reminded him, ”you answer the phone.”

Shen Mo Chen does not pay attention to mobile phone ring tone at all, look at her with burning eyes, evil sycophant upgrade, hoarse said: ”back to me, and then connect.”

Shen Mo Chen's mobile phone ring tone is very suitable to stop.

Shuimiaomiao could not avoid it. He sucked his lower lip to the end, then loosened it. He blushed and said, ”I'm shy.”

She originally thought that she would be righteous and strict, at least, very repulsive. The voice she could speak out was soft. She wanted to dig a hole in the ground, not to say no, but to say yes, hoping that he would lead.

Shen Mo Chen raised a smile and liked her to be submissive. He gave her a kiss on her lips and coaxed him: ”I'll try. You're my wife, I'm your husband, there's nothing to be shy about, it's not that I haven't eaten... ”

Shuimiaomiao's mobile phone rings again.

Shen Mo Chen is disturbed twice, a little fidgety.

Shuimiaomiao's heart beat quickly out of her throat. She was as nervous as being caught doing something wrong, and her breath was unsteady.

She took the mobile phone on the cupboard to get up, saw the caller ID, and reminded Shen Mochen: ”it's grandfather, your grandfather.”

Shen Mochen was not happy with the old man of his family.

Shuimiaomiao answers the phone and shouts respectfully, ”grandfather.”

”Miaomiao, come to my house for dinner tomorrow evening. It's time to meet my family.” Shen said with a smile.

Shen Mochen robbed the old man's phone and said impolitely, ”Miaomiao and I are in sports. You made two phone calls. Do you think it's appropriate?”

Shui Miaomiao said:

Mr. Shen said:

Shen Mo Chen, how can so say to others, still raise head not to see the grandfather that bow head sees.

”Grandfather, Shen Mochen is joking.” Shuimiaomiao said to the microphone with a dry smile.

Shen Mochen pinches on shuimiaomiao's waist.

It's itchy and painful.

”Ah.” Shuimiaomiao snorted, and immediately realized what kind of sound he was making. Shame.