Chatper 173 (1/2)

In order to let Yan Xiluo sleep well, Qiao Moli moved directly to the study to sleep.

Yan Xiluo laughed silently. She rubbed her stomach, held back the pain in her heart, and told herself that she must be strong.

When Yan Xiluo was eight months pregnant, everything happened in this black June.

Fate finally separated her from Qiao Moli...

Of course, it is life and death!

Pu Qing, a hidden box, inside is Yan Xiyan and Qiao Mochen, both of them are doing the most primitive movements in the box as if they have both taken medicine.

"Mochen, you are amazing..."

"Baby, I can be even stronger..." Qiao Mochen panted, all his thoughts were devoted to fighting Yan Xiyan under him.

"Baby, are you comfortable, do you want to change your position?"

"Hate...you are necrotic..."

Yan Xiyan turned her head away pretending to be coquettish, and took a peek at the hidden camera that she installed in the corner of the box early on, and her red lips proudly curled up.

She didn't drag Qiao Mochen to the Puqing box just for excitement, if it's just for this kind of thing, any presidential suite will do.

The reason why she appeared here now was to take a passionate video of herself and Qiao Mochen loving each other.

Then, change it up and send it to Yan Xiluo...

I heard that the dead girl has been pregnant for several months, so she must be stimulated by some real stimulation.

It would be best if Yan Xiluo jumped into the sea in anger, lest she really give birth and become even more lingering.

Qiao Mochen, who was busy working, noticed Yan Xiyan's absent-mindedness, and forced her head away, and bit her lips hard, "What are you thinking? Concentrate."

Qiao Mochen is a lunatic, he bit Yan Xiyan's lips in two or three times until the bleeding continued, still didn't know how to restrain himself, the movements of his hands became heavier and heavier, wantonly ravaging Yan Xiyan, "Baby, why did I I can't love you enough."

Yan Xiyan climbed onto Qiao Mochen's shoulder pretending to be obedient, she knew that Qiao Mochen was a lunatic in the bed, and she couldn't speak harshly.

God knows how much effort she has put in to get rid of Qiao Mochen!

Yan Xiluo, you'd better die, don't occupy Qiao Moli, and give me back the position of the president's wife!

Yan Xiyan thought bitterly for a while, in order not to let Qiao Mochen see her emotions, she actively twisted her waist to cater to her.

There were ambiguous gasps in the box, and it took a long time before they finally calmed down.

Qiao Mochen put on his long trousers, and stared at Yan Xiyan's snow-white chest with lustful eyes, "Not to mention, this place is really more exciting than the presidential suite, you are such a stunner, you can think of such a good place .”

For Qiao Mochen's compliment, Yan Xiyan blushed pretending to be shy, "Why? Didn't they want to make you feel better? Don't talk nonsense, as if I have a lot of experience."

Qiao Mochen put on his clothes, feeling a little dispirited, "If you have experience or not, you know it yourself, it's not an original product anyway."

Yan Xiyan, who was dressed, followed Qiao Mochen's words, shaking with anger.