He put the little chrysanthemum on his head as a helmet, and ran past Duanmuchen like a flying one.

Xiaomu did not forget to yell: "Brother Mo Li, take Xiao Xuan away quickly! The beastly father wants to molest Xiao Xuan!"

Yin Tingting and her group were attracted by Yue Xiaoxuan's shouting, and their vision fell on Duanmu Chen became complicated.

Duanmuchen's face was darker than before.

Yue Qingqing looked at him with a grievance and couldn't help laughing.

Now I know how tricky the baby son you are proud of is, right?

Be prepared to get caught in the shooting every minute.

"Qing'er!" Duanmu Chen pulled her sleeve and looked at her with great resentment.

"Duanmuchen, you have more or less knowledge of the culture of our hometown, right? No matter how you say it, your thoughts shouldn't be so feudal. What's the big deal about that before?"

Yue said lightly and indifferently.

She used to wear bikini while on missions.

Besides, Mo Li's eyes were always clear, and Yue Qingqing was not angry about it.

Moreover, he just pulled his shirt open and did not touch his bellyband.

"Yes, you have little ***, it's like watching the live spring. It's normal for you to hug, kiss, rub and pounce in public. It's said that there are pole dances, stripteases, and SMs, and you can also see naked/run from time to time..."

Duanmu Chen said quietly, and when Yue Qingqing's little face gradually shining, he sighed: "But why does my Qing'er blush even when intimate in public? When can my Qing'er give me a naked/run, a pole dance, and a stripper dance? When will I be willing to look at the erotic pictures with me and try various positions?"

His voice was not only low but also a little hoarse. Yue's gentle eyes gradually widened and she pushed away his approaching thin lips: "Smell hooligan!"

Duanmuchen grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms with a slight pull.

The big hand fell on the back of her head and covered her red lips - the French long kiss began!

Until Yue Qingqing's face turned red and her feet were weak, she almost couldn't breathe, Duanmu Chen let her go unwillingly, pressed her forehead, and murmured: "Qing'er, if possible, I really want to hide you and not let anyone see it!"

Yue looked at him gently, exhaling like orchids, and her chest was slightly undulating.

"Actually... I'm just trying to keep you from being angry with Mo Li..."

Before she could say anything, her slender fingers touched her slightly red and swollen lips.

"I know, so, I just punched him!"

All this deep love scene fell into Yin Tingting's eyes.

Seeing her, she gritted her teeth and kept cursing Yue Qingqing in her heart.

It was so easy to forgive Duanmu Chen.

A slap is different from a fist. That slap is slapping on the face, and no one who has a little self-esteem can stand it.

Unfortunately, she is far away from Duanmu Chen now, otherwise she would really want to control Duanmu Chen and slap her again.

See if she can still smile so tenderly and charmingly!

"Miss Ting, are we going to wait for her to wake up?"

The person standing behind her didn't know that she stopped to see Duanmu Chen, and thought she was waiting for Xuan Wuqing.
Chapter completed!