The baby was afraid of him, and he still had an excuse to look for her. He was sick and only she could cure him.

The garden sunroom in the small building is completely different from the terrace sunroom in the Su family. The fragrance of flowers is everywhere, and the sunlight falls on the fox's hair tatami, reflecting the warm luster of winter.

The Mo Yinhe is like a lion on the grassland in the sun, sitting lazily on the tatami, with long legs overlapping casually, lazy and elegant, waiting for the late night to call Si Mingjing.

Soon, I turned back late at night.

Feng Fenghuohuo: "Brother, here you are."

Si Mingjing, who was following late at night, carried his own medicine box on one shoulder. The very ancient medicine box was the kind that traditional Chinese medicine often recited.

After walking in, Si Mingjing placed the retro medicine box on the short coffee table, opened the medicine box, took out the silver needle bag and disinfectant alcohol from it, and several bottles and jars, all of which were filled with medical essential oils. The effect was particularly good with silver needles.

Late at night, crossing his legs, sitting on the rattan chair next to him, watching Si Mingjing slowly prepare.

Mo Yinhe was also watching, her eyes swept towards her slender wrist.

The black eyes twisted slightly.

Where is the bracelet worn on your wrist?

Pick it off so soon?

"Not cute at all."

Mo Yinhe Qingma's voice was a little depressed.

Late at night, I heard Mo Yinhe say something stupid, but I wondered: "Brother, why aren't you cute?"

Mo Yinhe ignored the late night.

He slowly unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoned one by one, and the toned texture of the front chest muscles gradually exposed to the warm sunshine...

Si Mingjing disinfected the Yin Needle. As soon as he looked up, he saw a piece of white pectoral muscles.

The sunlight fell on Mo Yinhe's milk muscles' chest, as if there was a refracted light that shook into Si Mingjing's eyes.

Si Mingjing felt dizzy in his head: "..."

"Do you need me to lie down?" Mo Yinhe's black eyes were sarcastic, and he did not miss the stunning flashes through Si Mingjing's eyes.

Si Mingjing coughed lightly, and nodded with his eyes staggered: "Lying down is more convenient to apply the needle."

Mo Yinhe lay down without saying a word, crossed his fingers and leisurely put them behind his head as a pillow. His two overly slender legs were ascetic and straight, and they were just casually placed on the short coffee table, unruly, and the high-end trousers line of his trousers made his straight legs look.

The whole picture is simply synonymous with beauty on earth.

But Ye Late stood beside him and said something extremely incompatible: "Brother, you actually wear under your trousers."

Mo Yinhe's perfect shape was destroyed by a sentence late at night, making the mood completely gone.

Late at night, he continued to say: "Brother, how can men wear long-term pants in their trousers? Is it important to be a man's honor, or is it important to keep warm?"

The most important thing is that his brother is wearing autumn pants under his trousers, and his long legs still show his manly charm. How did his brother do it?

Why does he want to wear long-term pants every time he is so cold that he wants to wear long-term pants, but he is so disappointed when he puts on his suits?

When people compare themselves with others, they will be so angry that they must be envious! Jealousy! Hate!

So you must complain: "Brother, a real man never wears long pants in his trousers!"

Mo Yinhe only wants to say one word: "Get out!"

He didn't get out late at night, and he was afraid that Si Mingjing would not be able to withstand the strong cold aura of his brother alone!

His brother is so male-like. He doesn't even want to show his arms to women other than his sister-in-law. Now Miss Si actually wants to put an acupuncture on his brother's chest muscles. What a dangerous job?
Chapter completed!