The reborn husband returns

Chapter 30

Mo Ying was skeptical about Jiang Huaisheng's words. When he hesitated, Jiang Huaisheng had already rushed forward again.

Jiang Huaisheng didn't expect Mo Ying, who was able to fool around with his own words, to take the initiative to entangle him. Seeing that Mo Ying's expression was loose, he seized the opportunity, tilted his head and kissed him deeply.

Mo Ying half pushed and half agreed, and things got out of hand.

When Jiang Huaisheng kissed the tip of his nose again, Mo Ying tilted his head and whispered, "Don't kiss, it's all sweat."

"Then I'll change to another place." Jiang Huaisheng smiled, his palm had already left from under Mo Ying's clothes, and only lingered on his waist for a while.

After exchanging a kiss with Mo Ying, he stood up reluctantly, "I'll go and see Tang, you change your clothes first."

Mo Ying's lips were bright red, she was lazy and didn't want to move, and didn't respond to Jiang Huaisheng's words.

After the door opened and closed, he turned his eyes a few times, raised his hand to touch his lips, and put it down halfway.

He pressed the changed panties under his clothes, and still felt a strong smell of pornography in the room.

Mo Ying sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes flickered and she didn't look at the dirty laundry at all.

Jiang Huaisheng rushed in with a bowl in his hand. The porcelain bowl was full, and there were a few chopped bones on the other side, "It's still hot, taste the meat on the bones first."

It has been stewed for a long time, and the meat can be easily bitten off the bone. He tasted a piece in the kitchen earlier, and it tasted pretty good.

"No chopsticks?" Mo Ying was a little greedy, her eyes glued to the dark fleshy bones.

Jiang Huaisheng shook his head, "Pinch both sides of the bone and bite off the meat."

"I'm going to get a chopstick." Mo Ying planned to step on her shoes as she spoke.

Jiang Huaisheng pressed his leg, "I'll go."

After a while, Jiang Huaisheng came in again with a basin, the wooden basin was half filled with water, and he still had saponins and a square towel in his hand.

Putting down the basin, he wet a square towel to wipe Mo Ying's hands.

"After wiping it clean, just pinch the bone and eat it." Jiang Huaisheng still refused to let go of his slender fingers. He wiped it back and forth twice before letting go.

Persuading Mo Ying earnestly, "Eating with bones is completely different from eating with chopsticks. Try it. If you don't like it, I'll get you chopsticks."

Mo Ying is not a squeamish person, although he has never gnawed directly with a bone, but when it is inconvenient to go out, he just eats the pheasant with his hands.

But today is different.

Mo Ying spread out her palm, and when she closed it slightly, her mind was full of the thing she touched just now, as if it was still beating in his palm.

He hurriedly put his right hand behind his back, as if he couldn't see it, so as to feel a little more at ease.

"Huh?" Jiang Huaisheng lowered his head and found that Mo Ying's face was burning.

He just thought it was his husband who was too embarrassed to gnaw bones in front of him, "How about I feed you?"

Jiang Huaisheng also felt that it was feasible, holding the bone with one hand, and brought the piece of meat to Mo Ying's mouth.

Mo Ying took a small bite, lowered his eyes, and bit three or four bones in this position.

The rest of the food went into Jiang Huaisheng's stomach. After eating, he squatted down and washed his hands, humming an unknown tune in a good mood, "Speaking of..."

"What?" Mo Ying was holding the bowl to drink soup, Jiang Huaisheng seemed not afraid of the heat, he drank several big gulps, only half of the bowl was left before handing it to him.

Jiang Huaisheng shook his head and laughed, he waited for Mo Ying to finish drinking, and then cleaned up the bowl again.

Then came back and lay down with Mo Ying.

Mo Ying slept in it, he didn't eat much, and he had exercised before, so he soon became sleepy.

But Jiang Huaisheng was in high spirits today, he hugged Mo Ying's waist, couldn't help laughing, and then whispered, "You sure don't know what I wanted to say before?"

"My hand is the winner in life. It first served your body and then filled your stomach." He kept mumbling while Mo Ying was asleep.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said those words, the arms around Mo Ying's waist were pulled away, and then he found that his gaze turned, and when he came to his senses, he was already sitting on the ground.

Jiang Huaisheng touched his calf, as well as his stomach, and felt a dull pain. He didn't dare to breathe out, so he wanted to go back to bed quickly.

The smashed pillow dispelled his idea.

"It's not raining today, so you can sleep on the ground." Mo Ying's voice suddenly rang out.

There wasn't a trace of ups and downs in his voice, but it was obvious that he acted because he had heard what he said before.

Jiang Huaisheng regretted it endlessly.

He was thick-faced and wanted to squeeze onto the bed, but he saw Mo Ying opened his eyes, and his bright black eyes were staring at him.

Jiang Huaisheng had no choice but to hug the pillow and backed away.

Seeing that Jiang Huaisheng was quiet, Mo Ying slowly spread his hands under the quilt, and immediately closed his eyes.

His hand touched Jiang Huaisheng's thing, and Jiang Huaisheng's hand naturally touched his body, not to mention he vented himself.

The scenes before going to bed were replaying in Mo Ying's mind, and the next morning, he was still a little dizzy.

After getting out of bed, he stepped heavily on the floor not far from the bed, as if he could step on Jiang Huaisheng and vent his anger on himself.

Jiang Huaisheng had already cooked the meal, so he went to Yuan's house and asked Yuan Run and Yuan Yuan to get ready as well. After he had dinner with Mo Ying, he went straight up the mountain.

When he went out, he locked the door from the outside. Mo Ying walked around the yard, but didn't open the door in the end, so he thought he was going up the mountain and went to wash himself first.

After rinsing out the wooden cup, Mo Ying couldn't help but took another sip tentatively, before spitting it out again.

The familiar salty taste made him a little dazed, and his mouth was a little dry. He licked his lips, probably not because he wanted to kiss Jiang Huaisheng.

Mo Ying couldn't help but look at the cup a few more times, only to realize that it wasn't the one he usually used.

He spit out the water in his mouth and hurried to the place where the cups were placed.

Both his and Jiang Huaisheng's cups were placed together, but his was on the left, and Jiang Huaisheng's was on the right. Today, Jiang Huaisheng probably put it on the left.

Mo Ying put down the cup, rinsed her mouth with a bottle of water, and while brushing her teeth, stared fixedly at Jiang Huaisheng's cup.

It's definitely not his illusion, Jiang Huaisheng just put salt in this water glass.

Thinking about what happened last night, Mo Ying became even angrier.

"What are you squatting here looking at?" Jiang Huaisheng pushed the door in and saw Mo Ying's back.

He turned his head and glanced, "What's so interesting about the water glass, let's eat first, and they will come over later, and then we will go up the mountain together."

"Why did you gargle with salt water?" Mo Ying restrained the impulse in his heart, he asked casually.

"It can be sterilized." Jiang Huaisheng didn't take this as a problem. He also thought that he would take the opportunity to tell Mo Ying that he would not have to carefully add an "appropriate amount" of salt to Mo Ying's quilt in the future, "You can also use salt water in the future. Just rinse with water a few times."

"Really?" Mo Ying stood behind Jiang Huaisheng, and said quietly, "But after I rinse my mouth, my mouth always feels dry."