Get out of the way, the vest boss saves that sick girl

Chapter 125

Ai Xiaoqi asked how to check?

Feng Yao laughed teasingly: "If you see us being intimate, there's no need to check."

Ai Xiaoqi puffed up her cheeks, punished him, and pinched his nose.

"Even if I kill you, there's no need to investigate."

When Feng Yao saw Ai Xiaoqi's heart, his face was always filled with joy.

"Xiao Qi, I'm tired and want to sleep. Don't leave me."

"Okay." Feng Yao has always suffered from insomnia, and Ai Xiaoqi also wants him to have a good rest.

Feng Yao moved to the soft pillow, holding Ai Xiaoqi's hand and humming softly: "Hold me for a while, Xiaoqi, I won't do anything."

Feng Yao pulled gently, and Ai Xiaoqi hid in his arms.

"Go to sleep!"

Ai Xiaoqi didn't believe Feng Yao's lies at all, and even expected Feng Yao to go back on his word.

But Feng Yao was really tired and fell asleep very quickly.

Feng Yao fell asleep with a smile on his face. With Ai Xiaoqi around, he slept soundly.

As night fell, Ai Xiaoqi lay on the sofa, flipping through her phone to check the day's new developments.

Everything went smoothly with Li Wenchang, but Long Teng's search was fruitless. Just as Feng Yao said, Mo Sang had hidden himself.

Ai Xiaoqi hesitated for a moment, but still ordered Lu Hao to keep an eye on the hotel where Feng Yao was staying, while conducting a dragnet search for Mo Sang.

This time, Ai Xiaoqi not only wants to vent Lu Hao's anger and avenge Baihe, but also wants to fight a beautiful battle and restore Longteng's prestige. She believes that she can do it this time.

Ai Xiaoqi, feeling relieved, discovered that Feng Yao's cell phone was casually thrown on the coffee table.

She picked it up out of curiosity, she wanted to know what was on this man's mind.

She pressed lightly with her index finger and unlocked the phone with her fingerprint. Her fingerprint was still there. It was entered by Feng Yao himself.

Ai Xiaoqi was curled up in the corner of the sofa. Feng Yao had said that he could look at his phone.

There was only Ai Xiaoqi’s message on WeChat, with the remark “little fairy”, which left Ai Xiaoqi speechless.

She and Feng Yao had every word, from the first time, "I memorized the taxi's license plate and was always behind you."

Ai Xiaoqi flipped through the book casually, and her eyes were filled with memories.

He couldn't help but look at the sleeping Feng Yao with meekness.

Checking Feng Yao's browser search history again made Ai Xiaoqi blush a little, because these were the questions Feng Yao wanted to know.

"How does a man take care of the woman he loves?"

"How can I get my girlfriend's first kiss?"

"The complete guide to kissing techniques."

"Can girls take the initiative to kiss boys?"

"How long can you live together after being in love?"

"What should I pay attention to for the first time?"

Ai Xiaoqi secretly turned off her cell phone and hid herself under the quilt.

It turns out this dead man thinks about this every day.

At daybreak, Ai Xiaoqi was awakened by the subtle sound of a lock being unlocked. Looking over, she saw a bloated Filipino maid opening the door with a disinfectant spray.

"Shit, how can you disinfect at dawn? You have no intention of hiding your evil intentions."

Is it really as Feng Yao said, that he has to see them being intimate before he can confirm his identity?

It was really outrageous that he came to confirm the relationship between Feng Yao and himself in such a blatant manner.

Ai Xiaoqi took two steps to the bed, lifted Feng Yao's quilt and got in.

Without waiting for Feng Yao's reaction, he forcefully untied the belt of his pajamas, pulled off his robe, and threw it casually on the ground.

Feng Yao's voice was hoarse with sleep, and he looked like he was waiting to be ravaged. He called out uncertainly, "Xiao Qi."

Ai Xiaoqi put her hand up and covered Feng Yao's mouth.

Feng Yao, who had been molested, came to his senses, turned over, pressed Ai Xiaoqi under him, and kissed her eagerly and awkwardly.

The door lock was still turning. Feng Yao heard the noise outside, but he didn't stop kissing.

"Feng...Yao, there's someone outside."

Ai Xiaoqi struggled to avoid Feng Yao's breath.

"No matter what, Xiaoqi, Liao Mang is next door, darling."

The overwhelming kiss releases the demand.

Ai Xiaoqi caught her breath and looked towards the door. The Filipino maid was holding a bunch of keys and walking towards the next room.

"She...she went into the wrong room?" Ai Xiaoqi was a little confused.

Feng Yao looked at Ai Xiaoqi under him greedily.

She was wearing her own loose white shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing her alluring beauty. Her hair was disheveled and her breathing was trembling slightly.

Smooth, slender legs were placed on both sides, rubbing against his own.

Ai Xiaoqi then realized that her posture would cause Feng Yao to misunderstand.

"There is...someone, just now, there was someone."

"Someone? Where?" Feng Yao's inky eyes only had Ai Xiaoqi in them, and he had no intention of leaving.

Ai Xiaoqi stretched out her index finger and pointed at the door.

Feng Yao's ears were red, and he stared at Ai Xiaoqi's lips with an unsatisfied look: "If someone comes, take off my clothes?"

Ai Xiaoqi, who was surrounded by half-naked men, stammered: "I thought...she came to confirm my identity."

Feng Yao didn't listen to her explanation. He was in good physical condition now.

"Xiao Qi, continue."

Ai Xiaoqi was overwhelmed by the greedy kiss and still had to explain.

They rolled and rubbed each other, greedily tasting and going deep, intoxicated by the heavy breathing of lingering.

Ai Xiaoqi gave up struggling and responded to the endless love.

All I could hear was the trembling of his lips: "Xiao Qi, open your mouth."

Ai Xiaoqi's mind went blank and she responded awkwardly.

A button of my shirt was bitten off,...

There was a warmth in my chest.

It seems that Feng Yao’s preparations are far more than what Ai Xiaoqi peeked at. He not only wants to eat cherries, but also snow plum mousse.

Ai Xiaoqi pushed Feng Yao away forcefully, turned around and hid.

Feng Yaoyang lay on the bed, rolling his Adam's apple, tensing his muscles, trying to calm his restlessness.

After a moment, he stood up, picked up the bathrobe on the floor, walked into the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and the sound of rapid water came from the shower.

When Feng Yao came out, he saw Ai Xiaoqi, dressed in camouflage, standing in front of the window. She avoided looking at him, and her fair neck had turned pink.

Feng Yao hugged her from behind, "Are you afraid of me? Do you want to escape?"

Ai Xiaoqi lowered her head, hiding her discomfort: "I...I have something else to do."

Feng Yao tightened his arms and buried his head in Ai Xiaoqi's hair.

"Don't go. I... won't touch Xiaoqi."

Feng Yao was looking for soft lips again.

Ai Xiaoqi turned around and kissed Feng Yao.

Feng Yao groaned...crazy.

……

Feng Yao took Ai Xiaoqi and Liao Mang out every day to discuss so-called big business with the major military leaders.

Ai Xiaoqi had never seen Feng Yao so strong and profound, who could suppress all the military leaders and play with them in the palm of his hand.

Ten days later, Ai Xiaoqi did not follow Feng Yao. She had almost used up all the cards in her hand, so she had to sort out her next strategy.

Everything is ready, except for Mosan's whereabouts.

If you can’t find it, just wait for news from Feng Yao.

But this time, it’s really dangerous, and I don’t know if I can save my life.

It was past eleven o'clock at night and Feng Yao had not returned yet. Ai Xiaoqi lit a cigarette impatiently and waited for him at the window.

When the door opened, Feng Yao was startled to see Ai Xiaoqi smoking, and took off his coat. He walked to Ai Xiaoqi, gently took off the cigarette butt, and held her in his arms.

"Are you in a hurry?"

"No, I'm just...unhappy."

Feng Yao bent down and kissed her lips gently.

"Feng Yao, what if I die?"

Feng Yao lifted her chin and answered solemnly.

"Wait for me for a year, and I'll go with you."

Ai Xiaoqi narrowed her eyes: "Why does it take a year?"

"Let Long Teng be buried with you."

Ai Xiaoqi laughed softly: "So domineering?"

"Yeah." Feng Yao answered softly, and then asked: "What if I die?"