Chapter 1911 Who carried her to bed?
Qiao Mohan's irritability was relieved at this moment.
The sinister and deep Danfeng eyes were slightly raised, and he looked at the two figures, one big and one small, who were fast asleep beside and on the bed.
There was an unprecedented peace in my heart.
Su Qing——
This woman had never noticed before last night.
Even after last night, it was only regarded as a 'good medicine' by him.
But now, Qiao Mohan's brows that flew diagonally into his temples frowned...
Perhaps, she is not just a woman who can make herself happy in bed.
...
The soft bed surface almost made Su Qing's body sink deep.
Su Qing felt very warm and comfortable, like being surrounded by many clouds.
From head to toe, every single hair seemed to be immersed in the warm sunlight. In an extremely stretched state, her whole body was so warm that she even wanted to sigh.
The palm of the right hand seems to be grasping something, and the soft touch is like cotton candy, QQ bouncing.
In her sleep, Su Qing pinched it subconsciously, and found that the marshmallow seemed to have become fleshy and exuded warmth.
How can there be temperature?
She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed, and woke up with a start.
call……
Only then did Su Qing realize that she, who should have been sitting on the chair beside the bed, got on the bed for some unknown reason.
She and Qiao Muer, who slept sweetly, lay side by side on the big bed, both of them were wrapped in the quilt, but even so, her right hand was still held by Qiao Muer's small hand.
The two held hands as if they were inseparable.
Why am I in bed?
Su Qing was secretly surprised, and carefully pulled out her hand from Qiao Mu'er's soft little palm.
Because of this action, Qiao Mu'er wrinkled her little nose in her sleep, pouted her little mouth, and then turned over to face Su Qing, hugging a cotton-like quilt.
Like hugging a big doll, he buried his small face deeply.
Su Qing's eyes full of warmth paused, she knew that children who lacked a sense of security like to sleep with things in their arms.
Just like herself.
I didn't have such a habit when I was a child. Later, when my mother died and my stepmother came to the door, she, like Qiao Mu'er, also habitually liked to sleep with quilts or pillows.
There is pity in his eyes and gather little by little, it seems that even if this child is loved by thousands of people in Qiao's family, he is lonely after all.
Maybe it's because of Qiao Mohan's messy feelings?
Or because she has been a child with only a father and no mother since she was a child...
Su Qing couldn't help but gently stroked Qiao Mu'er's peaceful sleeping face with her hands.
When her satin-like black hair was pulled away, Su Qing was surprised to see a small towel tucked into the clothes on Qiao Mu'er's back.
Did she put a towel on Qiao Mu'er's back before going to bed?
Su Qing can't remember, it seems that there is no--
She put her hand in and touched it. The towel was a little wet. She was afraid that the child would catch a cold, so she quickly took it out for her.
He touched the clothes on Qiao Mu'er's back again and made sure they were dry, so he comfortably covered her with a quilt.
Su Qing took the towel, got out of bed, and walked out.
She suspected just now that she was extremely sleepy and climbed into bed.
Now, she was sure that the foreign man must have come.
Finding Qiao Muer sweating on her back when she fell asleep, she put a towel on her.
He put her on the bed by the way.
Thinking of this, Su Qing opened the bedroom door—
This is a senior suite in a hotel. The bedroom is connected to the study and living room.
Su Qing took the door and was about to go to the living room, but when she closed the door again, she saw a familiar figure.
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