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After returning, Mo Hanya still felt uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but care about the obscene scenes of her naked self being pressed on the bed by Mo Zifei, who was also naked, being pressed on the bed by the fans of the East. Whenever she thought of it, she wanted to end her with something, and curled up alone under the shower in the bathroom, crying silently...

‘Dongdongdongdong7e’

Dongfang Fan knocked outside. She had been in the bathroom for an hour and had not come out yet. He had to worry, "Baby, have you not washed it yet? Baby... can you come out?"

She didn't say anything, and answered him just the sound of water.

"Baby, can I come in?" He began to twist the door hard.

"Miss..." She hugged her body tightly, shook her head under the thunderous water, and tried her best to hold back and not cry, "Don't come in, don't come in... Please, I'll come out later."

Hearing her speaking, the Dongfang fan felt relieved, "Okay, I won't come in, I'll wait for you outside." The sound fell, and he opened the door handle and walked slowly to the hall, sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette in a gloomy way.

Ten minutes later, Mo Hanya walked out with a pale face on her long-sleeved bathrobe, her eyes daring to look at him.

Seeing her coming out, the Dongfang fan immediately put the burning cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and walked towards her worriedly, "Baby..."

She took a step back in fear, "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep." After saying with her head down, she turned around and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

"Baby, your hair is not dry yet. Blow dry before going to bed." He followed up with great concern.

Knowing that he followed her, she walked faster, "I will blow dry before sleeping." After entering the bedroom, she immediately closed the door and locked it, blocking him out of the door in time. Then she slid on the ground with discomfort, buried her head in her knees, and sometimes trembling with her shoulders... I'm sorry, you were injured, I should have taken good care of you, but it made you worry about me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

"Baby, open the door and let me in." Dongfang Mi twisted the door handle hard outside, his voice very anxious, "Can I dry your hair, okay? Baby, open the door, I dry your hair for you, and when I see you fall asleep, I will go out...Believe me..."

After a while, she raised her tear-stained face and said hoarsely to the door panel: "I'm confused, I'm in a mess. Let me be quiet, please."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mi was quiet outside the door and finally nodded, "Okay. I... go to sleep first, good night." After whispering this, he turned around and walked to the bedroom next door, closed the door gently, pulled out another cigarette and lit it, while slowly sucking, thinking about something with a frown...

This night, both of them must have felt that it was longer than a century.

The next morning, Oriental fans got up early to make breakfast as usual.

After preparing breakfast, he knocked on the door of her bedroom, "Baby, are you awake? I'm ready to cook breakfast, come out and eat."

After a while, the door opened.

After sleeping, Mo Hanya seemed to have forgotten what happened last night. When she saw him, she showed a beautiful smile, "What is the breakfast today?"

He was stunned and smiled, "Ham sandwich with hot milk."

"Haha, I really want to eat." She said with a smile, and went out to hold his hand, walked to the dining table with him, then crossed her legs, and ate gracefully while taking a newspaper to read.

Oriental fans also ate breakfast, and their eyes kept looking at her while eating.

She suddenly raised her eyes and met his eyes, pretending to be angry and frowned, "I know I look very good. Please don't keep looking at me, okay?"

"Oh." He raised the corners of his mouth awkwardly, lowered his head immediately, and ate a big bite of the sandwich.

The moment he lowered his head, her beautiful eyes instantly became sad and depressed. When he was about to look up, he immediately blocked his true emotions with the newspaper in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were full of bitterness.

After breakfast, she rarely sat on the sofa in the hall watching TV series. When she saw comedy places, she would smile and occasionally laugh.

The Oriental fan cleaned up the kitchen and walked to the hall, sat next to her as if nothing had happened, watching TV series with her. When she laughed, she would laugh, even if she didn't know what the TV series was talking about.

When he entered the advertising period, he put his arms around her shoulder and asked gently: "Baby, aren't you going to the company to record a new album today?"

She glanced at him, smiled and shook her head, "I won't go, I've taken a week off."

"Oh." He smiled, remained silent for a few seconds, leaned down and kissed her side face, and asked softly in her ear: "How do you plan to arrange this week?"

She thought for a while, looked at his head wrapped in gauze, frowned and said, "What else can I do? Of course I'm staying at home to take care of your patient."

"Hahahahaha..." Hearing this, the Oriental fan immediately laughed happily, and put both hands on her slender waist, "Baby, thank you for your hard work, haha..."

"Uh, what's so happy about this?" She pretended to be angry.

"Haha, I'm blessed this week. How can you be unhappy with me every day?" He said happily, leaning on his mouth to kiss her, "Come on, turn your face and let me kiss you."

"Uh, don't." She didn't turn her head and shrank back hard.

He was intrigued and pushed her down on the sofa, and with one hand, he ignited her body, "Baby..."

When he touched her sensitive point, her heart felt a little slim and itchy, and she blushed and said angrily: "Oh, be more regular, you are still a wounded now."

He disagreed, "It was the top, not the bottom." After saying that, he quickly took off her underwear and hooked her long legs around her waist.

At this moment, there was a hint of panic in Mo Hanya's eyes, and it seemed that she remembered the scene of Mo Zifei tied to the bed naked and pressing under him to kiss her. "I'm confused, I..."

The Oriental fan seemed to know what she was going to say and what she was thinking. He quickly kissed her mouth, hooked her tongue against her little tongue, and kept wrapping it around...

Her breath was almost taken away by him, but the worries were still swaying in her mind and refused to leave. She held his hands on her back and never had much strength.

The Oriental fan used eighteen kinds of martial arts, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking, breathing rapidly, and his body was hot, and his hands were absolutely not idle. He quickly unbuttoned the buttons on her clothes...

"Missing..." Her body trembled for a moment, as if she felt cold.

"Baby, no one can think of me, just miss me." While he caressed her, he comforted her with tenderness, "No matter what happens, you are the only baby in my heart, do you understand?"

Hearing this, there were tears of emotion in her eyes. She suddenly raised her head and kissed his sexy male lips lingeringly. Then she raised the corners of her mouth and said with blurry eyes: "I'm confused, you came very timely last night. He didn't possess me. I... belong to you alone."

When she said the following sentence, her heart felt ache in secret, because Wu Hao's shadow flashed through her mind. I remembered the incident when she had sex with Wu Hao in order to steal information on the night of the Chinese New Year in order to revenge him. I felt deeply guilty and could not be dissipated in her heart... I wonder, if you knew about this, would you still love me?

She said that she was still the only one who was a fan of Dongfang.

When the Dongfang fan heard her words, he was both joyful and excited. He bent down and kissed her lips hard, then stared at her beautiful and delicious face, and asked unsteadily: "Baby, have you really not gone out to find a man in the three years I was in jail?"

"No." She answered affirmatively.

"Can you endure loneliness so much?" He raised his lips and smiled evilly.

When she heard this, she frowned and said, "If you don't believe it, forget it." She said angrily, and used both hands to spread the hand that was touching her chest, "Don't touch me, do you think I am you, you will be in heat anytime and anywhere? Humph."

"Haha 7e" He chuckled evilly twice, and his hand, with thick skin, touched her soft breasts, "Baby, don't be angry, I believe, I believe." His head slowly lowered, and sometimes he bite the small strawberry on one side, causing her to twist and whisper...

"Uh, 7e, be gentle..." She twisted in pain and joy, with both hands carefully holding his gauze-wrapped head...

On this day, they did it on the sofa several times, **repeatedly...

In the following days, they were all tired of being at home. After enough lingering, they went to the kitchen to make delicious food and there was no food in the refrigerator, so they went out hand in hand, wearing big couples sunglasses, big couple hats, and big couple suits to buy food in supermarkets.

Oriental fans pushed the shopping cart and followed Mo Hanya.

When Mo Hanya was picking snacks in the snack area, he saw a warm scene of a couple placing their baby in the shopping cart. He was very happy and hurriedly pushed the shopping cart aside, hugged Mo Hanya from behind, and asked excitedly in her ear, "Baby, when will we bring our two little babies to the country to reunite with us?"

Mo Hanya took a pack of mixed grain biscuits, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "From your performance, you performed well, I will take them back to China this month. If you perform poorly, I will not take them back to China this year."

"My performance has always been very good." He smiled confidently, looked at both sides, and found that there was no one, so he immediately put his lips on his lips and kissed her.

"Uh, why are you in heat again?" She was angry, glanced at the old man who had just passed by and showed contemptuous eyes at them, quickly covered his mouth that was about to kiss again, and frowned and glared at him with a frown, "Dongfang Fan, can you not be in heat anytime, anywhere?"

He spread her hand covering her mouth and smiled shamelessly, "Baby, I'm already very restrained."

"You, uh..." She was speechless, picked up the cookies in her hand and hit him hard on his head.

"Uh, wife, be gentle, your husband has a concussion." He said with a hint of laughter and shrank his head in fear.

"Tsk, who is your wife?" She did not ruthlessly and continued to beat the biscuits into scum.

"I gave birth to children, and I had two children in my life. Are you not my wife?" He took it for granted, and he was very proud when he said it. "Wife, why can you give birth to such a child?"

"..." She was almost angry with him, "Dongfang fan, say another word, family law serve."

He was stunned, "Wife, what is our family law?"

"Hmph." She snorted coldly, "Don't touch me for a month."

He pinched his chin with a slight stubborn thoughtfully, "Well, my wife, I can tolerate this. If I don't let me serve you for a month, I'm afraid you can't stand it."

"Dongfang fan, you, you...uh!" She was so angry that she blushed and decided to ignore him, stamped her feet, turned around and left...

"Hey, wife, wait for me." A man immediately pushed the shopping cart and followed him with a terrible slap.

...

This week, the two of them lived a very sweet life, even more honeymoon than honeymoon.

"Uh... don't want it...ahha... I really don't want it..." His passion was too fierce, and he was too strong. Mo Hanya really couldn't bear it anymore. She begged for mercy under him, "Ah, too, too deep..."

"Haha..." He smiled hoarsely, "Baby, you like..." As he said, his waist moving more vigorously...

After the passion, the two sat on the sofa, holding a bag of big snacks together, eating loudly while watching TV in a good mood.

Time flies very quickly. After a certain TV series ends, entertainment news is on the screen, and the female host vividly broadcasts Mo Zifei's news...

[The sky-high artist Asa was photographed drunk in a nightclub for several days. It seems that he is in a very bad mood. He must have broken up with Liu Mengmeng. Hey, he is like a hangover every day. As his fan, I have been worried about him every day. I am really afraid that if he becomes depressed like this, he will hurt his body sooner or later...]

Hearing Mo Zifei's name, both of them turned to TV.

Mo Hanya was still very angry in her heart, but when she saw him drunk in the nightclub and being helped by his agent to walk out of the door of the nightclub, she couldn't help but worry about him. A trace of tears flashed through her eyes and quickly picked up the remote control and changed the channel.

The Dongfang fan didn't say anything, and put his hand on her shoulder, hugged her tightly, and comforted her silently.

A week later, Mo Hanya adjusted her condition and began to go to the company's recording studio to record a new album normally.

One day, I just came out of the company and was surrounded by a large group of reporters, and they asked her about the matter between her and Mo Zifei.

"Liu Mengmeng, have you and Asa really broken up?"

"Miss Liu, because of you, you are drunk every day, don't you worry about him at all?"
To be continued...