Chapter 2090

The neckline of the nightdress is slightly large, and a faint gully is quietly sending out temptation.

Slightly wet hair tip naughty fall in the chest position, with her action from time to time gently brush, so that Su Mo cold heart inexplicably itch up.

Xu is his eyes are too hot, originally did not notice Ye Fei this will also reflect.

But she did not hide, but sat a few minutes away from Su Mo Han.

"Is this the company's monitoring? How could you have it? "

"Yes." Su Mo Han gently answered, and her eyes were like growing on the body of Ye Fei, which could not be moved.

"It's over for one day. Can I have another day?" Ye Fei spoke softly.

"Yes."

Seeing his eyes burning hot, ye Fei didn't understand what he was thinking. In addition to today's daytime, she didn't let him touch her for nearly two years. He didn't want to be strange.

Seeing that he answered but did not move, ye Fei got up on purpose and leaned over him slightly. She reached out and slid her hand on the touchpad for a while and chose a new date.

Seeing her approaching, Su Mo Han's breathing was short of breath. As soon as she lifted her eyes, the woman's slender waist and her small buttocks swayed in front of him, leaving his brain blank.

After finding the next day's video again, ye Feifei ordered to play it well.

Just about to sit back, a pair of big hands suddenly hugged her and pressed her directly on his lap.

Ye Feiwei Zheng, turned her head to look at the man beside her and said softly, "Song Yichen..."

Su Mohan came back to his senses and realized what he was sitting on.

Only today he tasted his taste, so that he couldn't stop. He couldn't satisfy his craving at all. Instead, he became more and more greedy.

But he doesn't like his present identity very much. Yes, he doesn't like song Yichen's identity very much now!

Just think of the woman in front of him to accept another man, just like a fishbone stuck in his throat, unable to pull out, unable to swallow.

Ye Fei also looked at him, clearly aware of her body belongs to his heat.

Turning slightly, he whispered, "do you have a fever?"

A word just falls, leaf imperial concubine did not get answer, had been in front of the man to turn over to press on sofa.

Because the clothes are very thin, Su Mo Han's hand easily along the bottom of her nightdress, stop in her chest, hard knead up.

At the same time, the other big hand along her back waist into her underwear, a little bit faded down

Ye Fei's face is a little red. After all, she is on the sofa in the living room. The sofa is small, and the light is not turned off at the moment. It's really embarrassing.

Su Mo Han drooped her eyes, eager and rude, with a touch of revenge and punishment, crazy to her several times.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and ye Fei is lying on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket.

Su Mohan is sitting on the floor, the buttons of his shirt have been torn off. If you look closely, you can find that two of them have been torn off. He has a cigarette in his left hand, and his eyes fall on the cup of the tea table. He doesn't know what he is thinking.

Ye Fei stretched out her small foot from under the blanket and kicked his left arm. She said, "don't smoke in the room..."

Su Mo Han turned his head, glanced at her, took another puff and pinched the cigarette.

Get up to have a look at the lazy Ye Fei, a small face red with unspeakable loveliness.

She stood up, pulled her blanket down and said, "go back to your room and sleep."