Ling Xiaohan seizes the opportunity, holds her hands on both sides of her body and presses them strongly to form an indestructible shackle, which makes the little woman under her body completely unable to move.
"Ling Xiaohan, I warn you..."
Don't want to listen to her little mouth say what angry words, Ling Xiaohan bent over her lips, without hesitation.
"Well..." All words are swallowed up by this domineering and powerful kiss.
"You bastard."
Ji Qianchen pushes him away with both hands and turns his mouth to one side.
The lips that have been kissed are bright and lustrous, and there is a sense of sexuality.
Looking down at the thin angry man, thin lips light hook: "now I really will give you a roll word, but roll the bed sheet roll."
As soon as the words fell, Ling Xiaohan tore off her belt and trousers.
Trough!
It's true to say get out!
"Ling Xiaohan, just finished eating, I'm not in the mood to roll with you." Ji Qianchen pulled the tape up to try to get out of his body.
If she goes on like this, she'll get rid of a baby one day. Besides, she doesn't want to stay with him for long.
Ling Xiao's cold big palm scoops up, hoops her slender waist.
The clothes fell from behind.
"Exercise after meals is helpful for gastrointestinal peristalsis and digestion."
Digest your sister!
A kick in the past.
He seemed to have expected that, with his long legs raised, he pushed her sneaky feet down.
She is like the fish on the chopping board. He can kill her. She has no power to fight back.
Finally, when the obstacles were removed, he began the so-called "after dinner sports" with more unbridled.
The fluffy European style big bed rises and falls, accompanied by the bright afternoon sunshine outside the window, which makes people have an indescribable sleepiness.
It's very unpopular.
Ji Qianchen finally fell asleep tired.
From the first joy to the last weariness.
Three hours in the middle, it's worth it.
Looking at Ji Qianchen who has no movement.
Ling Xiao was inflamed with cold.
That's how the dead woman didn't want to do it with him?
Suddenly there was no interest in going on. I got down from her and took a shower in the bathroom.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Ji Qianchen wakes up and opens his eyes.
Ling Xiaohan is no longer in the house.
Open the quilt and get up. The new kissing marks on the body cover the unsmoothed kissing marks, one on top of the other.
The pain of her body really reminded her how many times the wolf asked her.
What a chicken!
If it goes on like this, the bastard will be killed sooner or later.
Drag the exhausted body to the bathroom to wash it.
Go downstairs in a housecoat.
As usual, the housekeeper reported: "little madam, the dinner in the kitchen is ready. I'll ask Mama Zhang to bring it out."
"Well, how about Ling Xiaohan?"
The family is very strange and even cold. She always wants to ask where Ling Xiaohan is.
"The young master has returned to the company."
"Well."
Sitting at the table, the rich dinner has been served.
She poked at the white rice in the bowl with chopsticks, but she had no appetite at all.
After marriage, she became a pig in a pigsty, and Ling Xiaohan was a pig farmer.
"Honey, honey, momada..."
The phone rings.
She dropped her chopsticks and picked up her mobile phone on the table.
Caller ID: favorite husband.
Poof
Who changed the remark.
She clearly set up a slag man.
Is it Ling Xiaohan?
Besides him, I can't think of anyone else.
Pick up the phone. There comes Lingxiao's cold, deep and pleasant voice.
"Have you eaten?"
"What are you doing with my remarks?"
Even if it's changed, what's your favorite husband? He's not disgusting.
"This is more suitable."
Bah!
I really want to kill him with a mouthful of salt soda, but can I still order his face.