Ji Shaoheng glanced at her, raised his feet to the wardrobe, he opened the cabinet, which was full of clothes he had put here before.
He didn't like to wear ties, so he left all his spare ties in the cupboard.
Now, however, it has been neatly hung up, even the color is distinguished.
Although there were hourly workers before, they would not move his clothes, so Fang Yaqing should have arranged them for him.
His mood has a moment of complexity, from inside casually took a shirt, was about to put on the body, saw Fang Yaqing a dart to rush up.
Fang Yaqing grabbed one side of his shirt and looked at him coolly: "Yan Hao has no time. You can ask others to send you clothes."
Ji Shaoheng pulled, the other side was tightly pulled by Fang Yaqing, saw that she had pulled out the fold, Ji Shaoheng did not intend to wear this.
As soon as he let go of his hand, Fang Yaqing lost his balance and stepped back a few steps. His leg was against the bed, and the whole person fell on the bed.
Ji Shaoheng hook lips a smile, from the wardrobe again took a dress to put on.
Fang Yaqing was furious: "Ji Shaoheng!"
Ji Shaoheng turned to look at her and said with a bad smile: "I have put it on. If you have the ability, you can take it off."
Fang Yaqing's face was so cold that she stared at him coldly. Seeing the bright smile on the man's face, she clenched her fingers.
Ji Shaoheng buttoned up the button, and then spread his hands: "come on, you pick it, I won't yell."
Fang Yaqing:
When did his skin get so thick?
Ji Shaoheng squeezed her eyes: "don't pick me down, don't regret it."
Fang Yaqing only felt something choked in her throat. She threw the shirt in her hand and put it on his face. She cursed: "no face!"
Ji Shaoheng pulled off the clothes on his head and threw them on the ground with a bad smile.
Seeing him like this, Fang Yaqing's alarm bell rings in her heart and wants to get out of bed, but she is still a little slow.
Ji Shaoheng put his hands on her side, bent down and glared at her: "do you want to know what is shameless?"
Fang Yaqing's two hands against the bed behind her, supporting her body, she sat half lying.
The breath of man's speech spurted on her face. She didn't look at his handsome face close at hand: "I don't want to know."
Ji Shaoheng pinched her chin, let her face himself: "then I will take action?"
Fang Yaqing's eyes seemed to burst out fire: "you dare!"
"What am I afraid of?" With that, Ji Shaoheng moved forward a few inches and even pressed his lips.
Fang Yaqing widened her pupils in horror and fell on the bed to avoid his lips.
Ji Shaoheng is also under the pressure of the body, male up female posture, looks very ambiguous.
Fang Yaqing's legs were too much for him to move. She pushed him with both hands. He was like a towering mountain, and he didn't move.
She gritted her teeth and said, "get up!"
Ji Shaoheng's mouth rippled with a unique smile: "I came up to pick up my clothes, and you followed me up. Don't you want to peek at my clothes and revisit my old love by the way?"
Fang Yaqing spat at him: "don't be sentimental!"
Ji Shaoheng did not get angry, the smile on his face remained unchanged, his head buried in her neck, gently rubbed against, wiped away a little saliva star son on the face.
He took a deep breath: "really fragrant."
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