Chapter 1816

Then he hung up his coat.

Mo Yiheng hugs her from behind and kisses her shoulder, "who did you go with before?"

Fang Jiamei held his hand and tilted her head. "With Zicong, I had no friends at that time, just him."

Mo Yiheng squinted, looked at her round chin, reached for a punitive pinch, "listen, how do you feel like a pity?"

Fang Jiamei sighed, turned to hook his neck, looked up at him, "Mo Yiheng, you say you are so old, how can you be so jealous? You used to have so many girlfriends that I didn't say anything. "

There's really nothing to do with him.

Mo Yiheng bent down to hold her up. Fang Jiamei's legs clamped his waist, and his hand held her buttocks. This kind of action between lovers seems to be as natural as countless times.

Mo Yiheng stares at her clear eyes with a low voice, "that's because you don't care about me, otherwise how can you not be jealous."

Love a person, how can not mind other people's position in her heart.

Fang Jiamei's heart seems to have been knocked, pain to acerbity, took the initiative to kiss his lips, "I don't care, you are my husband, I'm not jealous, just because I believe you won't do something sorry for me, you have to believe me."

When on earth can they be completely Frank together?

When is the protective layer he wears in his heart willing to take off?

Mo Yiheng bent his lips, looked at her eyes with a little smile, "but spiritual infidelity is also a kind of infidelity, I don't like you have others in your heart."

Fang Jiamei couldn't help laughing, holding his face in her hands, but she said, "Mo Yiheng, how naive are you? Before also said that anything does not want, now so domineering, the man is really the same

Mo Yiheng holds her step forward, Fang Jiamei's back against the wall, two people closer, his lips kiss her neck skin, gentle and delicate.

"Then tell me, how much do I occupy in your heart?" He opened his mouth low, with a bit of caution.

Fang Jiamei hugged his neck and leaned lightly on his shoulder

More than she thought.

Mo Yiheng smiles and walks towards the bedroom with her in his arms. In the twinkling of an eye, he presses her on the bed and kisses her fiercely

"Well..." Fang Jiamei pushed him, "I haven't eaten yet."

Mo Yiheng pulled off his tie, put his big hand into her skirt, stroked her smooth skin, licked her earlobe, and said in a low voice, "eat you first, prove that I'm not old."

Huh?

Fang Jiamei was stunned for a moment, remembering what she had just said.

This man is so fond of revenge!

……

Night is slowly falling, but the city's heat has just begun.

Fang Jiacheng took a bath in the hotel room and went out with the room card.

Tomorrow is the last day of the cast. After finishing the shooting, I will enter another cast. It's a police and bandit movie, so I need to train the action drama in advance.

The hotel is uniformly ordered by the crew. It's opposite a resort, and the scenery is very good.

There is a small quiet bar on the other side of the lobby. Outside the large French windows, you can see the view of the garden outside, which is hazy by the light.

The breeze gently blows in, making people feel very comfortable.

Fang Jiacheng sat on the bar chair and ordered a glass of wine. He drank it slowly. Recently, he was a little stressed and didn't sleep very well.