Chapter 663

What is human? It's no wonder that he is more and more demanding of Tong en.

"What if she was like you?" All of a sudden, he said.

Meng Xiaochen felt that this was a disappointment, but he didn't dare to show it. He could only continue to hold him. Just about to say a word, the man said, "she won't, that's not her."

What flashed in front of her was the scene of Tong en slapping him and running out of glamour. When she slapped him, there were tears in her hands, and her hands were so cold Did Han Cheng find her? Did she go home? Did she hate him so much? Repeated questions collide back and forth in the mind.

The man is drooping the MOU, thin lip pulls to smile, he listens to pour not to seem to ache.

Her clavicle is burning.

"Jingting, Jingting..." She put her hand in his thick hair, and called his name finely, soft and sticky, and occasionally pointed, "pain, a little pain..."

Meng Xiaochen was at a loss. Suddenly, her clavicle hurt and her eyes widened. What would happen next passed quickly in her mind. She gasped and her mouth smelled of wine.

Perhaps this sound is completely consistent with the deep memory, the man bowed his head to block Meng Xiaochen's mouth again, soon opened his sharp eyes, tightly clasped her wrist, and made a fierce kiss on her clavicle.

Meng Xiaochen didn't have enough time and calmness to think about why he asked this kind of question at this time. Maybe alcohol confused her, maybe the man was too attractive, or maybe she had been waiting for a long time. She trembled and was a little confused: "hmm?"

The man's vision became dark and deep. He clenched her wrist and asked, "aren't you afraid?"

She didn't speak, but the micro expression revealed everything.

Wan Jingting approached her slowly and said with a low smile, "are you nervous? For the first time? "

The man immediately gets up and presses the woman beside the bed on the bed. Junyan gets close to him. Meng Xiaochen looks at the face that is close at hand and appears like a dream. His heart beats out of rhythm.

The man's handsome and steady face was intoxicated, and the breath was hot. Looking at her wriggling, it was opposite to just now, her timid little face was bright red. It's like a pretty face many years ago, asking him to sleep when he was drunk. It's like a face that has begun to show charm not long ago, deliberately intoxicating him and threatening him after going to bed. However, now that face, not only in the dead of night to look at him, but also in full view of the arrogant refused to bow, now not very good.

She stood at the end of the bed, afraid to move.

This man is too direct. Sometimes she doesn't know how to face him.

Meng Xiaochen raised his heart to his throat, combed his hair, squeezed out a smile, went to the table and poured a glass of wine. After drinking it, he took a deep breath: "Jingting, I, I don't know."

Then he opened her hand around his waist and went straight to the big bed. He seemed to realize that there was such a person as her. He raised his eyebrow and asked, "do you want to do it?"

The loose bathrobe soon slipped, revealing the round shoulder. The man frowned and suddenly savagely pulled open her bathrobe. The coldness and blood under his eyes didn't seem to be what a gentle man should have.

Meng Xiaochen seemed to feel something wrong with him. He opened his eyes and was scared by his eyes. He suddenly grabbed the collar of his bathrobe and said, "what's the matter with you, Jingting?"

At the moment, he is more like a beast awakened in the dark. His face is still that one, but he is gloomy and bloodthirsty, with the power of destruction.