Chapter 172： wedding night

Chapter 172 Wedding Night

"I picked them all just now?"

"Yes ma'am." Uncle Xun nodded.

Actually, Wen Qing just wanted to send Shang Yinghan some lychees that she participated in picking just now.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Xun sent her picks separately.

This means that she picked them all by herself.

Uncle Xun knocked on the door and opened it, then made a gesture of invitation, Wen Qing went in with a lychee, behind him, Uncle Xun carefully closed the door.

The study room is very large, almost surprisingly large.

Seeing the man sitting behind the desk, she walked over with her slippers on, and then put the fruit plate with lychees on the desk: "Uncle Wu, eat lychees."

Shang Yinghan leaned back and took off the anti-blue light glasses on the bridge of his nose.

When his eyes fell on her, he darkened for a moment.

"Washed?" He asked casually.

Wen Qing thought he was asking if the lychee had been washed, and said with a smile: "Of course I washed it, it's clean, if you don't believe me, try it, it's very sweet."

His eyes darkened even more.

He raised his hand and loosened the cuff button, and said, "Come here."

Wen Qing didn't think much, walked around his desk and came to him. As soon as she approached, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down, and then she fell into his arms.

She didn't prepare at all, and his kiss fell.

Just a light kiss.

When they separated, he bit her lip, she frowned in pain, and his deep voice came from her ear:

"It's really sweet."

Wen Qing just took a shower, no makeup on her face, and no skin care products applied on her face, her face was still crystal clear, but her cheeks were already blushing.

Placing her hands on his chest, she explained shamefully and angrily, "Uncle Wu, I'm talking about litchi."

"I thought you were inviting me to have a taste..." His fiery eyes rested on her delicate lips.

Wen Qing wanted to get up from his arms, but his arms were tightly bound around her waist like iron, she was afraid of losing the **** pajamas inside, so she covered her chest with her hands, trying to divert his gaze: "The litchi is in the back Picked from the garden, very sweet."

He supported her waist and made her sit up, sitting on his lap.

Wen Qing was about to get up immediately, but he held it down: "It's very sweet."

There is a sweet smell in the air, mixed with a touch of cedar, and mixed with the faint scent of candles...

Wen Qing felt the changes in his body and was a little nervous. Wanting to divert his attention, she reached out and took a lychee, peeled the shell and fed it to his mouth: "Uncle Wu, try it."

He opened his mouth and bit it.

Lychee with thick and bright flesh, very sweet, but not too sweet.

"I haven't eaten lychees from the backyard this year. This is the first one." He said.

Wen Qing's heart beats fast: "Is it sweet?"

He threw the nub aside, clasped the back of her head and kissed her, still just tasted it, and asked her instead: "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet." She just felt that her breathing was almost difficult.

The face moved a little away from him, but it was useless, as long as she was in his arms, it was difficult for her to calm down. The faint scent of cedar lingered on the tip of her nose, and the sweet breath on her body was being slowly swallowed by the breath on his body.

Look at Shang Yinghan again.

She interpreted the look on his face as: addicted and intoxicated.

He kisses her addictively.

Wen Qing is still very willing to get close to him at this time, but he is afraid in his heart. But not afraid of him, but afraid of what may happen at any time next. The first time was in an unconscious state, relying entirely on the memories of the next day, but there was no clear feeling.

But if it happens again, after getting used to him, this kind of thing will always become a routine process in the future...

Think about this.

She suddenly mustered up her courage, and slowly climbed up his shoulders with two snow-white lotus root arms, slowly approaching him, every movement was extremely cautious.

Her almond eyes stared at his lips, because her heartbeat was so fast, her eyelashes seemed to be trembling.

But she has achieved this level, and she can't back down.

So she lowered her head slowly and kissed his lips actively.

The first time she took the initiative, Shang Yinghan didn't expect it.

He just raised his jaw slightly, and there was no other movement.

Wen Qing thought that he only needed to take the initiative and leave the rest to him, but after taking the initiative, he found that he had to continue to take the initiative, and he didn't respond at all.

The next second, Shang Yinghan leaned back to avoid the kiss.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, he was hugged by Shang Yinghan and stood up.

He put her on the desk behind him, stood between her legs, and leaned towards her in an oppressive posture. She heard his hoarse voice:

"Smell light."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Wen Qing said tremblingly, "I, I know."

His eyes darkened, and he stared at her closely, as if staring at the most delicious prey.

She didn't show any fear, all the vivid little expressions were interpreted together, but it was just nervous, yes, she was too nervous, so nervous that her whole body was tense.

He put his forehead against her forehead: "Relax."

Wen Qing wanted to cry, she was not a master of love, she couldn't let go, so she was nervous, and she was getting more and more nervous, with no possibility of relaxing.

Shang Yinghan reached her waist with his hand, and seemed to find something, and slowly tore off the belt around her waist.

Smell light breathing stagnant.

"Prepared for me?" His hand wandered outside, and he didn't make any next move.

Wen Qing tightened her collar, duplicity: "No."

He chuckled softly: "That's what you prepared for yourself?"

Wen Qing puffed her cheeks: "Yes, I prepared it for myself, can't I?"

At the critical moment, she still couldn't control her nonsense mouth. She knew what he wanted to hear, but she refused to say it.

He reached out and grabbed her chin, and lifted it up, forcing her to look at him.

He coaxed her and said, "Hey, tell me what I want to hear."

Wen Qing felt that her neck was raised too high, she was uncomfortable, and wanted to take his hand away, but he suddenly kissed her, but this time it was no longer a shallow one, his kiss was very deep.

It took a while.

Wait for him to let go.

Wen Qing's weak voice surrendered: "Yes, it's for you."

His voice became very serious: "Have you thought about it yet?"

Wen Qing hesitated.

"You still have room for regret," he said.

Wen Qing no longer hesitated, and took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck: "I've made up my mind."

I have thought about it since I got married.

Sooner or later, it is better to hurry up.

But her response didn't make Shang Yinghan lose control, he just kissed her forehead, very restrained.

Wen Qing looked at him suspiciously, and couldn't help asking a cheap question: "Uncle Wu, can't you?"

Shang Yinghan's eyes darkened.

Wen Qing's expression wrinkled together: "Uncle Wu, I didn't mean that."

He took off the watch on his wrist and put it on the table, "Want to know?"

She froze for a moment: "Huh?"

"Ok?"

"..."

He put his hand behind her, "Do you know what I was thinking just now?"

She shook her head.

How do I know.

She can't read minds.

He whispered in her ear: "I'm thinking, should I go here or go to the wedding room."

Wen Qing swallowed his saliva.

"Do you like the layout of the wedding room?" He asked one after another.

Wen Qing nodded and said he liked it.

He smiled: "Just like it."

Before she was ready, he directly hugged her horizontally: "Then go back to the wedding room."

(end of this chapter)