Chapter 32

He finally let me go back to my room to take a bath.

When I took a bath, my chest heaved and I found that I was angry.

Why are you angry?

I found a terrible fact, I and sang Qi stay for a long time, I became the heroine of Qiongyao Li, fragile and sensitive.

Sometimes he is beautiful, I look at him more and want to cry.

His skin color is not particularly white, but it is not black, even now in the snow-white pillow, he does not feel disobedient.

"I'm going to spend 10 million. Can't I get value for money?" The pillow was so soft that his whole face almost sank into the white pillow.

"Call the women who are waiting on you tonight and ask them why so many people don't serve Mr. sang well. They still have to come back to harass me at night."

"What do you want a phone for?"

I can't bear to open my eyes and stretch out a hand to her: "call me!"

As soon as I closed my eyes, he held my cheek and rolled his lips over my eyelids.

After an hour of fighting with him, I was sleepy and tired.

So there was almost no suspense this evening. Of course, he didn't roll to his room. Instead, he squeezed into my wider and slightly crowded bed.

I'm a pregnant woman and I have to rest early, so neither of us has the potential to stay up late.

He's a dragon in the crowd, and he'll be able to manage everything tomorrow.

It's one o'clock.

There is a bell tower not far from his residential area. There is a faint bell ringing.

"Am I teasing you? Mr. sang, your nerve line is too weak. "

He immediately grabbed my finger and raised his eyebrow: "if you can't give me food, don't tease me."

His chest muscles were well developed, and I poked them with my fingers. They were like two square loaves, and they were quite elastic.

I noticed his neck and didn't find any kisses or anything.

I could see a little nudity in his chest.

"A powerful man plays a rascal on me. As a little girl, I really can't help it."

"If you think you can escape, you can."

Shamelessly, he pulled down the belt of his robe and wrapped me in his robe.

Before I left him half a step away, he held me up and pulled me back.

Late at night, I was too lazy to fight with him. I pushed his hand away and said, "I'm going to sleep by myself tonight. Go back to your room."

"I have more than enough heart but less strength. My physical condition is limited. Otherwise, I would be the first one to climb."

"Well said, I'll give you a chance to climb now, but you won't."

Occasionally flatter him, but feel not used to.

But I've always been a dog who can't spit Ivory out of his mouth. I seldom flatter him.

He seemed surprised that I would say that.

"It's normal for me to be jealous. After all, sang is so good. So many women want to climb into your bed, and I'm no exception."

"I feel a little jealous when you ask me that."

He turned off the hair dryer and asked, bending down, face to my face, nose to my nose, we were so close that each other looked at each other with cockeyes.

But sometimes it's like a devil, subverting my best fantasy of the world.

He is sometimes a particularly beautiful image in my mind.

He was wearing a white nightgown, which was very illusory in my world.

"Which women use these?" I couldn't help looking up and asking him, the wind in his hair dryer blew into my eyes, and I felt that the world in front of me became blurred, especially him.

"I don't think these women are too hard to use."

"It's no use, I don't know." I'll be honest.

He was asked to buy it.

He laughed and his slender fingers danced in my hair: "do these skin care products work well?"

"The bathroom is yours, too."

He shook away my hand and continued to blow my hair: "you lent me your bathroom for nothing. It's a gift in return for blowing your hair."

I was so flattered that I pressed his hand: "Mr. Tony, I can't afford your hairdressing."

He felt my wet hair, then pulled open the drawer of the dresser, took out the hair dryer from inside and plugged it in to help me blow my hair.

He seems to be in a slightly better mood. He's really a dog's temper. If he says he's going to turn over, he'll turn over.

It's already after midnight. Fortunately, my mind is strong enough, otherwise I would be scared out of my wits by him.

I looked at the mirror of their own stupefied, cold not Ding looked up, his cheek next to a person's face.

They sold me two million yuan. As a result, my contribution was too small.During the period of decorating he Cong's house, I wish I could save the bark and devote all my money to his villa.

These skincare products are not mine. I seldom use them. It's not that I don't want to use them or how good my skin is. It's that I can't afford them.

He really went into the bathroom to take a bath. I was sitting in front of the dresser, staring at the bottles on the table.

"I can see but I can't eat. I'm afraid I'll get your nosebleed out." I turned my back to him and said, "if you want to take a bath, go to the bathroom. Don't affect my sleep."

I clenched the neckline with my hand, and he sneered coldly: "at least it's my child's mother. Why be so stingy?"

He stood beside me, because he was tall, so I could see the scenery in my collar when I looked down a little.

"I don't have your fragrance in the bathroom of my room." He regarded numbness as fun. He stood up with his pajamas in his hand and came to me.

I can't help but smile and ask him, "don't you have a bathroom in your room?"

"You think too much. I'm here to take a bath." He had his pajamas on the sofa next to him.

"Mr. sang, I thought you let me go."

It seems that my door doesn't exist. I don't need to lock it in the future.

Sang Qi sat on my sofa with her legs up and her hands on the armrest, looking up at me.

After a slow bath, wrapped in a bath towel, I didn't even bother to wipe my wet hair, so I came out of the bathroom.

Angry that his collar has a woman's lipstick, angry that he has a vulgar taste of powder, or angry that his lips are left with other women's lipstick but come to kiss me?

"Only state officials are allowed to set fire, and people are not allowed to light lamps? I've been talking about the women at night. " There was some dissatisfaction in his voice.

"What did I set fire to? I went to the duck shop tonight and was caught by Mr. sang, or what? " It is clear that I am sleeping soundly in my own bed, but I suffer from reckless disaster for no reason.

"If you really want to go to the duck shop, there is still a little fresh meat with higher quality in it that you insult. But you know it's a scum man, but you have to pretend to be a whiny man and ask me for help. At the summer solstice, I suddenly don't know how to evaluate you."