Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yue Tingfeng laughed, "You can do whatever you want with me, I'll do whatever I want."

Yan Qingsi is speechless ...

Yue Tingfeng's chest was warm and powerful, and Yan Qingsi was a little breathless due to the male hormones emanating from him: "I tell you what we are going to do, do you really want to listen?"

Yue Tingfeng pulled down the zipper of Yan Qingsi's shirt, revealing the small black strap inside, and he twitched his fingers and pulled it, telling that the strap was pulled off her shoulder.

He bowed his head and kissed his white, round shoulders, opened his mouth, and bit him slightly.

"I don't want to say what you want to say. When I finish sleeping with you, go back and ask my mother, and set it out in minutes. I don't need to waste time on you."

"The two of us, I think, it's better to let me meet you first, save you to go back and watch the video in vain."

Yan Qingsi ...

"Stop ... Stop ... You're so bad, really!"

Yue Tingfeng smiled, pulled up Yan Qingsi to take off her jacket, and threw it away. She pushed the small strap to the neck by the way: "I didn't feel bad, I think it's good, especially ... sleep you Feel better. "

Yue Tingfeng's gangster's shameless appearance made Yan Qingsi want to bite him for a minute: "Are you shameless and addicted?"

Yue nodded, listening to the wind and taking off Yan Qingsi pants, nodding: "Of course addictive, if I have a little face, can you lie under me now? It's still 3 hours before dawn, and the sun is rising ,You sleep……"

Yan Qing vomited blood in a gaseous tone: "You ..."

Yue Tingfeng's long arm was pulled, Yan Qingsi's loose track pants were pulled off, a pair of thin white straight legs were exposed, Yue Tingfeng narrowed his eyes, his eyes became dark, and his breathing lost his rhythm control.

"Oh, baby, don't you want to do this, my brother can do it for you." He had a hoarse voice, showing a forbearable depression.

Yan Qingsi, I ... by ...

She pushed Yue Tingfeng's chin and asked, "Did you really discuss it?"

Yue Tingfeng grabbed her hand, put it near her mouth, and bit her a bit: "What kind of videos have you watched? Are there any discussions? Any other discussions?"

Yan Qingsi gritted her teeth. "Actually, is this an excuse?"

Yue nodded, no hesitation and no shyness and admitted: "Of course an excuse ... I want to sleep with you, can I sleep without an excuse?"

"Stop talking nonsense, wasting time."

After talking down, blocking Yan Qingsi's lips, she pried open her teeth and drilled in.

Yan Qingsi knew that she must have escaped tonight. She scratched her back after Yue heard the wind: "windows, windows ..."

Yue Tingfeng raised her head: "Well, really ... you want to come by the window, that line ..."

"No, who told you this, go and close the curtains, I don't want to be photographed, hurry ..."

How many celebrity romances are now on the curtains, she can not want someone to write a vase actress tomorrow, but also a macho, just care about rolling sheets, and forget to pull the curtains.

Yue Tingfeng reluctantly got out of bed and pulled the curtains. He found that it seemed that a car was actually parked outside, which seemed strange.

Yue Tingfeng was wondering, and she heard Yan Qingsi say, "Hurry up, it's almost dawn, do you want to sleep?"

Yue Tingfeng's mouth twitched, did the style of painting suddenly change?

He turned his head: "Think ... of course ..."