The old man was very confident, "Hey, I'm a big fan of President Wen. I love deeply, love hard, have one purpose, fight at the end of the bed, and fight at the end of the bed. I know best how to bring together young couples for flash marriages."

""Dong Ma feels that the iron fans are too confident.

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In the room, a tall man stood beside the bed, a soft ball on the bed, and the warm breath he exhaled was fragrant.

She liked to sleep on her stomach, and he noticed carefully that her curves were lifted up, her little hands were curled softly in her ink-like hair, and her little face was white and delicate, with a layer of pink.

I have to say that she looks very good, pure, delicate and charming.

Breathing heavily in his chest, he couldn't help but raise his hand and pull off his tie. Under his noble shirt, the texture tightened slightly.

There is no computer in the house, isn't she here to draw?

The man lay down along the little woman's body. This was the first time he held her and slept.

Before, I would sit on the sofa in the bedroom, behaving in a romantic and polite manner.

It was unexpectedly soft. When the male fingers grasped something, he picked it up and saw the tail on her clothes.

There are also ears on the hat.

The man lifted the quilt and saw clearly what she was wearing. Her vision suddenly became dark. How dare she mean this?

There was an inexplicable fire in his mind, which shot into his chest and spread down to his limbs.

Something is wrong.

The man rolled his Adam's apple and immediately thought of the soup given by Dongma. He was so sharp that he almost instantly thought of who was responsible.

He felt a headache, but his eyes grew hotter. He pressed his eyebrows, lowered his head, pressed his thin lips to the woman's mouth, and kissed her gently and hard...

Wen Ning was woken up by the kiss. When his breathing was suffocated, he pushed against a hard 'wall' in a daze.

She suddenly woke up, her watery eyes widened, and there was a black shadow above her head, "Who are you?"

"It's me." The man smiled lowly and said hoarsely.

"What are you doing?" Wen Ning realized his kiss and suddenly remembered the woman's phone call and the woman in his car. Her face turned cold and she pushed him away violently.

Thinking she was frightened, the man held her weak wrist and smiled lowly, "You dress like this and invite me to a hotel like this. What do you think I will do, eh, young mistress?"

Wen Ning said displeased, "Why did I invite you here? It's obviously you who asked me to bring you something. Let's not talk about this for now. You get up first!"

"What if I say no?" He pressed her.

Wen Ning couldn't breathe. At the same time, he felt that his body temperature was strange and his muscles were bursting with strength.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Don't touch my forehead." The man picked up her soft little hand.

Wen Ning put it on and it was horribly hot!

He held up his arms and looked at her with dark eyes and a flickering fire, "The old lady tricked me into drinking the soup."

"I drank during the party, which made things worse. What do you want me to do, young mistress?"

He leaned down to her earlobe and took a deep breath.

Wen Ning was stunned. Was it the same situation as the night he first met him?

She frowned and pushed him, trying to get the needle pack, but then she realized she wasn't at home.

Wen Ning said seriously, "You go take a shower first and I'll think of a solution."

"What can I do, huh?" He hugged her slender waist with his long arms, his head resting on her small shoulders, and said in a muffled voice, "The baby is more than a month old."


Chapter completed!