The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 708 The wealthy lady vs the money-grubbing lover 31
There is no doubt that Yan Zhuang is on fire, and it is a mess.

On the Internet, his peerless face is overwhelming. When his white and slender fingertips slide over the page little by little, he is especially beautiful. The smile at the corner of his mouth when he finally parted is also very beautiful and sentimental.

"3 minutes, I want all the news about this little brother!!"

"Aww, what kind of fairy face is this, I love it, love it,"

"Whose signed artist is this? Come on, where's V Bo? I want to pay attention, I want to pay attention!!"

……

Xihe had to open a studio.

Yan Zhuang huddled with her in a small nest, smiling sideways: "Are you sure, it's just me?"

Xihe nodded while asking for someone from her father: "Yes, the whole company praises you alone, are you happy?"

The corners of Yan Zhuang's mouth gradually turned up, his eyes were full of smiles, his heart was full, and he couldn't help holding him in his arms, bit by bit, from the eyes to the tip of the nose, rolling on his lips: "Happy, but ……not enough."

Xihe stared instantly, this is not enough, what else do you want?

Yan Zhuang kissed Xihe's face, biting her lip: "What I want...don't my wife know? Hmm?"

Straighten your back and let her feel how passionate he is towards her.

Xihe: ...

Pushing his face away in shame and indignation,
Yan Zhuang clasped him in his arms, biting his smooth and tender neck carefully: "My wife~ is it okay?"

Crash, the documents on the sofa fell to the floor, the two of them rolled on the sofa, Yan Zhuang grabbed her waist and pressed down, pinched that face, and kissed her red lips.

The sunlight outside the window shone in, and the indoor temperature gradually increased.

Xihe leaned on the sofa, watched the boy take off his clothes little by little, and put his hands on the belt buckle... His face turned red little by little, and he couldn't help but look away.

suddenly,

Yan Zhuang stopped moving,

He led her to sit up, put his hand on the lock, and coaxed: "Honey, help me."

With a strong masculine breath in front of him, Xihe's fingertips gradually curled up, and finally he resigned to his fate, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand...Yan Zhuang grasped the slender instep, kissed him sideways, and said with a smile in his eyes, "I love you so much."

Xihe: "..."

Biting his lip, tears welled up at the end of his eyes.

Yan Zhuang let go of his feet with a smile, leaned over and hugged her in his arms, skin to skin, and sighed contentedly: "I really want to stay in time and be with you forever." Seeing that her voice was hoarse, he opened a bottle of water and poured it into his mouth. Then transfer it to her.

Xihe: ...

With a flushed face, he swallowed in small mouthfuls.

A smile flashed across Yan Zhuang's eyes, and his movements became more gentle: "Honey, do you like me? Do you love me?"

At this moment, Xihe's mind was in a state of confusion, and it's no wonder that she could have any ideas. Yan Zhuang was dissatisfied immediately, and carried her to the mirror, forcing her to look in the mirror, with the same face flushed, and the same eyes only seeing each other.

Yan Zhuang leaned against Xihe's face and kissed her: "Are we getting more and more husband-like?"

Xihe bit her lip, just wanting to stop her broken mouth: "You, can you shut up?"

Yan Zhuang chuckled: "Okay, stop talking and work hard."

Xihe: ...

Night came,

The city's neon lights flicker,
The bedside lamp was slightly on, and Xihe lay prone on the bed, his waist limp and rotten like mud: "I, I'm hungry."

Yan Zhuang bent down and kissed the snow-white back, found her hand, interlocked his fingers, and said without mercy: "What do you want to eat?"

Xihe whimpered, and buried her face in the quilt: "It's all right."

"All right?"

The man gave a smirk.

Xihe raised her head in a daze, and what she saw was the man's condescending handsome face.

Xihe: "..."

(End of this chapter)