Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

What's the shame of this little thing today?

"Hey..." Situ Chenjue deliberately took a step forward, and sure enough, the little thing was still looking at the ground, without paying attention, it hit him heavily.

It was so sweet and soft that it overwhelmed him almost immediately.

But he held back for the time being, the appetizer was not finished yet.

Frowning, he picked up her small body: "What did you put on your body? It's greasy, rub it all on me!"

Huanyan thought that the tyrant really has a lot of things to do, so she replied in a daze: "Moisturizing... skin lotion."

"It's disgusting, what you women use, wipe it off!"

"How do you wipe..."

She bit her lip. In fact, she was also hurt by him.

A tyrant is a tyrant, her nose is almost crooked, but the tyrant only cares about being put on body lotion by her.

"If you can't wipe it, you can wash it for me." He said domineeringly, without giving her any room to bargain.

Then lazily walked towards the huge fan-shaped bath beside him, stepped on the edge of the bath with one long leg, and called out loudly: "Thank you, mom, put me in hot water!"

"Yes." Xie Ma's voice came from afar.

Huanyan took a step back, her face full of vigilance like a deer's innocence: "I said...you have to wash it yourself, I'll go back first..."

Before the word "room" came out, he had already pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her beautiful lines from the waist down, and his voice was full of irresistible force, "If you don't want me Throw you out of the house like that ring, you'd better behave yourself."

She hesitated for a while, thinking of her mother's teary eyes, and her sister's hopelessness of falling into the sea, she finally gave in.

She has no way out.

She has no long possessions and was just an ordinary woman since she was a child.

Not smart or clever.

Nothing to depend on.

A broken woman.

The only thing he can rely on is his own body.

Although, this body has long been played with by the man in front of him.

So what else is she afraid of?

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She lowered her head, endured in silence, obediently poured the bath liquid on the palm of her hand, rubbed it a little, and looked at the man lightly: "How can I wash you if you don't lie down?"

"So proactive?" He smiled, stretched out his hand lazily, took off his bathrobe, and slowly walked into the bathtub.

I don't know what special ingredients have been added to this pool of water, showing an attractive champagne color. His handsome and perfect body is even more attractive under the cover of this color, just like the male god in ancient Greek mythology, a hero of strength and beauty. The perfect combination, evil but makes people fall into the abyss and never survive.

A strand of hair, which seemed to be wet by the water she splashed just now, slanted against the side of the temple.

Even more so, that face was as evil and charming as a dark night Shura, just looking at it would make people want to be fascinated.

...he looked even more handsome this way than he did that night in Paris.

How can a man have such an evil soul yet have such a perfect body?

God is so unfair.

Seeing a blush on her cheeks, the man curled his lips, smiled complacently, and waved his hand, "Why? Want to come and wash together?"

"Who would have thought... I'm not sick..." She lowered her head and murmured, but felt the man's murderous gaze, thinking that she was not Ye Huanyan, but Ye Xiaoyu.