Demon President, please don't touch me

013 Duanmumu, a prostitute who is as good as anyone, left behind those words, and walked towards the boarding gate regardless of the expressions of the people behind him.

Do you want to relieve your anger?In fact, she really didn't feel it, but felt an indescribable sourness in her heart, as if she had been knocked over a five-flavored bottle.

She didn't know why she cared about his affection with another woman, it was just uncomfortable anyway, think about it, it must be because of face, right?After all, she is his wife now, even if it's just a name, he has no right to humiliate her like this.

In the luxurious cabin, everything is available. This is the luxury of the rich. Duanmumu sat on the white leather sofa, looked down at the magazine in front of him, his face was calm, and in the bedroom not far away, there was a wave of She turned a deaf ear to another wave of weird voices.

"... Ah! Chen... I feel so uncomfortable, hurry up... Ah... Chen, I want to..."

The unrestrained calls repeated, like buzzing flies, would really destroy one's mood. Finally, Duanmumu couldn't bear it anymore, and turned on the dv on one side to let the music flow out...

"Sweet honey, you smile sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..." It was Teresa Teng's voice, it was so long ago, but it still touched people's hearts, but it fell into Duanmu's ear at this moment, but it was not a sweet taste.

He said on the day of his wedding that he would make her atone for her mistakes, so the humiliation he gave her now is also one of the ways he wants to atone!

Duanmumu looked at the white clouds outside the window in a daze, and didn't notice that the door of the bedroom had opened silently. The man heard the music, his noble and handsome eyebrows were knit together, and he closed it with a snap. Hear the sound of rushing air.

She didn't move, but her heart ran wildly like a thousand horses, and the hand holding the milk was slowly tightening.

"Why is the music on?" Leng Anchen came over, and turned her slender fingers over her face at once, her dark eyes were covered with a layer of ice, hunting for the flickering light, dangerous and unpredictable.

Duanmumu was forced to look at him. At this moment, Leng Anchen only wrapped his lower body with a bath towel, and the purple marks on his chest were clear and dazzling. She raised the corners of her lips, "Because music is more comfortable than noise."

"Really?" He smiled strangely and moved closer to her. The smell of having sex with a woman rushed into her breath, making her stomach churn and want to gag. "Since you think it's noise, why don't you come here?" Make a nice one and let her learn from it?"

Leng Anchen embraced her slender waist, pulled her into his arms, sprayed hot breath on her face, causing her pores to expand rapidly, and at the same time, she clearly felt a hard object being poked in her lower abdomen , she immediately froze, "Let go of me, bastard!"

"Let go?" His lips swept across her cheeks, and the smooth touch like suet white jade made him greedy, "Honey, this is our honeymoon, and the old lady told me to love you well!"

He stroked her frightened little face with his fingers, and his ambiguous tone was mixed with a bit of evil.

"Take your dirty hands away," Duanmumu said, as soon as she thought that her hand had just touched another woman, she wished she could open her mouth and bite him off.

"Do you think I'm dirty?" His tone suddenly became serious, and Yin Ying's eyes flashed with a hunting light, as if he was about to swallow her alive.

"Yes, you are dirty, dirty makes me sick," Duanmumu raised his head, his back straightened.

"Say it again!" The man was completely annoyed.

"Leng Anchen, you are dirty, you are basically a prostitute who can do whatever you want..." Before Duanmumu finished cursing, his lips warmed up, and the kiss mixed with other people's saliva swallowed her up.