Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

But this time, before her hand touched him, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a powerful palm...

A hoarse and deep male voice slowly rang out from the master bedroom: "Why, you thought I would secretly hurt Ji Lianjing, so you ran here non-stop to please me?! Heh~!!"

After vomiting violently, Yang Mifan became more conscious.

In the company at noon, although Mu Wanqing didn't say anything, he could see through her mind at a glance.

"..." Mu Wanqing couldn't help but suffocate after hearing what Yang Mufan said.

Where did she please him? !It's obviously just pure concern, okay?

Not wanting to talk nonsense with him, Mu Wanqing wanted to withdraw her hand and leave.

However, Yang Mufan's grip on her wrist was so strong that Mu Wanqing felt that her bones were about to be crushed by him.

Struggled for a while, but couldn't break free.

Mu Wanqing was a little annoyed: "Yang Mofan, why are you holding on to me?! Let go!! Take your paws away!!! Can you stop being so dark?! I think you are drunk, kindhearted Good intentions to take care of you, you actually..."

"Whoa~"

"Boom~"

Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly dragged away by an irresistible force.

After a whirlwind, when she came back to her senses, she had already fallen onto the big soft bed.

The cup in his hand fell heavily on the floor, and the lemonade in it spilled all over the bed and the floor...

Mu Wanqing didn't have time to organize her thoughts, admiring Fan's bulky body like Mount Tai, she eagerly suppressed it.

She was a little out of breath.

The slightly cold little hands were firmly on his hot and strong chest, trying to push the distance between the two of them with all their strength: "Ying Mufan, what are you doing, let me go..."

"Just taking care of me with good intentions?!" Yang Mufan looked down at her condescendingly, with a pair of sharp black eyes like sharp swords, tightly locked on her.

Being stared at by him made Mu Wanqing feel a little guilty.

Instinctively avoiding his slightly flushed face, avoiding his scorching breath mixed with the smell of alcohol, he pretended to be calm and said: "Yes, I just take care of you."

After hearing her explanation, Yang Mufan immediately curled his lips into a low smile, but there was no trace of a smile in his dark eyes.

He said: "Just wanting to take care of me, it's really not easy to sit in the lobby and wait until two o'clock in the morning."

The voice was deep and hoarse, magnetic and pleasant, but... full of sarcasm and sarcasm.

"..." After Mu Wanqing heard this, her breathing immediately became a little difficult.

She turned her face away in horror and looked at Yang Mufan: Does he know something? !

Admiring all the pupils that are as mysterious as the sea, he stared straight at her, seeing all of her expressions in his eyes.

The slender fingers with well-defined knuckles pinched her chin, turned her small face, and forced her to look into her own eyes.

Mu Wanqing didn't know whether it was because of Mi Fan's sharp gaze, or some other reason, she could hardly meet his gaze calmly.

Just about to resist angrily, who knows, his scorching lips fell eagerly without warning.

With his domineering and arrogance soaked in blood and blood, he sucked, sucked, and bit her delicate and soft lips vigorously, eager, enthusiastic, and high...

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After the passion, the sky has become faintly white...