Pampered wife in her arms: President, spoiled

Chapter 83 Could it be that this young master Huo's hobby is that this kind of special place is exciting enough?
Huo Ziyan slowed down, stared at the woman's twinkling eyes with a half-smile, lowered her head and said, "I'm neither married nor have a girlfriend, so how can you not see the light?"

Wen Qing was startled, not understanding what he meant, and suddenly said, "What about the deadline, there must be a deadline!"

Huo Ziyan looked at her with low eyes, did not answer her question, and carried her into the bedroom.

The light in the bedroom was not turned on at this time, the curtains were half-opened, and the silver moonlight spilled into the room through the window, weaving bits and pieces of light into a soft net, covering all the objects in the room and them, creating an ambiguous atmosphere. The moonlight, the luxurious big bed, and the man's posture of holding her gave off a strong ambiguous flavor no matter how you looked at it.

Wanted to get off the man, but was imprisoned by his strong arms and brought to the cloakroom of the room.

The cloakroom in the bedroom has a large space, and there are not many clothes in it. It is mainly men's daily suits, shirts, and a few home clothes, which are neatly placed. But now with the addition of two adult men and women, the whole space suddenly changes. Got to be cramped.

"You...what are you doing?"

"What do you think I want to do?"

Seeing Huo Ziyan looking at her undisguised hot eyes at this time, Wen Qing felt an indescribable panic in her heart. She clearly asked to accompany him just now, and he didn't have any strong demands, but it was because of some inexplicable For some reason, he lost his temper, and felt that he was not the kind of anxious man.

Just thinking about the dining table this morning, and the scene in the kitchen after dinner just now, he felt inexplicably that this man has the ability to use any place as a place for him to exercise his love.

Could it be that Huo Shao's hobby is that this special place is exciting enough.

Huo Ziyan was raising her hand to prepare for something, when Wen Qing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she blurted out without thinking,

"..."

The finger that the man stretched out to point to the home clothes next to him stopped suddenly, as if he didn't expect to hear such words from Wen Qing's mouth, and he didn't recover for a while.

Seeing the man's slightly surprised expression and the fact that his finger was not pointing at her, Wen Qing suddenly realized what she had just said.

His cheeks were hot and red for a moment, and he panicked even more, but he still pretended to be calm and prepared to go out from this cloakroom, temporarily leaving such a confinement space with this man.

But before she could move, the man lowered his head and approached her, wrapped his arms around her, put his hands behind her, surrounded her slender body in a narrower space, and looked down at the expression on her face. Annoyed expression, a little funny, "I'm sorry,"

The man's clear breath just kept invading her senses, making it difficult for her to breathe for a while, so she could only keep backing away, but the more she retreated, the space seemed to be more secluded, which made Wen Qing in a dilemma for a while.

Hearing the man's sudden and nonsensical three words, Wen Qing raised her head in a daze, and suddenly met the man's deep eyes with a strong sense of presence. He smiled slightly, and said softly in a hoarse voice, "Before you Saying that you want to accompany me, I suspect that you may have misunderstood you because you have other plans, and now I understand that you probably really want it, um! I understand!"

(End of this chapter)