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Chapter 139 Wen Qiyang's Little Jiujiu (5)

While talking, he secretly put the necklace in his pocket into Qu Qingge's bag when Qu Qingge was not paying attention.

"------"

A broken rock?

Although she didn't understand these luxuries, that necklace was at least priceless, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into a broken stone, and it was lost as soon as it was lost!

This is really 'Zhumen wine and meat stink'!
Qu Qingge was speechless for a moment, and angrily dismissed him:
"It's so loud—"

Wen Qiyang grinned, cupped her face in his hands, and approached her ear viciously:

"It's fine to lose anything. Even if you lose Emgrand, I won't frown. As long as you're here and you don't lose it, it's fine—"

The seemingly joking words came out of Wen Qiyang's mouth, serious but magnificent, like gorgeous fireworks in the night sky, igniting her moment, bright and brilliant.

Qu Qingge was startled, even breathing was slightly shocked.

Wen Qiyang caressed his and her hair affectionately with his hands, the obsession in his eyes seemed to be looking at the only pursuit in his life, and he would never get tired of watching it. Suddenly, a trace of deep black flashed in his clear eyes, full of anxiety:

"Qing Ge—don't betray me! You can't bear the price of betraying me——"

He kissed her earlobe softly and softly, but Qu Qingge only felt numb all over, and his mind was filled with the phrase 'Qing Ge - don't betray me!You can't bear the price of betraying me—'.

In her mind, Yan Jinhan's cold and melancholy eyes, the kiss with him, the cold touch, overlapping with the man in front of her~~
Qu Qingge's heart suddenly stabbed.

Wen Qiyang was fascinated by kisses, and the soft body in his arms could always easily arouse his most primitive desires. He put his arms around her waist, and slowly led her to sit on the white and soft bed behind him.

She was very obedient, without resistance or response, like a beautiful puppet.

He pressed on her soft delicate body~~
My hands are getting restless~~
"Qingge—I want—"

Wen Qiyang was so intoxicated that he coaxed, kissed, touched, and affectionately, and he was just one step away. Before he could say the phrase "Qingge——I want you——" he heard voices coming from the table beside the bed. There was a rapid ringtone of the mobile phone:
"Ring-ring--"

The voice was so loud that Qu Qingge's lost soul was pulled back. She was startled and pressed against Wen Qiyang's chest.

"Wen Qiyang, the phone—"

"Leave it alone—" It was hard for Wen Qiyang, who was burning with desire, to miss such a good opportunity, and before Qu Qingge pushed her away, he once again sealed her lips domineeringly.

"Ring ring ring—" Another ringing sound——

Qu Qingge turned his head, but still pushed Wen Qiyang away forcefully, got up and straightened his somewhat disheveled hair, and reached out to pick up Wen Qiyang's phone.

Wen Qiyang got up from the bed sullenly, answered the phone irritably, and roared: "Say—"

On the other end of the phone, Jin Xin was stunned for a few seconds. The husband's tone was foul, hoarse, as if trying to suppress his anger. Jin Xin trembled in his heart, and said cautiously:
"Sir, the yacht is ready, when shall we go—?"

Here, Wen Qiyang was silent - just this little shit, this little shit made his little wife escape from his arms?
Wen Qiyang really wanted to chop Jin Xin into pieces and throw him into the sea to feed the sharks.

Over there, it was very quiet, and the smell of gunpowder seemed to be transmitted to Jin Xin's side with the signal. He was sweating, and asked nonuo:

"gentlemen--"

"Jin Xin, are you free?"

"—?"

"Swim back to City T for me!—!"

(End of this chapter)