Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 274 Song Rao: Si Cheng, help me

But he couldn't hold down Song Rao, who seemed to be trying to survive at the moment, with one hand, and she quickly sat back on him.

Fu Sicheng took a deep breath, turned the steering wheel, and the car that was supposed to drive to the hospital drove to the deserted river. It stopped for 2 minutes, and the suit and tie on his body had already been ripped off by Song Rao, and she anxiously continued to unbutton his shirt.

Fu Sicheng endured the anger provoked by Song Rao, and grabbed her hand that was acting out of control: "Let me see your injury."

Song Rao didn't want to care about her injuries at the moment, she just wanted to relieve the deadly heat on her body and the lust that was about to overwhelm her. Fu Sicheng could only check her neck, but before he could see clearly, Song Rao kissed his lips, Block his sight.

"Si Cheng, help me, I'm so uncomfortable." The temperature in the car was raised by her.

She touched the belt around his waist with one hand, but she couldn't open it, and she couldn't pull it. She was so angry and anxious that she lifted her buttocks and sat on the ground for two hours like a child who couldn't grab the sugar and stomped After coming down to vent his anger, Fu Sicheng let out a muffled groan, frowned and put his big hand on her buttocks: "It depends on what you want after sitting down."

I dare not think what would happen to her if he didn't come back early tonight, if he didn't arrive in time.

Song Rao, who had been unable to find any relief, was already on the verge of collapse. Now that she was being scolded, her tears were streaming down her face, and she lay on Fu Sicheng's body and cried helplessly, her hands tightly clutching his clothes.

Fu Sicheng's chest was immediately wet, and his anger was temporarily suppressed. He held Song Rao's face in his hands and spoke soothingly.

"Why are you crying, and I didn't say I won't give it to you." After he finished speaking, he kissed Song Rao's hot lips, and easily untied the belt around his waist with one hand. The medicine is very strong, and if it is not relieved, it will kill someone , I can't go to the hospital right now.

Song Rao, who was dominated by drugs, kissed Fu Sicheng back. When she heard the sound of him pulling down his trousers, her heart trembled violently.

Song Rao specially wore a light-colored long skirt today. It was very finely crafted and had floral patterns on it. She wore a short, loose-knit sweater that matched the color, and a coffee-colored long coat on the outside. She is gentle and dignified.

With the help of Fu Sicheng's hard work, Song Rao, who was already a sexy stunner, became more and more like a mature woman, her gestures were full of charm, even her angry eyes were full of coquettishness, and she could lose her soul at a glance.

Fu Sicheng pulled out the hem of the skirt that was being pressed by her, and gently lifted her waist up, taking off the thin fabric easily.

He kissed the wet and red corners of Song Rao's eyes, and comforted him carefully: "Don't cry, this is for you."

The river is relatively remote, there is no bridge on the river, so naturally there are no people there, and with the cold weather, no one will come out for a stroll at night. From a distance, only the black Bentley on the river bank is freezing shake.

Among so many luxury cars, Fu Sicheng's favorite is the Bentley. He basically drives this model when he goes out. There are more than a dozen identical cars parked in Cen Yuan's garage.

Fu Sicheng was too tall, so he didn't dare to bump too hard, for fear that Song Rao would knock her head, but Song Rao was a bit difficult to serve now, and refused to rest her head on his shoulder, so Fu Sicheng could only protect her carefully.

"Why are you in a private room with Gu Yang? Why aren't you at home?" Fu Sicheng took the time to ask her.

Song Rao's mind was muddled at the moment, and she couldn't answer him at all. In her muddy tearful eyes, there was only the strong emotion stimulated by the medicine, and she was completely irrational.

With her long hair flying, Song Rao let out sobs of aggrieved pain from time to time, wanting to cry or not, sweating profusely.

(End of this chapter)