Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 498 It's swollen, take medicine

The early morning sun shines on the presidential suite, the morning mist is hazy, and a shallow morning light rises.

From early morning to early morning, the voice in the presidential suite has not been heard.

The low hoarse muffled humming and unbearable groaning and screaming made people scratch their hearts and lungs.

A woman's voice stimulates one's rationality more than any other sensuality drug.

During the period, the man carried Qiao Yimo into the bathroom to take a shower, but when she came back, she pressed the man under the bed again
In this way, the two of them stopped for a while until the sun rose and shone into the house.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Qiao Yimo lay on the bed and squinted for a while.

Leng Juan came out of the bathroom, kissed her on the brow and eyes, and then exited the room.

She looked at the back of the man, curled her lips lazily, and chuckled softly: "I really fell in love with him."

Or she fucked him!

After squinting on the bed for a while, when I opened my eyes, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

Qiao Yimo slowly got up from the clothes, and there was a faint feeling of tearing somewhere, which made her uncomfortable.

She endured the discomfort and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

The fighting was fierce.

There were marks of uneven shades on the white and delicate neck, he was too much, and she couldn't hold back.

Qiao Yimo clicked her tongue, then shook her head and walked out the door.

As soon as she went out, the man opened the door and came in from the outside.

The moment their eyes collided, Leng Juan stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold her by his side, "Can you still walk?"

The implication is that he is not good enough?Get her out of bed.

Qiao Yimo looked at him with raised eyebrows, snorted, and sat back on the bed.

Leng tired looked at her face, her lips and cheeks were redder than usual, her complexion was pretty good, and she didn't have any symptoms of inflammation.

It's just that the expression looks very uncomfortable.

"I told you not to hook me." The man tilted his head and smiled lowly, "I'm more reserved now, I don't know how crazy you are in the middle of the night."

Qiao Yimo turned her head and ignored him.

It's half a catty, don't say anything about anyone.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Leng Juan really thought she was angry, so he pinched her small face, and his thin lips fell on the pink lips, "I'm sorry, can I be softer next time?"

Qiao Yimo still didn't speak, but not speaking this time also meant forgiveness by default.

So the man put the bag in his hand on the bed, and took out a tube of ointment.

"What's that?" Qiao Yimo returned to her indifference.

"Plaster." The cold tired voice was hoarse and magnetic.

The moment the voice fell to the ground, the man stretched out his hand and was about to tear off the bathrobe on the girl's body.

Qiao Yimo's expression plummeted, she grabbed his hand, stared at him, and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

"Anti-inflammatory drugs." He got up this morning and saw her place was swollen.

Qiao Yimo's face blushed, she reached out to take the ointment, snorted, and said arrogantly, "It's all your fault."

I don't know moderation.

She took the initiative last night, so why blame him.

Leng Juan laughed angrily. Instead of giving her the ointment, he directly pressed her under him, pulled off the bathrobe, and hooked the corner of his mouth, "Since it's my fault, then I'll apply the ointment to you."

Qiao Yimo listened, but didn't turn her head away and didn't refuse.

The extruded white ointment stuck to the slender white fingers, and when the cold ointment touched somewhere, Qiao Yimo couldn't help but dodge, tense, and sucked the man's fingers.

"Hey, relax a little." Leng Juan smiled lightly.

When the man laughed, his peach blossom eyes were curved like crescent moons, and those black eyes were like a deep well, which could hook people into it.

Qiao Yimo trembled, closed her eyes, and tried not to look at him.

Feeling her body getting more and more relaxed, Leng Juan bowed his head and continued to give her medicine.

(End of this chapter)