The president tames his wife and loves him deeply

Chapter 213
Lan Shan opened her peach blossom eyes.

They haven't reacted yet.

In the full-length mirror, Lu Suiran's eyes were like stars, and Bai Zeruyu's fingertips were lightly picking on the streamer he had tied just now.

The movement is extremely elegant, but the speed is not slow at all.

The "unwrapping the gift" he said was indeed the same feeling.

of course.

If it wasn't her who was "demolished".

Lan Shan is also very willing to continue to appreciate it.

"A Sui!"

Lan Shan turned around and grabbed that overly flexible hand.

Lu Suiran lowered his head and kissed her lips instantly.

The kiss came very suddenly.

Domineering and deep, as if he wanted to deal with her on the spot.

Don't give Lan Shan any chance to breathe.

But a moment's effort.

Lan Shan's little face turned red abruptly.

Lu Suiran's voice was slightly hoarse, with a touch of lust, "I hope your love will come naturally, if you force it... that is the love between husband and wife, Mrs. Lu, you choose yourself."

Lan Shan: "..."

She is in a state of brain starvation.

Choose a fart...

Lan Shan's lips were bright red from his kiss.

The mermaid wedding dress to a great extent set off the beautiful figure.

The two appeared in the full-length mirror at the same time.

Amazing looks, made in heaven.

Lu Suiran slightly hooked his lips, his eyes were like stars, and his face was like jade.

"Your arm...is still injured..."

The two were so close that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats.

Lan Shan even had some difficulty organizing her words.

It's just that I still remember the injury on Lu Suiran's body, so I can't touch it, otherwise it will be very troublesome.

"Wake up, I'm a man."

Lu Suiran met her peach blossom eyes, smiled, and said this in a hoarse voice.

Seeing his beautiful wife every day.

There will also be normal reactions.

Do not defuse.

Not only is it not good for the body, but it also affects the mood very much.

The injury on the hand is not easy to heal.

Lanshan didn't know how she looked into Lu Suiran's eyes.

Automatically fill in the second half.

Anyway...

She began to waver.

Lu Suiran lowered his head, and gently rubbed his thin lips against her forehead.

Intimate and gentle touch.

There is no thought of resisting it.

in fact.

Lan Shan also really wanted it.

She looked up at Lu Suiran, full of warmth.

Lu Suiran coaxed in a low voice, "If I am afraid that I will hurt my hand, you can take the initiative?"

So shameless?
Or her Mr. Lu?
terrible thing...

Lan Shan actually felt that this was very reasonable.

Lu Suiran took her hand and gently took off his coat.

Lan Shan's movements were very gentle, even a little slow.

The man is extremely patient, with gentle eyes.

Lan Shan didn't know how she changed from passive to active under such gaze.

Such back and forth changes.

She didn't even feel like there wasn't much there.

really.

Lan Shan still likes to throw Mr. Lu down.

And this hobby.

It is estimated that it will last until the last day of her life.

The white wedding dress fell on the ground...

When Lan Shan tried it on just now, she didn't wear it underneath, but her eyes were full of happiness in an instant.

Lu Suiran's eyes darkened.

He bowed his head and kissed her beautiful and delicate collarbone.

"A Sui..."

Lan Shan called softly.

"Don't be afraid."

Lu Suiran comforted her gently.

Between them, there seems to have never been a particularly good memory in this regard.

Every time he treats her with indifference and disdain, it's just...

This has always been the case.

It's not easy for Gu Lanshan to still like him so much now.

Lan Shan moved her lips with difficulty, "Be careful with your hands."

Lu Suiran: "..."

Mr. Lu intends to impress Lan Shan in this respect.

But Mrs. Lu's focus seems to be a bit off.

"If it hurts, don't hold on."

Lan Shan bit the bullet and added another sentence.

The person who said it.

Is it reversed?

Lu Suiran resisted the urge to touch his forehead.

He whispered, "Mrs. Lu is the cutest when she is humming."

This sentence successfully made Lan Shan blush.

Satisfied, Lu Suiran continued to attack the city.

Kissed her collarbone.

Lan Shan held back for a long time, and said, "You too."

It completely burned Mr. Lu who wanted to have a good foreplay.

Lu Suiran raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you come?"

Lan Shan froze for a moment.

Said: "OK."

Lu Suiran: "..."

Whose wife is so direct?

Lan Shan raised the corners of her eyes, "You lie down."

Even all kinds of amorous feelings are not enough to describe Mrs. Lu's beautiful appearance when her brows and eyes are full of spring.

Then the two, at such a critical moment.

Also changed the venue.

Only the bedside lights were on in the bedroom.

The light tube is not too bright, but has a hazy and warm aesthetic feeling.

Lu Suiran was lying on the big white bed.

Pillowing the uninjured arm, looking at Lan Shan with scorching eyes.

Lan Shan's hair was as long as ink, and she didn't take much care of it in the past two years. Instead, it was smooth and straight, almost reaching her waist.

It makes the skin whiter and more glamorous.

Lanshan put one hand on Lu Suiran's ear, then leaned over, and slowly approached Lu Suiran.

At times like this.

Condescending.

Especially prone to a different kind of excitement.

It made her already red little face deepen the color even more.

Lighting up.

The beauty is so beautiful, the love is here.

however……

At the moment when Lan Shan fell down.

The man suddenly stood up and became the condescending one in a blink of an eye, occupying the dominant position.

The agility of the movement is top-notch, just like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it is done in one go.

It's like the kind of speed that I didn't know how many times I practiced before.

Lanshan has become the one below.

However, the curve of Lu Suiran's lips was raised, "Don't move around, if you hurt your hand, you will feel distressed again."

Lan Shan: "..."

How could someone catch the weakness.

Can't turn over at all?

Forget it.

Lanshan was not far behind at this time, and when Lu Suiran lowered her head, she simply kissed his thin lips.

Location doesn't matter.

Strike first.

Lan Shan even saw the smile in the man's eyes.

Her Mr. Lu.

In fact, he is also a person who loves to laugh.

It's just that the situation doesn't allow her to continue thinking about it.

Lu Suiran's movements quickly threatened her senses, and the numbness rushed from her waist to her brain, without giving her a chance to breathe.

Decline has always felt.

Although Mr. Lu is already in his thirties, his love affairs may be limited to the few times when she took the initiative.

It belongs to the one that is very inexperienced.

but now……

Obviously not quite like that.

Anyway, the one who was made to die... became her.

and.

I don't know if it's for revenge for what Lan Shan said just now.

His tossing and slender waist was extremely sore, yet his movements were extremely gentle.

In the past few years, Lanshan has become much thinner than when she was a flirtatious slut.

Lu Suiran couldn't stand this torture.

Not long after, his body softened into a puddle of spring water.

However, Lu Suiran turned into a ball of flames, completely robbing her of burning reason, and only Yiyi's tenderness remained in Taohua's eyes.

……

The wedding was fixed for December 28th.

There are two more days until Chinese New Year.

Lan Shan thought of the day that was agreed last time.

If it hadn't been for that incident, it should be the season when spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

But Mr. Lu this time.

Obviously, can't wait.

This morning.

It snowed heavily.

They fell one after another, and it didn't take long before the branches and streets outside were covered with white patches.

Lan Shan sat in the room of Gu Mansion.

The make-up artist and the bridesmaids were busy, making this long snowy day extremely lively.

"Wait... can I not wear this high? Five centimeters... no, no, no, three centimeters at most, no more..."

Jiang Ningwan's voice came from the locker room.

Yan Bai said, "My heels seem a bit thicker, why don't I change them with you?"

"Your pair are much taller than mine..."

Xiao Nizi's voice was extremely depressed.

When Lan Shan heard this, she couldn't help laughing, her peach blossom eyes curved.

The snow on this day did not affect anyone's mood, on the contrary, it made this noisy sincerity enter a kind of tranquil beauty, covered in silver, and the sky and the earth are one color.

Qin Yuan came over from the other side, and handed a pink box to Jiang Ningwan, "Your family asked me to give it to you."

"……what."

What about her family.

Jiang Ningwan was a little confused.

When I opened it, I saw a pair of small pink single shoes of three centimeters, size 35.

For Jiang Ningwan to wear, not too big or too small, even the style suits her very well.

Lin still smiled and said, "I know you well..."

Among the four bridesmaids, the youngest is the sister of the Lin family.

It was Jiang Ningwan who was hit the hardest by her height.

When choosing shoes, Yan Bai and Qin Yuan, who are about seven or eight centimeters tall, came casually.

Only Jiang Ningwan, who is not tall, usually wears all kinds of flat shoes. When she chose, she held on to a five-centimeter one. Today, she has been wearing it for less than 3 minutes, and she is almost untenable.

Jiang Ningwan put on new shoes with a deeply shocked look on her face.

Qin Yuan was the most straightforward, "He said that if you don't like it, you can continue to wear your original one. When the wedding is over, he will carry you directly to the hospital."

Jiang Ningwan: "..."

Yan Bai: "..."

Wedding venue manager: "..."

Lin Yiran: "It's so sweet, a boyfriend is better than a brother."

Yan Bai whispered beside him, "Your brother is very nice."

Jiang Ningwan silently put back the half-taken shoes and said in a low voice, "I don't have a boyfriend..."

Lin still understood in seconds and said, "It's nice to have suitors."

Jiang Ningwan glanced at her and decided not to speak.

The bridesmaids changed their clothes and shoes, and went to the dressing room to do styling together.

Lan Shan had just changed her wedding dress, the makeup artist was brushing something on her neck and collarbone, the movements were quite delicate.

"It shouldn't be obvious... Mrs. Lu, can you take a look?"

Lan Shan has no face to look at.

Mr. Lu used too much force that night, so that the marks on her body did not completely fade after three days, and there were still some faint spots left, which could not be covered.

The 25-year-old makeup artist who put on her makeup blushed abruptly when she saw these marks.

A few bridesmaids came over...

(End of this chapter)