Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

"You yourself!" Song Wu worry face red and fluttering Gu Yu.

"It wants you to be jealous." Gu Yu put her hand there.

"You--" Song Wuyou pulled back his hand, but he couldn't get back.

This man is forcing her to hold it, oh...

Song Wuxi is angry and angry: "Gu Yu, you are not afraid that I will break it?"

Gu Yu took a sigh of relief, and the light was so deep, "You can't bear it."

Song Wushou smiled coldly: "Whoever said, I will screw it."

After that, Song Worry held it tightly and screwed it.

"Hey--" Gu Yu took another breath of refreshment.

Because it is cool, but uncomfortable, the delicate face is slightly distorted.

He held down Song’s worry-free hand and prevented her from taking it away.

His eyes are like scarlet, like deep, but also like desire to seek dissatisfaction.

Song Wu wor wanted to use force to twist, she just clenched, he took a sigh of relief, scared her to hold.

Looking at his comfortable and dissatisfied expression, her heart suddenly jumped.

Gu Yu’s eyes are blurred, “Do not screw, hey, hold it, hehe.”

"No!" Song no worries, hands pumping.

Gu Yu grabbed her wrist and tried to stare at her with dissatisfaction: "Uncomfortable."

"You solve it yourself!"

"Song is worry-free, you are tormenting me."

"You are tormenting me!"

"How can I torture you? Do you want it?"

"I want your head!"

"Hey, it’s early and early!" The man’s voice was already hoarse and made Song Worry unfamiliar.

"..." Song screamed at him with no worries. She really didn't want to be embarrassed, but she continued to struggle, and if she pulled it, it would hurt the wound.

But hey, she thinks it's down.

However, there seems to be a voice inside the heart: the wife helps her husband to solve the physiological needs, what is going down?

"I feel so uncomfortable." Gu Yu bowed his head and used his forehead to resist Song’s forehead, his voice hoarse, "No worries, help me."

"Just this time!" Song worries heartbeat, fluttering wildly.

"Well, this time." Gu Yu picked up his lips.

This time, in the future, he used her body directly without her hand.

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Mrs. Song was dressed very fashionable, carrying the famous brand bag that Song Haoyue gave her out of the Song family villa.

She made an appointment with the hostess of the neighboring villa and went to play mahjong together.

Just out of the villa, the phone in the designer bag rang.

Mrs. Song stopped and took out her mobile phone from the bag. The caller ID was a strange number.

She wanted to refuse to listen, but she seemed to think of something, or answered.

When the phone just answered, the other party sent a cold male voice.

"Ms. Yang, the rest of the money, why haven’t I hit my account yet?"

Mrs. Song was shocked and said: "You are not dead?"

"Oh, you want me to die?"

Mrs. Song sneaked her eyes and asked: "Where are you?"

"Don't ask me where I am, I just want to know, the rest of the money, when will I call me?"

Mrs. Song saw no one, and her face sank: "I heard, Song Wushou is not dead!"

The other party sneered: "Do you want to pay?"

Mrs. Song: "I will not rely on it. I want you to act again and kill Song without worry!"

The other party: "If you can act again, you can pay. My aim is to pay the final payment regardless of the unsuccessful task."

Mrs. Song: "You killed Song Wu, I will give you money!"