Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

So he lowered his head to cover the earlobe of Yan Qingsi, sucked, ****, and brought her numbness.

Yan Qingsi pressed the body's strange reaction and gently dragged Yue Tingfeng's hair. She quickly said to Arthur: "My husband is not very comfortable. I'll see him. Let's talk again ..."

After talking, I hung up quickly.

"Hurry up ..." Yan Qingsi gasped for a while before putting down her phone. A dark shadow covered her lips and her lips were tightly blocked.

Yue Tingfeng encircled Yan Qingsi and held her in her arms. She sat, he stood, she was forced to raise her head, and he bent over, his tall body covering her.

The lingering kiss between the two is difficult to separate.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, "Qingsi ... you ..."

Madam Yue only saw that the door was not closed, and thought that the two were okay inside the room. When she knocked on the door and no one spoke, she entered directly. She just looked at it and felt blushing.

Madam Yue suddenly felt that the time she came in was not right: "Sorry ... you continue ..."

But when she went out, Mrs. Yue realized that she was wrong. Qingsi was a pregnant woman. Her son was young and full of beauty. What should I do if she couldn't keep it?

This is not okay. Mrs. Yue gritted her teeth. No, she had to go back and remind her. Little young, I do n’t understand. If something is wrong, it will be miserable.

Mrs. Yue re-entered and cleared her throat: "Ahem ... both of you pay attention, this time, you can't ... then what ..."

Yue Tingfeng let go of Yan Qingsi, turned and turned black, and said, "Mom ... I know what you want to say, can you go out first? Do you know that this is immoral?"

Yan Qingsi's face was crimson, she pushed Yue to listen to the wind, and stared at him: be serious!

Mrs. Yue's face was innocent: "But I'm fine!"

Yue Tingfeng: "If you have something else, can you wait for me to say it again? After a while, you say why do you have to do bad things for your son?"

This is not the first time. Before, he was pitted by his mother a lot.

Mrs. Yue pouted: "I ... I'm not afraid of you, just in case I can't help it ..."

Yue Tingfeng gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think your son's self-control is so bad?"

Mrs. Yue looked at him and nodded solemnly: "Huh!"

Yan Qingsi couldn't help laughing.

After being demolished by my mother, Yue Tingfeng had a toothache: "You ... you, um, you can't give me a face ... I have a strong self-control, I don't believe you ask Qingsi ..."

Yan Qingsi didn't speak, she looked at him silently.

Suddenly, Yue Tingfeng felt that he seemed to say something wrong, but he didn't know where he was wrong.

He coughed twice: "That ... Qing Si is tired, let's rest ... Mom, what else do you do?"

Mrs. Yue touched her nose: "I thought it was very important, but now it seems that it doesn't matter ..."

Yue listened to the wind, gritted her teeth, her voice was somber, and she cried, "Mom ..."

Mrs. Yue stepped back quickly: "However, another thing seems more important now."

"what's up?"

Mrs. Yue: "Fire for you."

Yue Tingfeng ...

He didn't want to say anything, walked directly to Mrs. Yue and pushed her out.

Mrs. Yue said as she walked, "Son, don't push me first, I'm serious ..."

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