Hidden Marriage Wife:Passionate And Wild CEO

What is this bath made of? Her hand was holding the handrail and she was quickly touching it up. What was this? This pool still has this stuff? Wait, why

As the scream burst out of her lips, a big hand pressed over her mouth.

"Keep quiet." His low alcohol, with the smell of wine voice close to her ears ring, his petite body was firmly locked in front of him.

"Well..." Lu Shiran is in a rush of blood.

She and Xu Yangze have been in love for three years and dare not go beyond the thunder. I have known Feng Jingchen for three days, and met with each other in such a "Frank" way

Almost breathless, he finally released his hand, pushed her away, and sat down gracefully and slowly to the other side.

"Why are you here?" She asked angrily.

"Are you blind?" Feng Jingchen low eyes, light to ask.

Lu Shiran said that he was sitting in the shadow of the orchid stand, on her side. She only looked at the center and opposite of the pool. How could she have imagined that there would be a person sitting here!

But now she didn't even dare to stand up. She shrank in the water and looked at him warily.

This man is good-looking, starlight from his back, half of his body hidden under the orchid shelf, by adding a bit of mystery. Lu Shiran wanted to ask him if he had a manor on his ranch in the south of England. After a long time of courage, the old man's cough began to sound.

"Go and have a look." He leaned back on the bath and was at ease. He didn't feel anything wrong with a strange woman in the pool.

"How to get there?" Lu Shiran asked angrily. He only had small trousers and clothes. Didn't he take advantage of it?

The old man got up and walked slowly to this side.

"Don't come here, old man." She exclaimed, the whole person buried in the water, leaving only a pair of eyes to look up.

"Why, Chen Chen is bathing the deer?" The old man stopped and asked hoarsely.

Feng Jingchen was silent for a moment and answered, "well."

"Wash clean, this girl does not talk about hygiene, still drink, wash well." The old man muttered and went back.

"Why don't you tell me to get up?" Lu Shiran is choking fast and has internal injuries. She is asleep. Does her family care about her?

"Ah..." He sneered, turned to look at her, slowly said: "sleep like a pig, but also snore, saliva all over the pillow."

"No way!" Lu Shiran's mouth is light. Her sleeping posture should be elegant and beautiful. How could she be like he said Wait a minute, won't she pay for the pillow?

"What do you say?" He turned his head away and approached her slowly. A pair of pupils in the flash of sharp light, stabbed her some panic. As if he was a hunter, she was a rabbit, and his horse was about to tear her up.

His hot breath ran over her ear lobes, and she began to tremble and could not help hiding.

"What are you hiding from?" He put his hand around her waist and dragged her into his arms. "Don't you want to lean on it?"

"You're drunk!" Lu Shiran struggles in panic. He should not dare to mess in front of the old man, right?

He was silent, for a long time before a low low smile: "it's quite fun."

"You're fun." Lu Shiran said angrily, "don't you know what you want? They dare to hold strange women in their arms. "

"I don't think you're too embarrassed." Feng Jingchen's fingers fell on her shoulder and went down slowly along her arm.

Lu Shiran's blood froze in an instant. He was stiff and forgot to hide.

All of a sudden, his face fell down and his lips came closer to hers

Lu Shiran's eyes widened. Did he want to kiss her?

When the lip flap was about to touch, Feng Jingchen suddenly laughed and knocked on her forehead with his fingers, "look, your mouth is open."

Lu Shiran was so ashamed that she wanted to drown herself.

Feng Jingchen is so annoying. During the day, he always puts on a sacred and inviolable manner. When the light is turned off, all the bad elements in his bones come out. He is a devil.

"I hope you can do your duty. I didn't invite you to sleep. I don't want this to happen again. He often wakes up in the middle of the night, or covers you, or asks you to get up to accompany him to listen to Beijing opera. You must follow him. " Feng Jingchen stood up. In the crash of water, the water spray flew straight to Lu Zhiran's body.

Lu Shiran quickly covered his face and did not go to see him.

He turned his head to look at her, frowned, grabbed her wrist, pulled it down, and said impolitely, "when I talk to you, please be serious."

"I don't talk to you." Lu Shiran said with his eyes closed tightly.

Feng Jingchen was angry and funny. He couldn't help grabbing her eyelids. "Remember, I don't like women talking back."

"I'm not a woman, all right." Lu Shiran is about to cry.

She has been a mature fruit, she also likes to see such a good-looking and charming man, especially when she is lovelorn, she is afraid that she will abandon herself and make a fool of herself!

Feng Jingchen twisted her eyebrows, loosened her eyelids, and went to the bath.Lu Shiran breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him.

Wrapped in a light gray bath towel, he walked steadily to the East terrace. The indifferent starlight fell on his shoulder, and the green orchid leaves swept his arm, like a beauty eager to keep his fingers. With his mysterious and noble temperament, Lu Shiran is in a trance and can't help staring at him.

A gentle step came in. It's the lady who lives on the top floor. She's carrying a glass of milk and walking to the terrace. As she passed by the orchid stand, she turned her head and looked worried.

Didn't you see them in a pool? Lu Shiran is very uneasy. It's hard to explain. It seems that she covets the master.

"Jingchen." She stepped up to Feng Jingchen.

"Why not sleep?" Feng Jingchen turned to look at her and didn't pick up the milk.

"I'm worried about you. You're in a bad mood." She said gently, and then turned her head to look at the direction of Lu's sitting. "Do you really want to keep her?"

"It's hard to meet someone the old man likes." Feng Jingchen said lightly.

"The old man still doesn't forgive me." She lowered her head and said sadly.

"Go to sleep." Feng Jingchen patted her on the shoulder.

"Jingchen, I miss you Elder brother, we grow up together, how can we forget? " Her head was against his chest and her voice was soft.