Hundred ways:The Captain pursuit his doted wife

This kind of feeling always makes people feel terrible.

This time, little fresh meat didn't say a word, immediately rolled out with his clothes, and the master bedroom of the suite was quiet.

Han Yi, alone, doesn't know whether she's used to it or something else. She just looks at Qin Lang with her eyebrows and wants to smile or not.

Even she did not wear a dress, so casually covered the white quilt of the hotel, incense shoulder exposed, that attitude also followed more and more casual.

"Oh, you've driven my men away." Han Yi's tone is irresponsible, "so are you going to come in person instead of him?"

I can't tell what it's like.

Now Han Yi looks like she has been moistened by love. She always makes people feel like she's in a daze. But for Qin Lang, it seems that she doesn't care.

Han Yi sometimes feels that in Qin Lang's eyes, he is just a piece of meat.

Before Han Yi had time to speak, Qin Lang's steady voice said, "Miss, I'm going home. Han is waiting for you."

"Oh --" Han Yi's tone was still lazy, but he calmly lifted his quilt and stood up regardless.

He didn't care whether he was seen by Qin Lang or not.

Qin Lang's brow is tighter. I don't know whether it's strange or not.

"I'll take a shower. You know, it's hard to do it. You'll pack up the clothes outside and wait for me. After all, if you're slow, I'll be slow. It's too late to go back. If you want to be scolded by my father, it has nothing to do with me, eh? " Han Yi's tone is irresponsible.

Her hand poked Qin Lang's chest, and she didn't mind showing her good figure in front of Qin Lang.

Qin Lang is very stable, and he is not influenced by Han Yi at all.

There wasn't even a reaction.

Han Yi is a little annoyed.

She is very clear about her influence on men, but she didn't expect that she was frustrated many times in front of Qin lang. she didn't know whether Qin Lang was the same as a monk or her proud charm was useless here.

Thinking of this, Han Yi's eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

I don't want to be close to Qin Lang any more.

Qin Lang doesn't say a word. Instead of looking at Han Yi, he quickly picks up Han Yi's clothes scattered in the suite.

Han Yi sneers.

This kind of man is the most boring man she has ever seen. He is very stable. Maybe the earthquake will not change his plan.

Thinking of this, Han Yi didn't even bother to talk, so he went straight to the shower room.

Soon, the sound of running water comes from the shower room, and Qin Lang has packed up Han Yi's clothes and sent them directly to the shower room.

It doesn't need much affectation and struggle, because that's the end result.

Qin Lang doesn't want to talk nonsense with Han Yi at all.

Needless to say, Qin Lang has not done such a thing. After a long time, he is familiar with it easily and can't get used to it any more.

Then, Qin Lang retreats and ignores Han Yi, but Qin Lang doesn't leave either. If Qin Lang leaves, Han Yi can spend more time in the bathroom.

What you can't imagine is that Han Yi can do it easily.

……

It's 5:30 p.m.

Han Yicai lazily walks out of the shower room. Even his hair is wet and he wraps it up with a towel. When he looks at Qin Lang, Han Yi's tone is command.

"Help me blow dry my hair." What Han Yi said is natural.

Qin Lang just twists his eyebrows, and then goes in the direction of Han Yi, indifferent.

But Qin Lang soon picked up the hair dryer to blow Han Yi's hair. In the big suite, there was the sound of the hair dryer. Besides, there was no sound.

Han Yi can't help looking at Qin Lang: "Qin Lang, isn't your life boring? Don't you mind if you follow me every day without women and private life

Qin Lang's tone is calm: "Miss Han can say, then I don't need to follow Miss Han."

This seems to be Qin Lang's biggest demand.

This made Han Yi sneer, and suddenly he stood up and said, "you're dreaming."

Qin Lang didn't respond: "I'm still blowing my head, miss.""Oh --" Han Yi smiles.

The proud spring light rubbed against Qin Lang's body, and he didn't care much whether Qin Lang was willing or not. His slender arm took the initiative to embrace Qin Lang's waist, and his attitude became more and more casual.

"Qin Lang, are you really unresponsive?" Han Yi's tone is coquettish.

Looking at Qin Lang, it seems that he has some malice.

Qin Lang stands still, but his big hand has already caught Han Yi's hand, and he doesn't want Han Yi to succeed.

But who Han Yi is is like a loach. The more he struggles, the more he makes room for Han Yi. His scallion hands look much more unrestrained.

Qin Lang is caught off guard by Han Yi.

This is the first time in many years that Han Yi has been so reckless in attacking Qin Lang.

Qin Lang's face became more and more gloomy. His hand held Han Yi's wrist. One resisted and the other attacked, but somehow there was an invisible tension between them. No one ever let go of him.

Han Yi suddenly smiles like this: "Qin Lang, you are not so indifferent. Why pretend to be a saint here?"

While talking, Han Yi stands on tiptoe.

Red lips pasted Qin Lang's thin lips on his own initiative. His attitude was more casual and lazy. He was like a kitten who was trying to please his master, but he stretched out his hand and scratched his master hard at any time and anywhere. He didn't give face at all.

"Miss, please respect yourself." Qin Lang is reminding Han Yi.

Han Yi laughs out: "Qin Lang, I don't have the word" self-respect "in my dictionary. I thought you'd known it for so many years since you followed me."

Qin Lang didn't speak.

But Han Yi never let go of his hand.

Han Yi never gave up.

Two people are so glued up, the Mou light is full of to each other's provocation.

And this kind of Qin Lang makes Han Yi's actions more and more unrestrained. When she looks at Qin Lang again, she is approaching, as if Qin Lang has been cornered.

Even Han Yi's eyes did not move away from Qin Lang's body.

The more you don't move, the more you like it.

Qin Lang and Han Yi like little fresh meat completely different. Xiao Xianrou's skin is white and beautiful. She's not in good shape. At most, she's thin. In Han Yi's opinion, these people are white chopping chickens. Compared with Qin Lang, they don't look good at all.

Even if Qin Lang's clothes have not been pulled off, you can feel clearly under his clothes through his shirt. Qin Lang's well-defined muscles are definitely not weak and boneless. They are a typical figure of wearing thin clothes and taking off flesh.

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