Marriage one hundred percent: love wife spoil non-stop

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Yang Qinyu has lost most of his reason.

He stepped forward, took Yang Han's hand and kissed, "Dear Miss Anna, I'd like to be your servant. Let me wipe your sweat."

Yang Han resisted the impulse to smoke him. Suddenly, he had a flash of light and Yin measured the corners of his mouth.

Since this little pervert likes to play this exciting game, she might as well play it by ear. While promoting feelings, she can enjoy the fun of torturing him.

I have to say, it may really be the reason for bad genes.

She looked at the adored and obsessed Yang Qinyu in front of her, and a sense of excitement surged in her heart.

"Hum. I already have slaves."

This is a kind of jargon. Some people with special hobbies like to play games with hints or SM. A play game between slaves and slave owners.

It should have been a foreign way of playing, and now many people follow suit. When she worked in the boxing ring before, she had seen several pairs of men and women with this relationship, even of the same sex. Coupled with Han Jing's special training for her, she still has some understanding of such playing methods and people.

Yang Qinyu was stunned at this.

"You, you mean, you play that too?"

"What, this, that? I just helped one of my friends fulfill his wish. It's fun to help others. She especially likes that feeling. I reluctantly helped her several times."

Yang Qinyu's mind is full of those things. For Yang Han's vague words, he can immediately make up his mind.

His heart immediately boiled. It turned out that the little beauty was also a fellow. He was a little worried that Yang Han would despise his hobby, but compared with slave games, his taste was just a little more special.

"Oh, Anna, I'd like to give you my heart."

"I don't need heart." Yang Han said coldly, "don't you want to practice boxing? When will you start?"

Yang Qinyu immediately asked his men to prepare clothes for him.

Two people play. You come and I go.

An hour later, they were sweating, and Yang Qinyu had several bruises on his body. Yang Han didn't lay a heavy hand. After all, her purpose was not to beat him to death.

Yang Qinyu felt that his body was about to boil. He wanted to scream with every punch that Yang Han fell on him.

It feels a hundred times better than watching a beauty bullfight. He felt as if he were going to lose it. He used to wear loose clothes to be on the safe side, but now the bottom is as hard as iron.

"Anna, I, I'll go to the bathroom."

Yang Qinyu still has some scruples. He also hopes that Yang Han can come with him more times. This time, just bear it and solve it by himself.

Yu Guang of Yang Han had already seen the scene.

She looked at Yang Qinyu with the corners of her mouth, slowly walked up to him and said, "I'll take a bath first. You prepare me a set of clean clothes, and I'll disturb your house today."

Yang Qinyu's reason just went down collapsed again. The beauty wants to stay here for the night and take a bath!

He groaned and his whole body was about to explode.

"Mr. Yang, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable? Where did you hurt just now?"

Yang Han knew it clearly in his heart, but he had to pretend to be confused on his face.

This move is Han Jingjiao's. dressing up as a pig and eating a tiger is most suitable for abnormal teenagers like Yang Qinyu.

"Ah, um." Yang Qinyu was patted by Yang Han's hand and couldn't hold it.

He turned and rushed to the lounge.

There is a hidden universe in that small bedroom. There are some props he likes, so that he can have fun with women after watching the performance by fighting animals.

"Really worthless." Yang Han smiled, dangerous and evil. If Yang Qinyu sees this smile, he will probably have nosebleed directly.

Late at night, Yang Han walked back and forth in the room wearing a small vest after taking a bath.

After she packed what Han Jing ordered, she planned to go to bed first. Have a good rest.

However, she suddenly heard a slight sound outside the door.

"There is a thief's heart but no thief's courage." needless to say, there is no one outside except Yang Qinyu.

Yang Han wanted to pay a silent tribute to Yang Zhiyuan. He tossed so much foundation and money for so many years, and finally Dumiao was such a thing.

Han Jing told her that Yang Zhiyuan was useless more than ten years ago. Although he doesn't change his lust and tosses women every day, he is a useless commodity.

So he had no children, and the illegitimate children of women he raised were smoke bombs he did to hide this shameful thing.

It's funny. I raised five or six children for others and finally got the money to wear a green hat for myself.

Whenever he thought of it, Yang Han thought it was retribution. Maybe it was his mother's punishment and revenge in heaven.

The sound of the door faded away.

Yang Han also had a good sleep. In her dream, she seemed to see that when she was young, she walked alone in the street, lonely and sad, with no home to go back to and nowhere to go.

After my mother died that year, my grandfather also died. No one will care about her and love her.

Relatives pretended not to know about it and let her a little child live in a dilapidated house. There are only a few thousand dollars left for her at home, but it is far from enough for a child who needs to grow up.

Later, she found an old colleague of her grandfather. His son was a boxing ring and opened a martial arts school.

Her poor life experience made grandpa's friends moved with compassion, so she asked her son to teach her boxing and martial arts, and went on stage to practice with others at a young age.

Yang Han worked hard and was not afraid of hardship, and gradually grew up. I also practiced my muscles and strength. Can barely make a living.

Later, the family moved to settle abroad.

She started working in other boxing rings to make money. There is no goal in life, just try your best to live.

Later, she happened to see Yang Zhiyuan's disgusting face on TV. She knew that the beast had become a philanthropist. After that, she practiced boxing more diligently. The hatred in her heart urged her to take revenge.

Killing her enemy by force was the most perfect ending she thought of at that time, but she met a noble man.

"Miss Anna."

A voice came from the door.

Yang Han opened his eyes and looked at the time. It's already eight in the morning.

"What's up?"

"Mr. Yang is waiting for you for breakfast. Would you like Chinese or western breakfast?"

"Anything."

Yang Han has got up and went to the bathroom in the bedroom to wash.

When she came downstairs, she seemed to smell a smell of raw frying.

"Miss Anna, did you sleep well at night?"

"Not bad." Yang Han nodded and sat down.

The table was full of food. In addition to western style cheese bread, coffee and milk, there are pot stickers and Chinese ramen.

An accident flashed in Yang Han's eyes. She found that several food seemed to be home food. The hometown on the forged documents and materials has not changed. Han Jing told her that it is difficult to cover up her long-term habits and accent, especially for people like her who don't have enough time to train.

"Tea or milk?" Yang Qinyu asked, taking a cup for her personally.

"Tea, thank you," Yang Han replied.

Yang Han ate the things on the table and planned the next step in his heart. In fact, before coming, Han Jing specially trained her on how to win Yang Qinyu's trust.

The process is very shameful. Yang Han grew up in the martial arts school. It's OK to fight with men, but he really hasn't talked about love.

The quick practice of talking about soldiers in pen is basically a metaphysical theory. She thought she had done a good job in the play yesterday. Because it's her best thing.

When Yang Han saw Yang Qinyu's information, he was a little lucky. Fortunately, he likes powerful women. If he likes delicate and charming like ordinary men, she has no way. She can't learn pole dance.

"How does it taste?"

"Very good," Yang Han said after eating some bread and fried chicken. "It tastes like home." she said this sentence on purpose. It's a clever knowledge to narrow the distance intentionally or unintentionally.

"Is your hometown in the dungeon?" Yang Qinyu's eyes gleamed. The beauty was indeed the same place as him. As the saying goes, the villagers are full of tears when they see the villagers. Foreign countries, the fastest way to get close to each other is to need a common language.

"Do you know the dungeon?" Yang Han said in surprise.

"I lived there for about ten years. My hometown is also there."

"Did you come to Australia after you were ten?"

"No, I'm 15 years old. I'll be in the provincial capital for five years." Yang Qinyu poured her another glass of juice and said, "try this, mango juice."

He doesn't seem to want to mention those five years. Yang Han was not in a hurry. She took a sip of mango juice and said, "I remember in primary school, there was a drink shop at the gate of the school, and the sign was mango juice. At that time, only some children could afford it."

"Are you talking about the Second Street primary school?" Yang Qinyu was stunned.

"Yes. Why did you read there?"

Yang Qinyu's face became a little suddenly. At that moment, he thought of many things.

For example, his name was not Yang Qinyu, but Wang Qin. For example, when he left that year, he watched his father who had called for many years fall downstairs and die for no reason.

Those years are black memories for him. I want to erase them as soon as possible,

For Yang Zhiyuan, his heart was full of hatred and contempt. And full of disdain for his mother. How about more money? He is not a man at all.

"Well, I went to primary school there for three years," Yang Qinyu replied.