See You Tonight, Master Su

Tong Hua hissed in agony as he struggled with his life. Suddenly, she thought of the day when he was completely gone, and her heart trembled. She bared her teeth, looked up, pushed him, and blinked her eyes.

"Wait a minute!"

Wait a minute?

Su Minglang locked her firmly under him and held her down. "I can't wait. My husband will die. Can you bear to watch me die?"

"What about your promise just now? You bit my nose, and you want to forget it?"

Tong Hua was low and panting, genuinely afraid of his aggressive appearance. In her heart, if he were to torment her like this, she wouldn't have to die here tonight. So, for her own safety, although she could not escape sooner or later, she had to think of ways to reduce the injury to the lightest state.

No matter how bad it was, he had to be dealt with first.

Frowning fiercely, Su Minglang could not bear it at this moment, but this woman of his was hers tonight anyway, and he could not run away, and it was rare for him to speak to him in such a soft voice, so naturally he could not betray his faith.

"I'll leave it to you when I'm done, okay?"

"What do you mean by what you say?" Tong Hua glared at him and turned his head away unhappily.

Su Minglang was just fine, and now he was angry again, so he immediately became confused. Loosening her grip on her arm, the kiss fell on her furrowed brows and whispered half-seductively.

"Baby, stop fooling around. A quarter of a spring snack is worth a thousand dollars."

Su Minglang rarely lowered his stance, so Tong Hua opened his eyes and said seriously, word by word, "I don't want to make a scene, but you... How can I stand your rudeness?"

"Then..."

"I'll do it."

She's coming?

Looking at the blush on her face and her soft voice, Su Minglang felt a strange surge in his heart. He took a deep breath and rolled over on his back. He swept her shy eyes, put on a casual posture, and raised a wicked eyebrow.

"Come on, honey, deal with me."

Looking at the way he was smiling and not being cleaned up, thinking of the last few times he had been tormented by himself, Tong Hua was so bold that he felt he had to leave an indelible impression on him. In this way, she became bold.

"You said that? No regrets?"

"Old man, keep your word."

"Then don't move."

"Don't move, my husband will let you go tonight."

"No, I don't trust you very much."

Tong Hua rolled his eyes as he spoke and jumped out of bed. He looked around and found that there was nothing but gauze in this palace room. Looking back at the suspicious man, her eyes fell on the man's bathrobe.

She smiled strangely at him. She reached out and pulled a light rose-red veil around her naked body before she walked over and pulled the belt off his bathrobe. He pulled his hands together and felt quite firm before climbing back onto the couch.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

To be honest, her behavior was beyond Su Minglang's expectations.

This little girl, in this matter, is definitely not bold, how could she play so hard?

"Don't worry about it. Be good." In his puzzled eyes, Tong Hua carefully knelt down beside him, gently pulled his hands over and carefully tied them with his belt. After thinking for a while, he felt uneasy and tied the remaining straps to the head of the yellow rosewood bed.

Tsk tsk, there were so many different kinds of beds in ancient times.

However, it was convenient for her today.

Seeing his hands tied up, Su Minglang was amused and angry. "Tong Hua, so you like to talk hard?"

"Shut up!"

Tong Hua yelled at him like he was. Seeing that his hands were tied up, he became more daring. Especially his masochistic play, which made her depressed for a long time extremely happy.

No wonder there is a sense of satisfaction in doing bad things.

Holding her lips and smiling, her face turned a little sinister, and a sense of vengeance crept into her head, feeling that she had finally had a great opportunity to shed her former shame tonight. Think about the previous few times, which time was she not being teased to death by him, up or down? So many times, as long as Su Minglang touched her, she couldn't stand it. She let Su Minglang do whatever she wanted. This time Minglang was so patient, she had to take the lead.

This time... Hmph!

She stared at her pitifully, climbed slowly to his side, and bent over the fish on the chopping board. He pointed it at him, bit it, and bit it hard. When he heard the pain, he licked it again with the tip of his tongue, mimicking the way he used to do to himself, showing that he wanted revenge.

"Wife!" Su Minglang gasped for air, his green eyes like a ready beast. Between her teeth, the feeling of not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure caused him to stretch his body and increase his strength for no reason. He was completely on the verge of collapse.

Tong Hua squinted and smiled like a slippery little mouse.

At this point, she could see his discomfort. She rubbed him with a soft skin, making it clear that she was going to finish him off today, but her face was full of obedience, and her movements were affectionate and seductive, like a glass of strong wine mixed with gentleness and beauty, which attracted men to be intoxicated and made them want to sing conquest in front of her.

"Tong Hua... Hurry if you don't want to die!"

"Minglang, can't you take it anymore?"

"Honey..." Su Minglang's adam's apple kept sliding.

Tong Hua was still dissatisfied when he saw that he had given in. The corner of his eye twitched, and suddenly there was a wave of malice. He lowered his head and pulled a pile of his hair. He held the tip of his hair in his hand, like a big brush. Then he started with the tip of his hair from his forehead and slowly brushed it down like a small brush. Brows, bridge of nose, lips, chin, adam's apple... She brushed her body bit by bit, smiling softly as she brushed.

"Honey, do you like it?"

"Wife..." His voice was not sure if he was angry or anxious, but felt the tip of his hair scratching his body, a little itchy, a little prickly, and there was an indescribable flirtatious smell. It was only moving through the skin of his body, but it seemed to have burrowed into the cracks in his bones. She brushed slowly and gently, driving a type of nerve cell that made his body scream, but she didn't give it to him.

The man's voice was even lower and hoarse, with a little pleading.

"Honey..."

"What's wrong?"

Tong Hua leaned forward, looked at him, and looked around from top to bottom. "You want it? Please!"

"Tong Hua!" The man gritted his teeth and the veins on his forehead bulged. "Looking for death?"

"Bad attitude..."

She glanced at him lightly, and Tong Hua's men no longer paused. They brushed her hair leisurely and slid along. And how could that layer of rose red veil cover the contents of her body? The more subtle, the more seductive a man's eyes sparkled. But she was clearly doing this, but she looked as pure as a little fairy daughter who had nothing to do with the world. Her lips were slightly curved, and she smiled sweetly into her bones.

She looked up at his face and said with a smile.

"Honey, can I write a few words on you? Let's celebrate our marriage."

"What are you writing?" Word by word, the man spoke with difficulty. This dead woman made him really unable to bear it. His handsome face was as black as guan yu, but his eyes were as red as zhang fei's. The little woman's impudence made him feel an indescribable prick in his heart.

"It says, bastard, scrambled eggs with cucumbers!"

"You-" Su Minglang was about to explode. "Speed!"

"What's the rush?" With the tip of his hair in his hand, Tong Hua gave him a white look. He wrote and brushed it without hesitation. He was very patient. After writing for a while, she suddenly looked up and stared into his eyes, shaking her head seriously, as if discussing, narrowing her eyes and asking him in a low voice.

"Something's not right. I should change the word."

"... Tong Hua!"

"Yes, that's it. When I write it down, Tong Hua will come here!"

"Test!"

"Don't worry. This time, I'll rewrite it as a face."

With that said, she brushed the ends of her hair, which had not been dry, up and down again. Her attitude was serious and her tone was even sweeter.

"You have to erase the first one. Don't rush."

As she rubbed her hair, it seemed as if she had suddenly sent out something new. The tip of her hair paused on his taut head for a moment, then she lowered her head and circled her hair seriously. Look, look, look.

"Minglang, do I write well?"

"Wife-stop!" The man's forehead began to sweat when he was agitated.

Tong Hua wiped his face, patted it, and comforted him. "Don't move. It's not enough."

With that, her men worked harder -

The sharp pain, mixed with great pleasure, struck Su Minglang's brain like a thunderbolt, and he groaned in an unbearable low voice. His handsome face was so choked up that it almost oozed with blood. His body was itchy, and he could not tell whether it was itchy or numb. It was as if countless ants were crawling on him, pricking his whole body against the flow of blood, almost bursting his blood vessels.

"Little girl, you're dead."

Word by word, he gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out of his teeth. He could only hear a grunt in his throat, a low roar like a tiger out of the fence, his hands exerting themselves on his muscles.

Then, with a hiss, Tong Hua ripped off the straps of his bathrobe, which he had tied tightly to him. Not only that, but also the bed bolt of the pear broke with a bang. The man was like a wild beast that had eaten explosives, and he quickly backed up the carp, holding down the stunned little woman.

"Look at me, I can't kill you!"

Ah!

It was completely unexpected that he would just break free. Tong Hua let out a small cry of surprise and hurriedly looked for a way to save him.

"Minglang, you promised me what happened just now. You said it yourself, no matter how hard you tried -"

With a cold snort, Su Minglang turned a deaf ear to her sophistry and was only concerned about how to deal with her. How could he control her struggle?

Tong Hua's face was pale and blue from fear when he saw how much he wanted to tear himself apart. He closed his eyes and his heart was pounding with nervousness. "Be gentle..."

"It's too late!"

At this moment, the man was so angry that no matter how nice she said it, he would never let her go again. She firmly controlled her body, rubbed it a few times, and rushed in!

Whoosh!

The man sank down hard. She took a deep breath and widened her eyes, unable to shout out in pain. Inhale, inhale again, and when she finally regained her strength, she was about to curse, but she felt a heat rush from there. Su Minglang snorted, and her body froze on top of her, motionless.

Tong Hua felt suffocated. He opened his eyes and looked at him with a red face.

Su Minglang was also staring at her, looking very strange. There was astonishment, there was astonishment, as if he could not believe it at all.

For a long time, you looked at me, I looked at you, both of them had not moved for a long time.

Suddenly, Su Minglang gritted his teeth. "Tong Hua, you bloody woman."

In a voice he didn't know whether to be angry or roaring, Tong Hua suddenly reacted.

After a few seconds of shock, she curled her mouth and held it back for a few times, but she couldn't hold it back and finally burst into laughter.

What the hell happened?

It was ridiculous to say that Su Minglang had been holding it back for so long and had to endure Tong Hua's lively demeanor every day. His body was already extremely unbearable. Just now, after being teased by her for a while, his nerves were completely stimulated to the extreme. How could he hold back when his brain was flushed with excitement? Just as he charged into a head fiercely, the little woman shrank back in pain, and he was so pitiful that he threw his gun away and lost face.

"No, come again!"

The man gritted his teeth and sweated, his body taut like a wild animal. The emotion on his handsome face was either anger, anger, or hatred. All in all, poor Su Minglang, who was always in control of the world, had actually suffered a setback on a woman. It was conceivable how he could fall if he did not get his face back.

A handsome face, red from holding it in.

That, to be honest, was a little funny.

Tong Hua giggled, almost out of breath. She was rolling around in a layer of light rose-red muslin, her shoulders shaking with laughter, and the beautiful butterfly bones on both sides of her laughter, were constantly displaying an attractive arc.

Seduction and infatuation, her laughter resounded through the bedroom. But su Minglang's annoyance became even more unbearable.

"Tong Hua, you're laughing!" She was still in the mood to laugh when her man was like this.

"Haha... I'm sorry, I don't want to laugh, but I can't help but want to laugh..."

As an unqualified beginner in psychology, Tong Hua still knew that for a normal man, he could have no money or power, but he would never let anyone look down on him. But now, how can Su Minglang step down? In particular, he used to brag about how to deal with her, how to make her unbearable. As soon as he raised his gun to fight, the whole army broke up. Wasn't he born to scratch his bones and kill him?

With this thought, all the grievances were gone.

No matter what the reason, it was Su Minglang's honor.

As a result, she stared at him with a smile that she could not bear.

"Little langzi, why don't you take a break? Or replenish your body? Haha..." When he called Su Minglang that, he had a look of disbelief on his face and said that he wanted to make her feel bad tonight. Now, it seems that as expected... But calling him xiao lang now was definitely the biggest insult to Su Minglang.

"Still smiling?"

"No... Not anymore. But it was really funny. I can't believe it!"

"Tong Hua -"

Su Minglang gritted his teeth fiercely and stared at her with a pitiful gaze. The blow in his heart grew more and more heavy in her crisp laughter. At that moment, on the one hand, he was indeed overjoyed, and on the other hand, this woman was so desperate for a man's life that she was so tightly wrapped up in it that he wanted to keep his mind at bay.

A moment of negligence, a moment of blunder, Su Minglang was in urgent need of saving face in front of his woman, how could he rest for a while? He stared fiercely at the woman who kept laughing. Without a word, he lowered his head and pecked her. Then he pulled the sheet over and wrapped her up. He took her in his arms and walked out.

"Tong Hua, I don't know how I want you to die."

"Xiao lang zi, where are you taking me?"

Tong Hua was shocked. Seeing that he had already left the bedroom, he could not help but tremble.

He looked down at her and smiled evilly.

"You'll know later.

Rooftop!

Tong Hua instantly petrified.

On the rooftop terrace of a 25-story building, there was a private garden designed in accordance with the outdoor living space. Vines made of steel frames were like grapevines, clinging tightly to them. There were neat trees, flowers and plants, which smelled good. In addition, there was a glass house.

It was raining.

The breeze swept past and lifted the gauze curtains in the glass room.

Placing her safely on the sofa in the room, Su Minglang turned around and rummaged through the wine cabinet in the corner.

Tong Hua was puzzled and looked over.

"What are you doing?"

Quan shaohuang did not look back. The light in the glass room was not strong, and it sprinkled on his body, which was only wrapped in a bath towel, as if it had been coated with a thin layer of light, making his strong body look like a greek god's slander.

Her eyes were dazed, and in her heart, her husband really had a good figure.

Just as he was thinking about it, he came over.

Holding a bottle of wine and two wine glasses, he filled one of them with wine and stuffed it into her hand.

"Drink, drink."

Tong Hua's throat was choking, and the touch of the glass cup reached her palm, making her brain a little messy. Amitabha, in this situation, is this place suitable for drinking liquor? Carefully tucking up the sheets on her body, she whispered.

"Su Minglang, go down. It's windy."

"The wind is strong, the strength is strong." The man had just eaten on her and his face was still dark and a little ugly. On a handsome face covered in dark clouds, there was evil, ruffian, and determination to prepare for the humiliation.