The president is cold during the day and kisses at night

Chapter 172 Wedding Night

"I picked them all just now?"

"Yes ma'am." Uncle Xun nodded.

In fact, Wen Qing just wanted to give Shang Yinghan some lychees that she participated in picking just now.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Xun sent her picks separately.

This means that she picked them all by herself.

Uncle Xun knocked on the door and opened it, then made a gesture of please, Wen Qing went in with a lychee in his hand, Uncle Xun carefully closed the door behind him.

The study is large, almost surprisingly large.

Seeing the man sitting behind the desk, she walked over with her slippers on, and then put the fruit plate with lychees on the desk: "Uncle Wu, eat lychees."

Shang Yinghan leaned back and took off the anti-blue light glasses on the bridge of his nose.

When his eyes fell on her, he dimmed for a moment.

"Washed?" He asked casually.

Wen Qing thought he was asking if the lychee had been washed, and said with a smile: "Of course I washed it, it's clean, if you don't believe me, try it, it's very sweet."

His eyes darkened even more.

He raised his hand and loosened his cuff buttons, and said, "Come here."

Wen Qing didn't think much, and went around his desk to him. As soon as she approached, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down, and then she fell into his arms.

She was not prepared, and his kiss fell.

Just a light kiss.

When they parted, he bit her lip, she frowned in pain, and his deep voice came from her ear:

"It's really sweet."

Wen Qing just took a shower, there was no makeup on her face, and she didn't apply any skin care products, her face was still crystal clear, but now her cheeks were already flushed.

Putting her hands on his chest, she explained shamefully and angrily, "Uncle Wu, I'm talking about litchi."

"I thought you were inviting me to have a taste..." His fiery eyes rested on her delicate lips.

Wen Qing wanted to get up from his arms, but his arms were tightly bound around her waist like iron, she was afraid of losing the sexy pajamas inside, so she covered her chest with her hands, trying to divert his gaze: "The litchi is in the back Picked from the garden, very sweet."

He supported her waist and made her sit up, sitting on his lap.

Wen Qing was about to get up immediately, but he held it down: "It's very sweet."

There is a sweet smell in the air, mixed with a touch of cedar, and mixed with the faint scent of candles...

Wen Qing felt the changes in his body, and felt a little nervous. Wanting to divert his attention, she reached out and took a lychee, peeled the shell and fed it to his mouth: "Uncle Wu, try it."

He opened his mouth and bit it.

Lychees with thick and bright flesh are very sweet, but not too sweet.

"I haven't eaten lychees from the backyard this year, and this is the first one," he said.

Wen Qing's heart beat fast: "Is it sweet?"

He put the nub aside, clasped the back of her head and kissed her, still just tasted it, and asked her instead: "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet." She just felt that her breathing was almost difficult.

She moved her face a little away from him, but found it useless, as long as she was in his arms, it was difficult for her to calm down.The faint scent of cedar lingered on the tip of her nose, and the sweet breath on her body was being slowly swallowed by the breath on his body.

Look at Shang Yinghan again.

She interpreted the look on his face as: addicted and intoxicated.

He's addicted to kissing her.

Wen Qing is still very willing to get close to him at this time, but she is afraid in her heart.But not afraid of him, but afraid of what may happen at any time next.The first time was in an unconscious state, relying entirely on the memories of the next day, but there was no clear feeling.

But if it happens again, after getting used to him, this kind of thing will always become a routine in the future...

Think about this.

She suddenly plucked up her courage, and slowly climbed onto his shoulders with two snow-white lotus root arms, slowly approaching him, every movement was extremely cautious.

Her almond eyes stared at his lips, and her eyelashes seemed to be trembling because her heart was beating so fast.

But she has achieved this level, and she can't back down.

So she lowered her head slowly and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

The first time she took the initiative, Shang Yinghan did not expect it.

He just raised his jaw slightly, and didn't make any other movements.

Wen Qing thought that he only needed to take the initiative and leave the rest to him, but after taking the initiative, he found that he had to continue to take the initiative, and he didn't respond at all.

In the next second, Shang Yinghan leaned back to avoid the kiss.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, he was directly hugged by Shang Yinghan and stood up.

He put her on the desk behind him, stood between her legs, and leaned towards her in an oppressive posture. She heard his hoarse voice:

"Smell light."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Wen Qing said tremblingly, "I, I know."

His eyes darkened, and he stared at her closely, as if staring at the most delicious prey.

She didn't show any fear, and all the vivid little expressions were interpreted together, but it was just nervous, yes, she was too nervous, so nervous that her whole body was tense.

He put his forehead against hers: "relax."

Wen Qing wanted to cry, she was not a master in love, she couldn't let go, so she was nervous, and she was getting more and more nervous, there was no possibility of relaxing at all.

Shang Yinghan reached into her waist with his hand, as if he found something, he slowly tore off the belt around her waist.

Hearing lightly, his breath stagnates.

"Prepared for me?" His hands moved outside, and he didn't make any next move.

Wen Qing tightened her collar, said duplicity: "No."

He chuckled softly: "Is that what you prepared for yourself?"

Wen Qing puffed her cheeks: "Yes, I prepared it for myself, can't I?"

At the critical moment, she still couldn't control her nonsense mouth. She knew what he wanted to hear, but she refused to say it.

He reached out and grabbed her chin and lifted it up, forcing her to look at him.

He coaxed her and said, "Hey, tell me what I want to hear."

Wen Qing felt that her neck was raised too high, which made her uncomfortable, and wanted to take his hand away, but he suddenly kissed her, but this time it was no longer a shallow kiss, his kiss was deep.

After a while.

Wait for him to let go.

Wen Qing's weak voice surrendered: "Yes, it's for you."

His voice became very serious: "Have you thought about it?"

Wen Qing hesitated.

"You still have room for regret," he said.

Wen Qing didn't hesitate anymore, and took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck: "I've made up my mind."

I've thought about it since I got married.

Sooner or later, it is better to catch up early.

But her response didn't make Shang Yinghan lose control, he just kissed her forehead, very restrained.

Wen Qing looked at him suspiciously, and couldn't help but ask a cheap question: "Uncle Wu, can't you?"

Shang Yinghan's eyes darkened.

Wen Qing's expression wrinkled together: "Uncle Wu, I didn't mean that."

He took off the watch on his wrist and put it on the table, "Want to know?"

She was stunned: "Huh?"

"Ok?"

"..."

He put his hand behind her, "Do you know what I was thinking just now?"

She shook her head.

How do you know.

She can't read minds.

He whispered in her ear, "I'm thinking whether to stay here or go to the wedding room."

Wen Qing swallowed his saliva.

"Do you like the layout of the wedding room?" He asked one after another.

Wen Qing nodded and said he liked it.

He smiled: "Just like it."

Before she was ready, he directly hugged her horizontally: "Then go back to the wedding room."

(End of this chapter)