Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

He slammed the door shut, pushing her against the door panel.

"Who am I?" The voice was hoarse.

Han Yixing looked at him inexplicably, and couldn't help reaching out to cover his forehead, "Meng Beichen, do you have a fever?"

"I do have a fever. Did you forget that you still have a husband?" He shouted a little angrily, and his heart was also agitated. This little guy, once he has a mother, he will not be abandoned.

Han Yixing glanced at him carefully, then suddenly reached out and hugged him, rubbing against his arms, "No, how could I forget you, I just want to sleep with my mother, Meng Beichen, you are so angry ?”[

"What about me?" A certain person frowned in displeasure. It was hard for him not to be a monk, and now he started to quit meat again?

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing his eyes narrowed, she immediately raised her hand to assure, "The last night, okay?"

Meng Beichen stared at her, his chest was heaving up and down, her little head was rubbing against his arms, his anger gradually turned into lust, he pressed her against the door, and kissed her hard.

Heavy, with some punishment, except for her symbolic kiss to him these days, he didn't have this chance to kiss her, and he felt aggrieved just thinking about it.

Han Yixing was startled at first, but he felt that he was really angry, but he didn't resist anymore, and obeyed him, stretched out his arms to hug his neck, but his legs gradually became weak from his kiss, and his head became dizzy.

His fingertips were slightly cool, and when he poked into her clothes, she finally regained consciousness a bit, shook her head and struggled a bit, he didn't get annoyed, just followed, and kissed her collarbone, sucking gently...

"Meng Beichen, let go, my mother will see." She couldn't push it away, she was a little anxious.

He looked up at her with a face full of lust, and said hoarsely, "Baby, you have grown up, you are my wife."

As she said that, she wanted to bow her head again, so she quickly held his face in her hands, "The last night, please promise me, my mother said, tell me something tonight, husband, dear, promise me!"

She hadn't used these coquettish acts on him before, and it sounded very useful, but he still got angry, "You said it's the last night today, and give me the last night tomorrow?"

"Absolutely not, I swear I can't do it? It's the puppy who is lying!"

Khan, she swore on the puppy again. . .