I don't want a second-hand man: my wife turns over

She can only let others say something like this, and then she has to bend down stupidly and beg for others.

Li Huanhuan hurriedly ran towards the stairs, tears falling down uncontrollably.

In a hurry, she accidentally tripped, and dropped the worn-out bag in her hand to the ground. With tears in her eyes, she couldn't see anything clearly. She just pretended indiscriminately, and ran downstairs quickly.

Then Gao Ce gently picked up Wang Qianqing, entered the house, poured a glass of milk, handed it to Wang Qianqing, and asked casually, "Qianqing, do you also look like this third-rate magazine?"

"Ce, women love to gossip, so I know how to read them." Wang Qianqing said softly. [

Gao Ce glanced at him, but said nothing.

"Ce, if you're not happy, I just don't watch it."

After finishing speaking, Wang Qianqing put the milk on the heavy glass table, and her whole body, soft and boneless, rubbed towards Gao Ce.

Hugging her neck, she said ambiguously and softly, "Ce, shall we continue?"

In that case, the charm is blatant.

When a woman takes the initiative, Gao Ce has no reason to push it away>

What's more, he was a flirtatious man in the first place. When he found Wang Qianqing to be her boyfriend, he just found a bed partner. He spent huge sums of money every month. He would not be sorry for his own money.

Hearing the woman's hint, Gao Ce bent over, and with a sexy fatality, he pressed on the woman.

The woman stretched her legs and hooked Gao Ce's waist, and her fingers caressed the man's firm and elastic skin restlessly.

Desire, unscrupulously staged in a luxurious room>

Wang Qianqing lay on the big bed, looking at Gao Ce with winking eyes.

Gao Ce quickly put on his clothes, bent over, and kissed Wang Qianqing's eyes, with a soft and sexy voice: "Qianqing, I'm going home, you rest first, and I'll pick you up for dinner in the afternoon."

Wang Qianqing nodded, then covered her mouth, yawned, and said, "I'm a little sleepy too."

Gao Ce nodded, opened the two huge doors, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Wang Qianqing stared at the door, Nuo Da's room was eerily quiet.

It took a long time for Wang Qianqing to turn over and stare at the ceiling. After a while, the phone rang.