President, don't mess around

In the presidential suite, soft crystal lights illuminated the entire room, and Qiu Yuxin looked at Li Rui on the big bed.

"When did the capacity for drinking become so bad?" While talking, he took off the pair of shiny leather shoes on his feet.

If Qiu Yuxin knew how much Feng Zhiming had drunk him, she might not have said that.

Qiu Yuxin reached out to unbutton his shirt, but just as her hand touched the button, Li Rui reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Yuxin, Yuxin." Li Rui opened his eyes, looked at Qiu Yuxin in front of him, and reached out to caress her face. This was the face he had dreamed of, but he only caressed her face like this in his dream.

Qiu Yuxin paused for a moment, his eyes were full of affection that he had never had before.

Stretching out her hand, she fell into his arms, "Don't leave me, don't leave me, do you know how much I love you, do you know how much I miss you?" She hugged her tightly with both hands, like It's the same as in a dream, I'm afraid she will disappear as soon as she opens her eyes.

Qiu Yuxin was stunned by his whispering, maybe he would say such things when he was drunk!However, she was also satisfied.

Let her melt this iceberg with her enthusiasm.

What he thought was an obstacle, in her eyes, was just an excuse for him not to dare to love.

Was the encounter that year right or wrong?Qiu Yuxin looked at him because she had seen him in a mess back then, so she refused to approach him, right?Love again, so what?He won't say it.

She was only ten years old that year!But he is a roadside gangster, a little hooligan, and he is basically the same as the current him.

However, she fell in love with him, and fell in love with him desperately. Because of her family's opposition, she left home alone for five years, and when they met again, he still hadn't changed in any way.

Qiu Yuxin gently moved her small hand, and stroked the cufflinks on the cuffs. This time, it was the only time he accepted something from her. Of course, she forced him to accept it, and even put it on for him by herself.

The small body shrank and leaned into his arms, the corners of the mouth slightly raised, and the moonlight sprinkled the warmth of the room.

Ling Yanyan drove back to the villa, parked the car in the garage, and just got out of the car, Feng Zhiming hugged her, "Ah..." suddenly flew into the air, causing Ling Yanyan to scream, Arms wrapped around his neck.

Until they walked to the living room, both fell down on the huge sofa.

"It's so heavy!" Ling Yanyan was pressed by his heavy body, panting slightly.

Feng Zhiming propped up his body with both arms, "Yanyan, I want you!" His eyes were fixed on her, and he stretched out his hand to pull off the clothes on her body.

Ling Yanyan didn't refuse, and since he was discharged from the hospital, he hasn't touched her since he was afraid that she would be too weak, so he hugged her every night, but he couldn't touch her, so he could only take a cold shower, she knew it, and wrapped his arms around his neck In the meantime, he took the initiative to kiss her lips.

After taking off their clothes, the kiss just fell when the doorbell rang, and Feng Zhiming's lips kissed her fair neck.

"Zhiming, the doorbell is ringing." Ling Yanyan pushed him gently with her small hands.

"It doesn't matter, you must have pressed the wrong doorbell." Feng Zhiming stretched out a hand to fix her little hand, and the kiss gradually moved down.

But the doorbell still kept ringing, "shit!" Feng Zhiming stood up, pressed the doorbell display beside the door, and was even more displeased when he saw someone coming.

Ling Yanyan pulled the thin blanket aside to cover her body, "Who is it?" Seeing Feng Zhiming put on his pants with an unhappy expression, he held back the smile on his face.

Opening the door, Yan Er walked in dragging a suitcase and holding Hang Hang in one hand.

When he saw the messy clothes on the floor, there was a mocking smile on his face, "You can't just solve it here, right?"

Feng Zhiming stared at her fiercely, "What's the matter with coming so late?"

"I have nowhere to go, so you can take me in." Yan'er put on a pitiful look, "However, I will definitely not disturb your business, you can continue."

continue?continue?She really knows how to pick her time.

Feng Zhiming glared at her, "Find a guest room upstairs, and you can only stay for one night." Picking up the sofa, Yanyan walked upstairs.

"Hey, you don't need any more clothes." Yan'er did it on purpose, after seeing their disappearing backs, she took Hanghang's hand, "Come on, son, let's go upstairs too."

Hanghang nodded a little sleepily, and followed Yan'er up to the guest room on the second floor.

Feng Zhiming walked into the bedroom with Ling Yanyan in his arms, the door was gently closed and locked automatically, and he gently threw her on the soft bed, and the smile on Ling Yanyan's face became wider and wider.

"You still dare to laugh?" Feng Zhiming's whole body covered her soft body.

"I didn't laugh." Ling Yanyan hid her whole body under the thin blanket, her watery eyes looked at the angry Feng Zhiming in front of her.

Feng Zhiming's face moved closer to her, "Let's continue." He said while pulling away the thin blanket covering her body.

"No!" Ling Yanyan dodged, but he pulled her back and reached for her waist.

"It's itchy, stop scratching." Ling Yanyan kept avoiding it.

"Then tell me, do you want it?" Feng Zhiming stopped, but never left.

Ling Yanyan could only nod her head, he grabbed her weak point, knowing that she was the most ticklish, but he always used this trick.

Only then did Feng Zhiming stop, and leaned over to press her lips.

"Mummy! Why don't you sleep? Are you looking for Dad, or Aunt Yanyan?" Hanghang's voice sounded in front of the door.

Yan'er blocked Hang Hang's mouth, but it was still a step too late, Feng Zhiming opened the door and yelled at Yan'er: "Yan'er!"

"I'm just passing by!" She said to Feng Zhiming with an innocent face, turned her head and glared at her son, why did she give birth to such an ignorant son!He took Hang Hang's hand and walked back to the guest room.

Looking at the person on the bed with a sleepy face, Feng Zhiming pulled the quilt over and hugged her, "Go to sleep!" With obvious displeasure in his tone, he turned off the light in the room.

Ling Yanyan raised her head from his embrace, "Zhiming." Her small hand moved on his chest, and her lips pressed against his cheek.

"Huh?" Feng Zhiming held her little hand, what was she thinking?

"May I ask you something?" Ling Yanyan asked him, resisting the bouts of drowsiness.

Feng Zhiming met her eyes, "What's the matter?" With a faint voice, she asked him again?

"Can you help me find Linlin?" Ling Yanyan said.

"For Li Minghao?" Feng Zhiming stared at her closely, every time she had to ask him for another man, he hoped that she would do it for herself.

Ling Yanyan noticed that he was a little unhappy, and said coquettishly, "Can you help me?" She absolutely believed that Feng Zhiming could find out where Qin Lin was.

"It depends on my mood." Feng Zhiming said lightly, looking at the ceiling casually.

Ling Yanyan raised her face, and her pink lips kissed his sexy thin lips. It was originally just a shallow kiss, but it still aroused the desire he had finally suppressed.

He turned over and pressed her under him, "Yanyan, you won, I will help you with this."

"Then you..." Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by his kiss, and a deep kiss ended, "Now, you can only think about me, only look at me! You can only feel me!"

His domineering took over everything, and his gentleness took away all her reason, leaving behind a room full of beauty, permeating the two entwined on the bed.

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