court disaster

As Miss Ye, the dress for Ye Yingning's birthday party was designed by a well-known costumer in Zhonghai City, and the other party came to the door in person with his assistant and multiple sets of costumes.

Zhou Yang also rushed back from the army, took a shower as soon as he entered the door, and then went to try on a suit.

"The size given by Mr. Zhou is very accurate. It seems that there is no need for major changes. Just add a little wrinkle here and it will be perfect."

The designer praised repeatedly, and gently zipped up the zipper on the back of the dress for Ye Yingning.

For this birthday party, Zhou Yang repeatedly selected the brands of dresses that he and Ye Yingning wore that day, and finally chose the designer who has been in charge of the high-end customization of dinner parties for celebrities and female relatives in Zhonghai City for many years, and personally finalized the two dresses. dress styles.

The dress he chose for Ye Yingning was in line with her temperament, revealing her personality in simplicity, tube top style, short front and long back fishtail skirt supported by 11 fish bones, which set off the upper body very plump and straight, and also The straight long legs that she has always been proud of are loomingly exposed.

"I will write down all the details that need to be revised later, and the dress will be delivered directly to Xishan Villa on your birthday."

After the designer finished speaking, Ye Yingning's long hair was simply tied up for her, exposing her fair and slender neck, so that she could see the overall shape clearly.

The woman in the mirror was slender and moderate, with two smooth collarbones protruding under her snow-white neck, and her rounded shoulders on both sides formed a perfect arc. The champagne-colored dress made her look extremely noble and elegant, adding a lot of mystery and charm to her.

The bedroom door slammed softly, and Zhou Yang, who had changed into his suit in the next room, walked in slowly. He nodded and smiled at the designer and her assistant in a very gentlemanly way, exchanged a few words of greeting, and then turned his eyes on the night sky. On Ying Ning.

The unconcealable astonishment spread in Zhou Yang's eyes. He knew that his wife was beautiful and had an outstanding temperament.It's just that in the half a year after marriage, he almost never had the opportunity to appreciate her dressed up like this—the two slept in separate rooms, and because he didn't know how to deal with each other's relationship, he kept forcing himself to Reduce the number of times you go home.

"Mr. Zhou."

After the designer asked, he personally arranged the hem of Ye Ying Ning's winding skirt, then left with his assistant, and gently closed the door.

In the huge room, only Zhou Yang and Ye Yingning were left, the two of them were not far away, and the two figures appeared in the mirror at the same time, and at a glance, they looked like a couple.

"Do you still like it? Mom said she wanted to surprise you, so she told me not to."

He stood in front of Ye Yingning with his hands in his pockets, and spoke lightly, as if all of this was nothing more than entrusted loyalty, not from the heart.

"She has nothing to do all day, so she naturally wants to have fun when she has a chance. Thank you for your hard work. I like it very much."

Ye Yingning twitched the corners of her mouth a few times, forcing a grateful smile to him.

She really didn't expect that her parents would be so motivating this time, and they wanted to pave the way for her future. After all, she didn't have any biological brothers and sisters to rely on, and she could only inherit the Ye family's business in the future.

"Compared to hearing the word 'hard work', I hope my wife can be more affectionate to me."

Zhou Yang withdrew his hand, walked over, and walked up to her.

It was only then that Ye Yingning realized that he was so tall, almost as tall as Chong Tiange, and she was half a head shorter than him in high heels.

For a moment, inexplicable pressure and tension rushed over her face, making her a little panicked.

Maybe it was because there were too many secrets hidden in this marriage, or maybe it was because she always felt that her death was directly related to the man in front of her. In short, Ye Yingning was not only afraid of Zhou Yang, but also guarded.

"Why don't you talk, huh?"

Gently embracing her waist with his right hand, Zhou Yang straightened her face so that her eyes were facing him.

I don't know what to say to him, and I don't even want to say anything to him. Zhou Yang is just the most familiar stranger to the present Ye Yingning. He lives under the same roof, but he can't even have a bed with a different dream.

According to the relevant policies and regulations, if Zhou Yang didn't take the initiative to file for a divorce with the organization, then no accident, the two would continue to entangle for many years and continue to maintain this nominal marriage.

And Ye Yingning really doesn't want to reveal his hidden illness to the world. Making it public may free her from the cage of marriage, but in that case, the relationship between her and Luan Chi will be completely exposed. Light, she did not dare to act rashly.

"No, the waist is a little tight, which makes me uncomfortable. It seems that I should lose weight."

Ye Yingning hurriedly changed the subject, her chin was still held by Zhou Yang, so she had to lower her eyes to avoid his sharp gaze.

Zhou Yang sneered, laughing at her being so incompetent in lying, he simply let go.

"If it's tightened, just take it off."

His hand went around Ye Yingning's back, accurately touched the zipper, and slid it down.

She turned pale in shock, turned her head immediately, and bent down desperately to stop Zhou Yang's movements, her body posture was suddenly extremely strange.

In the mirror, the two are entangled together, one desperately hiding, the other pressing every step of the way.

In the end, Ye Yingning's dress slipped to her waist, she looked at Zhou Yang in embarrassment, and shouted angrily in a low voice: "Are you crazy?"

A group of designers were still waiting outside, but inside a door, he humiliated her so much!

Being so close, she could even smell the light fragrance of his body, which should be the smell of aftershave, the smell of the sea, mixed with the clear fragrance of mint and green tea, which makes people lose their minds for a moment.

There are two thin breast stickers on the chest. The skin-friendly design fits tightly to the skin, wrapping the beautifully shaped two round balls, which vibrate endlessly with the movement.

He had seen her naked body. On the wedding night, she numbly stripped off in front of him, and the machine climbed onto the bed like a puppet.She was lying on her back with her face up, her hands folded on her stomach, as if waiting for some kind of torture to come.

A gust of hot air began to flow slowly from the top of Zhou Yang's head, and the blood in his whole body was faintly churning. There were bursts of warm currents in his lower abdomen, and they all gathered at a certain point between his legs, making it gradually become congested and hard. .

The long-lost impulse swept through his body again. He was a little uncertain, but he was extremely eager, as if a drowning person had grasped a life-saving straw, and he had to try everything!

"You let go!"

Ye Yingning only thought that Zhou Yang was torturing herself on purpose as revenge, but she didn't think of a deeper possibility, which made her ashamed and indignant.

Immersed in anticipation, Zhou Yang couldn't wait to know whether he could regain his glory, so no matter what Ye Yingning said or did, he would never stop.

"Zhou Yang, come out..."

Before she finished shouting, Zhou Yang had already lowered his head, taking advantage of his height, he couldn't help but gag Ye Yingning's mouth.

One of his hands was still on her waist, and the little dress was loosely wrapped around her slender waist.

And his other hand was completely driven by the male's desire, pressing on her full chest, squeezing in from the edge of the nipple, gently kneading the soft and tender flesh.

Since that night when they shared the same bed, Zhou Yang found sadly that he really couldn't completely hate this woman, even if she pushed him into the abyss with her own hands.

The love and hatred for her are like floodgates, the desire in the heart and the incapacity of the body, which is tantamount to heating a pot with fire, keeping him awake all night.

"Is that how he touched you?"

Recalling the scene of that day, deep jealousy and resentment floated in his heart, Zhou Yang let go of his lips, and gently uttered a question.