Black Street President's Little Lover

024 Reduced to be a hostess (3)

And Xiang Qingshen was still drinking his red wine indifferently, the red wine shook gracefully in the glass, extremely beautiful and flirtatious.

"Okay, I still have something to do today, Young Master Nan, take your time!" Xiang Qingshen stood up suddenly, walked past her without even looking at Jin Ruixi.

A group of people were busy seeing the prince off, no one cared about Jin Ruixi.

She sat on the ground accumulatively, with hot tears dripping down her face, her pretended strength completely collapsed at this moment.

Close your eyes and let the tears flow freely.

"Xiang Qingshen, why are you so cruel?" Jin Ruixi murmured.

I don't want to think about him, but as soon as I close my eyes, his handsome face will appear in front of my eyes, and it is difficult to shake it away.

The heartache was so painful that she couldn't breathe, she really couldn't breathe, maybe it would be okay to die like this!

At this time, Nan Shao ignored the expensive suit and sat on the ground.

Tranquility flowed in every corner of the private room, unlike the noise just now, it is extremely quiet now, only the heartbeats of the two of them can be heard.

Knowing that someone was coming, but she didn't have the strength to open her eyes, and she didn't want to know who saw her distress.

After a few minutes, she felt a big warm hand resting her head on his shoulder.

Such gentle movements made Jin Ruixi reluctant to wake up, and tears slowly flowed down his white shirt.

He didn't care at all, and he threw the suit jacket on the ground casually.

In the box, a person sat there quietly, without saying a word of comfort, but it made people feel warm.

The other one didn't cry loudly, but shed tears silently, and she didn't even want others to see her tears.But it made people feel her despair and helplessness.

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"Qing, are you angry?" Yu Nuanxin was wearing a white nightdress, with long hair hanging behind her, and a pure face.With the figure of a devil, she hugged Xiang Qingshen from behind.

Ever since he came back from the Fireworks Nightclub, he just stood in front of the window without saying a word, what happened to him?are you angry?But why are you angry?

Xiang Qingshen was still looking at the night sky with heavy rain outside, the night was as black as ink.

Her weak and boneless hands began to draw circles restlessly on his chest, kissing his firm back ambiguously, and gently sliding her wet tongue on his back.

No man would be able to bear this kind of teasing that seemed invisible!

"Qing, you are angry!" This is not a question, but an affirmative sentence. She knows that she can feel his low pressure, but she can't know why he is angry.

The hand slowly slid down and came to his mysterious area. Through the briefs, her soft hand gently rubbed the living dragon that could make her ###.

Sure enough, in the next moment, you can feel its recovery.

"Qing, I want it!" As long as she said yes, he would definitely satisfy her. Their bodies fit so well, they belonged to each other, they were the half circle that was missing from each other!

The breath began to become disordered, would such a night be a night of unbearable passion?

He took off his bathrobe, and his figure as fit as Apollo was exposed in front of his eyes, breathing more and more heavily...