The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

Jiang Yueming didn't speak any more, and went straight.

Flowers fall on the path, and white clothes win the snow.

Xiaobao stared blankly at her walking away.

The golden house hides the charm.It turned out that Jiao is such a thing.

She sat cross-legged again.

The setting sun slowly sprinkled down.Thousands of red roses seem to be inlaid with a golden edge, and the fragrance is even more seductive in the night wind.

Rose Rose I love you.There is a reason why the world loves roses.In this world, where is there any other flower that can compare with red roses?She picked many flowers, sprinkled them all over the bluestone, and then lay down again.

When Qu Cunzi approached, what he saw was such a scene.

The woman casually fell into the pile of roses, and the fragrance was all over the floor, extremely fragrant.

He had never thought Xiaobao was good-looking before, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that the face in the pile of flowers was so cute: rosy, bright, youthful, and eye-catching.And her black eyebrows, black hair, and white teeth... There was also a smile on her face when she fell asleep, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, looking like a boiled apple, steaming hot.No, no, no, like a ignorant dragonfly, or a small cicada wrapped in a cicada's wings, about to move around and break out of its shell...

What a refreshing feeling!

Oh, I used to think she was ordinary.Now Fang knows that she is not inferior to those little models.

That's weird, why did I just find out today?

Is it not uncommon for people to be delivered to your door automatically because of your humble personality?What can't be obtained will be rare?

If you buy a rice bowl for 10 yuan, it will be broken if you break it. Buying a blue and white porcelain for 100 million yuan, if it breaks, I'm afraid my heart will be broken too.

What is important is not what it is, but the price it represents.It's just that people often don't understand this.

The setting sun moves, and the shadows of flowers float.The woman in the flower pile is so sweet and lovely.

He suddenly laughed, squatted down, and sat down next to her.

"Little Treasure..."

She was soundly asleep, murmuring.

He put his arms around her, and at the same time, the refreshing rose scent on her body entangled his nerve endings.He opened his mouth and bit the rose petals on her lips.

The sweetness penetrates from the smell to the taste, so delicious.

This familiar warm body, even if he didn't go to Wutong Pavilion for a few days, when he embraced it again, he didn't feel strange at all.In particular, the gradually rising heat of the arm was like unmelted candle oil, sticky, slippery, and an indescribable taste.

He nibbled on those soft and plump lips, and his whole body swelled uncontrollably, just like countless nights, the warmth he hugged had inadvertently become a deep-rooted habit.

"Little Treasure...Little Treasure..."

He softly called her in her ear, caressing her, the soft hair hanging down, brushing away thousands of emotional confusion.

She woke up and turned over.The spring shirt was flimsy, and he just happened to hug his chest full of nephrite jade and fragrance.

"Xiaobao...you forgot my order?"

"Um..."

His lips were pressed against hers, sweetly: "How did I tell you then?? You are not allowed to wear clothes around me...Look, it's in the way...It's so thick, take it off..."

She was bleary-eyed and smirked.

This guy.This is outdoors.Who doesn't wear clothes outdoors?

He didn't care, he reached in with his big hand.This is his forbidden place, no one dares to enter.