After the first movie: the president's husband takes it home

Chapter 363 What do you want to play?
After entangled in the car for a long time, Jiang Chenxi let her go.

When they left, their clothes were in a mess, and Song Chujiu's red lips were slightly swollen.

She glanced at him with anger and flattery, and then said lightly: "President Jiang, how does it feel to kiss your sister, does it taste good?"

Her fox eyes are bright and charming.

Jiang Chenxi glanced at her, looked at her smirking little face, and pinched her waist as if punishing her.

He gritted his teeth, and whispered in her ear: "Does it feel good to seduce my brother?"

His voice was gnashing his teeth, and seeing her like that, he was angry and itchy.

Song Chujiu blinked, looked at him with a smile, leaned over, and whispered in his ear: "It feels...excellent."

"It's exciting and exciting. I haven't done such an exciting thing for a long time."

She smiled wickedly, and that charming little face seemed to be shining.

When Jiang Chenxi heard her words, he pursed his lips and looked at her, suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, and he stretched out his hand to grab her into his arms, and with all his strength, he hugged her completely from the co-pilot.

He placed her whole body horizontally on his lap, tightly against his chest, and was placed in the space between the steering wheel and his chest.

The two were very close.

He put her on his lap sideways, fixed his eyes on her and said, "Then do you want to call to make it more exciting?"

His eyes fixed on Song Chujiu, and the heat in the whole car seemed to suddenly ignite.

It was ambiguous and provocative.

Even she could feel Jiang Chenxi's increasingly hot eyes, and felt a little uncomfortable all over.

She pouted, moved, and said, "No!"

"I'm going back, it's getting late."

She lay lazily in his arms, and said with a smile: "Dear Oppa, if you fight in the car with your sister, you are not afraid of being secretly photographed, and the photos will be placed on grandpa's desk tomorrow?"

She paused, and said: "You are not afraid, I am, what if Grandpa gets angry and gets sick?"

"His body can't bear any stimulation now, Uncle Zhong told me."

There was a bit of cunning in her eyes, but there was also a bit of concern.

When Jiang Chenxi saw the concern in her eyes, he smiled faintly, and said, "If you care so much about grandpa's illness, do you really think of yourself as Jiang Rongrong?"

He paused, and added: "Since when did you become so kind, Song Chujiu?"

Song Chujiu looked at Jiang Chenxi over there, stretched out his hand and scratched his face like an old hooligan, and then said with a smile: "Of course, Mr. Jiang's thighs are easier to hug than yours, of course you have to hug him tightly." Tighten Grandpa's thigh."

She tilted her head with a playful smile and said, "Dear Ouba, you see, I am Jiang Rongrong now, do I have to open a back door for making movies?"

"What kind of heroine do you want me to play?"

She squinted her eyes and yawned lazily.

Jiang Chenxi listened to her words, and looked at her comfortable and lazy appearance lying in his arms, just like a graceful Persian cat.

But why... the word Ouba sounds... so harsh.

Jiang Chenxi felt a little unhappy.

He tightened her waist violently, bit her petal-like lips, and then said lightly: "What do you want to play?"

　(PS: After I came back, the background was hung up, and I couldn't get in. It just so happened that I went out today at eight o'clock, so I didn't have time at eight o'clock.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)