The Giants Trap: The First Lady Does Not Come Home

Chapter 59

fuck it!

Don't all the women who are about to get married appear very virtuous and diligent?What else does this dead woman want from him?

It's the opposite of the sky!Dare to 'reasonable division of labor' with him!
Huo Qirui gritted his teeth and grabbed the dishes on the table, even asking him to wash them!
Just as the raised hand was about to fall to the ground, he glanced at the direction of the guest room, then at the plate in his hand, hesitated for a while but still did not fall.

After taking two steps, he threw the plate in his hand directly into the trash basket.

This is not enough!What kind of dishes are you washing, they are dirty!

In the guest room, Du Liangchen soaked in the hot water for a while in the bathroom, and the fatigue all over his body was relieved.

After turning off the lotus pod, Du Liangchen realized that he hadn't brought any clothes. Looking around the bathroom, Du Liangchen tied a light blue bath towel around his waist, which was just enough to block the scenery in front of him.

Opening the bathroom door, Du Liangchen's hair was still dripping, so he took the towel that was on the shelf and wiped it on his hair.

The long hair was as thick and smooth as seaweed, and it was messed up by the towel at the moment.

The front hair just covered her eyes, and with her head down, she could only see the clean floor.

Du Liangchen sat down on the bed while wiping his hair, a pair of black eyes staring straight at the woman beside him.

The light blue bath towel outlined the perfect lines on her body. After taking a bath, her body carried a faint scent of wine, which was charming and seductive.

"Ah - how did you come in?" When Huo Qirui was still thinking, Du Liangchen suddenly let out a cry.

Huo Qirui raised his eyes and looked at her indifferently, "Of course he walked in...the door was not closed." He looked at the flustered woman leisurely, and signaled the open guest room door with his eyes.

He really didn't expect that as soon as he entered the door and sat down on the bed gently, he admired such a moving picture of a beauty coming out of the bath.

Seeing Huo Qirui staring at her all the time, her eyes were naked, as if she was not wearing anything.

That's right, she didn't wear it.

"Hooligans - don't go out yet -" Du Liangchen pulled the bath towel on his body, trying to make himself safer, and said angrily while waiting for his eyes.

"Go out? Where are you going?" Huo Qirui smiled wickedly, "This is my home..."

Damn man!
This villa has at least ten or eight guest rooms, so why come to hers!
It is clearly uneasy and kind!Bad intentions!

"Rogue—you get out—I'm going to rest—" Du Liangchen began to push him, his soft arms pushed Huo Qirui's arm, looking like a young couple who were angry and awkward.

Du Liangchen's hand grabbed his arm and pushed him away. The smell of wine on his body was like a mysterious Gu, making him a little addicted and unable to extricate himself.

This taste, this feeling, seems to have known each other for centuries.

His strong arm suddenly swung back, and Du Liangchen was swept into his arms and pulled onto the bed.

"They're all called hooligans... How can you be worthy of this charge if you don't admit it..."

The closer the distance, Huo Qirui stuck to her ear, and the breath he exhaled made her whole body extremely stiff and embarrassed.

"That, that, what are you going to do?" Du Liangchen was a little out of breath under his pressure, and asked weakly lying between him and the bed.

"What do you think?" Huo Qirui freed up a hand to straighten her face hidden on the bed, "Of course it's what a hooligan would do..."

Lips as thin as cicada's wings were infinitely close to her face, and Du Liangchen gently closed his eyes.

Du Liangchen, he will come sooner or later when he should come.

Accept the reality earlier, let everything in the past draw a static mark.

Huo Qirui's kiss is different from Qiao An's. Qiao An is always like spring rain, endless but gentle and delicate.

And he, like a storm for a while, and like a dragonfly for a while, his thin lips delicately traced Du Liangchen's lips and face, brushing past her ears, his neck as smooth as snow, all the way down...

Du Liangchen's whole body was huddled in Huo Qirui's arms, as if taking his broad chest as a cover, but it happened to be a sheep entering the tiger's mouth...

(End of this chapter)