Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

Those fierce men on the Internet take off their clothes and show off. Mom, they are hot eyes. They have no beauty at all. On the contrary, they make her goose bumps.

Yu Guheng, however, gives people a natural and unrestrained feeling with a little decadent. The movements of eyebrows, eyes and fingers seem to have an invisible teasing.

Kong Chengcheng really doesn't think he has a melon seed at hand. Otherwise, isn't it a great pleasure in life to knock the melon seed and watch this "beautiful scenery" at the same time.

"How's it going?" Yu Guheng's voice suddenly sounded.

"Very good," she replied reflexively.

"What about three years ago?"

"It seems more interesting, this chest muscle... Tut tut..." she had an impulse to drool. Her eyes stared at others' chest almost without blinking.

Then after a few seconds, she suddenly reflected the questions and answers she had just had with him.

Suddenly, Kong Chengcheng's face became more red. However, this guy also tried to put on a serious expression, poked each other's chest muscle with his hand and said, "it seems that you have worked hard for fitness in recent years." well, it feels good.

But, uh, stop, that's it! Otherwise, she was afraid that she was the one who couldn't stop the car.

"I think... I'd better wash my face first," she said, and ran into the bathroom, leaving Yu Guheng alone.

Yu Guheng looked at the bathroom door closed with a bang. The casual smile on his face slowly converged. His fingers gently brushed the chest position she had just poked with her fingers. He only felt that the place was burning badly.

"Chengcheng, how long are you going to run?" the girl didn't feel nothing for him. But every time he entered, she withdrew, so that he didn't know what to do.

It seems that the distance between them is always so far. No matter how hard he tries to pull into the distance between them, she will always keep the distance unchanged.

But it happened that he couldn't give up the girl. If it wasn't for her, it would be meaningless.

It took him three years to understand this truth, and now, how much time should he spend to get her back to him? Love him like three years ago!

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In the other room of the hotel, Qin Sitong looked at the mobile phone Jun Jisheng handed her. Tears couldn't help rolling down, because the hand holding the mobile phone was full of scars, some scars, the skin was worn and dry blood.

"What's the matter with your injuries? Did you roll down the mountain or something?" she asked. His injury shocked her.

"It's just a small injury. It's all skin trauma." he said faintly, "this is your mobile phone. I found it in the mountain last night, but I pinched it. I'll buy you another one later."

"Don't worry about the cell phone." Qin Si Tong took her cell phone and put it aside. He hurriedly said, "where else did you get hurt, eh?"

What she wants to know most now is his injury.

Her anxious appearance seemed to please him, and a radian could not help reminding him of the corner of his lips.

"I'm so anxious that you still laugh," she said.

"You're worried about me. Isn't it worth my smile?" he said. "But it's really just a small injury. Don't worry. It'll be all right in two days."