Born to be together: this president is so perverted

Xu Wuyou had no reason. He sat directly on Han Zhifan's waist, "make it clear!"

That posture was a little indescribable. The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly became ambiguous. Xu Wuyou hurriedly wanted to get up, but his wrist was caught.

Xu Wuyou nervously looked at his wrist and said stumbling, "Han Zhifan, what are you going to do?"

"What do you say?" Han Zhifan's deep eyes began to become hot.

"Ah, I'm suddenly thirsty. I'm going to drink water." Xu Wuyou said, reaching out to break his palm. His face was anxious.

I really can't waste it any more, otherwise it's easy to wipe the gun and go off fire.

Han Zhifan held on.

The two fought with their eyes. Xu Wuyou lost the battle first. His eyes rolled for a while, and he leaned over and kissed Han Zhifan's cheek. "I'm not well yet. You can bear it first."

It has always been Xu wuworry's principle to be able to bend and stretch.

"When?"

Xu Wuyou understood. He was asking when he could recover.

There is no such thing as this disease. There is no good or no good.

"I don't know." Xu Wuyou shook his head, indicating that he was also very upset.

At this time, Han Zhifan turned over and pressed Xu Wuyou under his body. His head approached Xu Wuyou, nose to nose, "one is not enough."

Just a kiss, Xu Wuyou could afford it. She closed her eyes and waited for him to kiss.

However, when their lips were about to align, Xu Wuyou's stomach "cooed".

It was untimely. Xu Wuyou liked it and saved her, although it was a little embarrassing.

She thought she could make it through tonight, but

She turned her head, pushed away Han Zhifan, smiled and said, "I'm hungry. Shall we go down and eat?"

The man stood still and stared at her.

"I'm really hungry. Will you take me to eat delicious food?" Xu Wuyou blinked his big eyes and looked at him pitifully.

Han Zhifan doesn't want to eat, he just wants to eat Xu wuworry!

Reluctantly, he got up from her, sat on the bed, and glanced bitterly at the cheerful Xu Wuyou, "if you eat again, you will become a fat man!"

In a few months, she will be really fat.

Xu Wuyou glanced at his belly and said, "no, let's eat. I'm really hungry. You're the best husband." Xu Wuyou approached him and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"The servant is off duty." Xu Wuyou kissed, and Han Zhifan said with some looseness.

"How about going out to eat? Now that the night market has begun, let's start the" crazy eating "mode." Xu Wuyou got excited, sat on the bed, broke his fingers and counted the snack names with interest.

"Roasted eggplant, roasted chicken wings, leeks, hot dogs, spicy hot, chicken wings steamed rice, they haven't spoiled my stomach for a long time, and they really want to eat." Xu Wuyou said that the saliva would flow out at last, and his stomach was even more hungry.

In order to prove how hungry he was, Xu wuworry's stomach "cooed" again, which was very suitable for the occasion.

"Look, it's barking again. Aren't you afraid of being noisy by it at night?" Xu Wuyou directly pulled Han Zhifan up, but she found something wrong when she just pulled it up. Why did she take Han Zhifan out to eat? Wouldn't it be better for her to go alone?

Xu Wuyou threw away Han Zhifan's hand like throwing garbage. As he got out of bed, he said, "Han Zhifan, lend me your car. I'll go out and have something to eat."

This woman is really proficient in steering in the wind!

The moment his arm was thrown down, Han Zhifan wanted to tear Xu Wuyou with his bare hands!

Xu Wuyou quickly changed his clothes. As soon as he wanted to step out, his wrist was caught, "Hey, what are you doing? Don't bother me to go out to eat!"

Han Zhifan said coldly, "this is a suburb."

The night market can only be found in prosperous places. This is a suburb, which means a long distance.

It's so hard to have a snack. Maybe there's no worry, blue and thin, mushrooms.

Xu Wuyou suddenly had a flash of light. It's so late. Grandpa and they must be asleep. She can go to the kitchen and be a little mouse.

"Then I'll sneak into the kitchen and make some food myself. Is this always OK?" Xu Wuyou asked carefully. If this doesn't work, she and her baby can only starve tonight.

Xu Wuyou stared at Han Zhifan tightly, and didn't dare to blink, trying to convey his determination of "having to eat" to him through his eyes.

Han Zhifan nodded.

Xu Wuyou jumped out for fear that he would repent.

She grabbed the refrigerator door and looked at the dazzling range of ingredients inside. She was worried for a time. Xu Wuyou saw spaghetti with sharp eyes. It should be very good to have noodles at night.

At this time, she heard Han Zhifan's footsteps. After adding water to the pot to make a fire, Xu Wuyou ran out and asked him, "Mr. Han, do you want to eat below me?"

"Below you?" Han Zhifan repeated these three words.

"Yes, do you want it?"

Han Zhifan pointed to his temple and seemed to be considering the feasibility of that matter.

A big man eats noodles and whets haw so much that Xu Wuyou looks down on him.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." the water is about to boil.

Han Zhifan is still tangled. It seems that he is very talkative.

It's beyond the acceptable range, but it can also be regarded as the interest between husband and wife.

"Are you serious?" Han Zhifan glanced at the living room with his black eyes.

"Of course I'm serious. It's just a word whether to eat or not. Why are you so inky? The water needs to be boiled. Do you want to eat noodles?" she was almost hungry and had no time to ink.

He looked cold.

This is not that.

Han Zhifan walked to the sofa disappointed. Seeing the pillow on the sofa, he grabbed the pillow angrily, threw it hard on another sofa and said coldly, "don't eat."

If you don't eat, you won't eat. What's your temper.

The temper of rich people is really inexplicable.

Xu Wuyou took a deep look at Han Zhifan with disdain. He turned and walked to the kitchen. After the water boiled, he poured some refined salt, put the noodles in the pot, took out his mobile phone, adjusted the time, stirred it for a few times, determined that he would not stick to the pot, took his mobile phone out of the kitchen and went to the guest room.

He quickly posted Han Zhifan's wet photos on his microblog, but his face was mosaic and he couldn't see who the person was. In less than two minutes, there were dozens of comments:

[abdominal muscles, abdominal muscles, I love you: roar, saliva fell all over the floor ~ I really want to take off his clothes, rub his abdominal muscles and plant strawberries on him!!!]

[beautiful man's crotch staring cat: Based on my years of crotch staring experience, a certain department of the man in the picture is certainly not small. The blogger is really good at sex! Envy ing!!]

[all the beautiful men in the world are gay: sister, is this your bodyguard? Are they going to pick up soap and order dessert first? Sister, please broadcast it live.]