Chief husband, strong love!

The fierce and domineering tongue encroached on her mouth wantonly, with the smell of tobacco on the man.

Shen Enron sat on his lap and was imprisoned by his hands.

The lips were gnawed and sucked and hurt. Unlike kissing, it was like trying to tear her bones into her abdomen. The big palm on her back waist didn't allow her to retreat.

Her eyes were stirred up by a layer of water light, and the sound of sobbing was swallowed by his deep kiss.

How could he be so bad, lose his temper without reason, and kiss her speechless when he disagrees with her

Shen Enron finally slowly disarmed and surrendered, and his stiff resistance body softened involuntarily.

Until the car stopped and was let go by him, she was still soft in his arms.

Yeshengting didn't seem to care about the driver in front and opened the door directly.

She was surrounded by his strong arms and got out of the car.

Shen Enron tilted his head and buried his red face in his chest until he was carried into the suite he lived in yesterday.

"Yeshengting, I'll discuss something with you..." as soon as she entered the suite, her legs softened involuntarily and her hands hesitated in front of his chest, "I'm very tired today... Really tired and painful..."

Yesheng Ting kicked the door with his legs and didn't speak.

"When I took the advertisement, I insisted on doing my duty until the afternoon. In fact, I couldn't hold on for a long time. Will you treat me as my great aunt today?"

He hugged her without any intention of loosening. He came in through the door of the suite and walked to the bedroom.

Shen Enron's heart collapsed. If there was still a little strength in the car to argue with him just now, it would be completely counseling to go to the room, which is convenient for him to play.

She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and said, "just once, just once!"

Night Shengting finally lowered his eyes and glanced at the red and wronged woman in his arms.

With a very faint sneer, he pressed her down the moment he put her on the bed, put his hands on both sides of her head and neck, and whispered, "you can do your duty in advertising. When you fulfill your night wife's obligations, you bargain with me?"

Shen Enron pursed his lower lip. "It's not bargaining, it's... Owe it first, and then make it up."

"I don't have credit."

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Yesheng Ting stared at her in despair and released her, "pack up your things and get ready for the plane in three hours."

"Me?" She blinked, stunned, "I'm going back with you, too?"

Ye Shengting was too lazy to answer such questions. He took a dress and prepared to take a shower.

"I haven't finished my advertisement yet."

"You don't have to shoot until you're finished."

Shen Enron heard his inappropriate tone and hurriedly got up from the big bed, "but I signed the contract and didn't finish shooting the breach of contract."

"The breach of contract is handled by someone. You don't have to take care of it." He opened the bathroom door in a tone of no discussion.

He said it easily. Anyway, he was not the one who broke the contract, nor was he the one who had no credit, nor was he the one who had word-of-mouth in the future.

"Sheng Ting at night!" She jumped out of bed barefoot, grabbed his arm and said in theory, "no! If you don't shoot, you won't shoot. Will anyone ask me for an advertisement in the future? If you want to go, go by yourself, and I'll go back after shooting."

He thought of the bruises on her body, looked at her resolute expression and said coldly, "try it, I don't agree. Can you shoot it smoothly?"

Shen Enron was stunned and watched him enter the bathroom.

He did it on purpose, didn't he?

No, she can't wait to die.

"Yesheng..." Shen Enron pushed the door. The man who had taken off his coat was enough to let people's nosebleed into his eyes.