Chief husband, strong love!

The aftereffect of wine made her more and more drunk.

The little red face is a little charming.

The smell of men on her face makes her more intoxicated.

Shen Enron's lips overflowed with a few soft hums. The familiar voice seemed to make her heart tremble at the deepest place.

"Tell me, who am I?"

"You..." she narrowed her eyes, reached out and touched his face, touched his nose from his side face, and finally touched his face all over, "Yesheng Ting!"

The man's deep eyes burned a little light, and his thin lips kissed her palm.

He bent his face gently, buried it in her hair and hugged her tightly.

He can deal with her slowly. He has plenty of time to find out her past and purpose bit by bit, forcing her to take the initiative to admit it to him.

But he couldn't bear that she was here, but he couldn't see her or touch her.

The missing from soul to body made him fall into her breath involuntarily.

Although I hate this woman, I dare to leave him, don't want him, and take that smelly boy more important than him.

But it's nice that she's still alive.

"Don't... don't do this..." she muttered a little discontented, with a small face and a soft and weak hand, pushing the man who held himself too tight, incoherent, "I can't breathe... You, you're too hard..."

He loosened a little, leaned against the back of the seat, gently hugged her and watched her get drunk.

Just for a while.

"It's so hot..."

Shen Enron whispered, trying to get off him with both hands and feet.

He was so hot that she wanted to blow the wind.

The thin windbreaker on her body was not buttoned. The straddling posture exposed her legs to his sight. The skirt had long been pushed to her waist after he picked her up.

Now she moved her leg and was held down by the man's big palm and dragged back.

He looked serious and pressed her face back on his chest. "If you move again, I'll throw you down."

The woman's voice was particularly aggrieved, "but it's hot!"

Night Shengting looked out of the window, "bear it!"

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the downstairs of Shen Enron's high-end apartment.

He wrapped the woman who slept a little confused in his arms tightly in a windbreaker, then picked her up horizontally and got off the bus.

The apartment Andy prepared for her is on the top floor.

He opened the door with her hand on the fingerprint and didn't turn on the light.

This is the top apartment with the most land and gold in the center of Victoria city. The decoration is extravagant but unconventional.

The whole landing window, the city night scene is gorgeous.

He took her in and felt a trace of happiness. At least she should have had a good life in recent years.

Night Shengting was thinking about something, and his lips were soft.

The drunken woman climbed up with her hands and kissed him on the lips.

He lowered his eyes and saw her approaching in the dark.

"Want to hold?" The man's voice was low and clear, close to her forehead.

Her voice was like somniloquy, "to..."

She wants to.

I saw him many times in my dream. When I woke up, I felt that the reality was so far from the dream.

However, she would still hold him tightly when dreaming.

He buried his whole face in his chest.

Because when she woke up, she didn't dare to think again.

His voice was lower. "Now tell me, who are you?"

The woman close to his lips was stunned, hugged the back of his neck and didn't speak.

Who is she?

Night Shengting looked at the dull and hesitant silence of the woman with blurred eyes.

His vision slowly darkened, and he suddenly pressed her on the glass of the French window, "you dare say Mu Xier three words to try!"