Dominated husband,stay away from me!

The slender hand closed the shower and the man came out of the bathroom in his bathrobe.

Take out a box of cigarettes from your coat pocket, knock out a cigarette and put it in your mouth.

Spit out a smoke ring, he stood in front of the French window, deep eyes looking out of the window.

"Dear."

A pair of lotus root arms were wrapped around her waist, and the woman wore her wet hair and bathrobe.

The man continued to smoke, one hand clasped in the waist, the woman's wrist.

The woman smiles and kisses him on the cheek on tiptoe, "why not come?"

"When I finish smoking." The man said a word and gave the woman a kiss on the cheek.

The woman is very clever, just holding the man.

When a cigarette is finished, the woman reaches for the ashtray.

Throw the cigarette end in, the man turns to embrace the woman, bow his head to kiss on the woman's lips.

"Bell..." Suddenly, the phone rings.

It's a special ring. Women have heard men's ringtones before, not this one.

In this view, it is specially set for someone.

Sure enough, the man pushed aside the woman and walked quickly to the big bed.

Pick up the phone from the bedside table and press the answer button.

"Hello, poetry."

The tone should be as gentle as possible.

The woman sipped her lips.

Wen Junshi looked at the things of the co pilot and asked in a soft voice, "where are you?"

The man raked his hair and said, "hotel."

"Hotel?" When I hear the poem, I frown.

The man went on to say, "well, with a woman, I'm going to have sex."

There was no answer for half a day. The man clenched his fist and coughed softly, "poetry?"

"Well?"

"I lied to you. I'm at home. "

"Oh, is it convenient for you now? I'm quite close to your house

"What? You, are you coming? "

"Inconvenient?"

"Convenient! Convenient! "

Hang up the phone, he took the clothes, hurriedly put on the body.

The woman came over and gritted her teeth: "Fengao, what do you mean? Are you going

Feng Ao didn't look at a woman and said casually, "you can take a taxi to go back." He took out a card from his pocket and threw it on the bed.

"Fengao!" Women roar.

Feng Ao has already picked up the car key and rushed out of the door.

"Damn it!" The woman threw the card on the ground in anger.

She used how long, today almost can climb on his bed, the result is still a failure!

Or lost, lost to the white moon in his heart!

Feng Ao went back by racing.

Fortunately, his hotel is not too far away from his apartment, but he dare not neglect.

Because he didn't know how far Wen Junshi was from his apartment.

He also ran two red lights along the way, and he didn't care. When his car stopped at the bottom of his apartment, he got off the bus and was stunned.

It's the car that hears the meaningful poems, the white carbanquets.

Damn it!

He turned around and ran to the supermarket outside his apartment. He bought several cans of beer and walked back quickly.

Take the elevator upstairs and keep breathing.

"Ding", the elevator door opened, Feng Ao stepped out, and saw a beautiful figure standing at the door of his apartment.

There was also a cake at her feet.

Hearing the sound, Wen Junshi turned around, "back."

Feng Ao nodded and walked forward, "that, the home beer has been drunk, I, I go out to buy some."

"Well."

"You know the code. Why don't you go in?" Feng Ao said, press the password to open the door.

The code is her birthday.

Wen Jun poem whispered: "the host is not at home, guests enter without permission, not very good."

"It's you, it's OK." Feng Ao said in a deep voice, "didi" twice, and the door opened.

Annoyed, he held the door frame.

The room is dark, but the smell in the air, as soon as I smell it, I know that no one has been back for a long time.

Wen Jun poem bent over to pick up the cake, soft voice said: "why not go in?"

Feng Ao lights up the wall lamp and asks her to enter the door.

Changed slippers, Wen Junshi walked into the living room.

There was even a layer of dust floating on the tea table.

With the cake, she stood by the sofa.

Feng Ao quietly went to the bedroom to get a quick towel out and wiped the coffee table.

She looked at him and put the cake on it.

"Whose birthday?" Feng Ao asked casually.

Wen Jun poem laugh, looking at him, "you ah."

"Me?" Stunned, Feng Ao can't believe, "my birthday?"

"Have you forgotten it yourself?" Shaking his head, Wen Junshi sat on the sofa and said in a soft voice: "too confused."Clearly, remember her birthday so firmly, every year there is a special birthday surprise, but not even his own birthday.

Feng Ao smile, suddenly a Zheng.

"So, you're here to celebrate my birthday?" Surprise, ecstasy.

As soon as he grasped Wen Junshi's shoulder, "is that right? Poetry? "

Wen Junshi said: "I only bought the cake, I don't know what you like, so tell me and I'll send you."

I like you.

Feng Ao said in his heart.

Sitting next to her, he looked at the cake, and the man said in a low voice, "good, that's good."

"Cut the cake?"

"Wait a minute."

Call her, he turned, deep eyes coagulate her face, "poetry, do you know what you mean by doing this?"

I was stunned by the poem.

Feng Ao raised eyebrows. "You all know that, don't you?"

"I..."

"You know I lied to you. I haven't been back in this apartment for half a year. I was in the hotel just now, ready to have sex with a woman."

"You don't have to explain that to me." Wen Jun poem gently frown, "this is your own business, do not need to tell me."

"Oh With a smile, Feng Ao opened the cake and picked up a little bit of it casually and sipped it into his mouth. "It's very sweet."

With that, he looked sideways at Wen Jun poem, and his voice was hoarse, "I don't know if there is anything sweeter than it?"

Without reaction, Feng Ao leaned over and kissed her.

Wen Junshi widens his eyes and pushes his hands on his shoulder.

Feng Ao but stubbornly pressed her to the sofa, kiss became fierce and domineering.

She couldn't hide. The tip of her tongue was numb.

Long fingers shuttle through her hair, pressing moderately.

With her eyes closed, she was a little addicted.

Feng Ao's big palm got into her clothes and climbed up along the waist line.

Wen Jun poem was awakened by the sense of touch and forced.

Unexpectedly, he was pushed away by her.

Panting back, she grabbed her skirt and said in a cold voice, "do you want to do what I just want to do to others?"

Feng Ao laughed, "I think, day and night!"

"You

"Poetry is delivered to your door by yourself."

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