Hidden marriage sweet honey: president, super love

Fu Yi is silently irritated, "those patients have nothing to do with you, I will let someone take your place, you go back first!"

I heard Jiang's voice.

"Now few doctors are willing to come here, you first transfer people to help, wait for hands enough, you can send me away, I'll go right away."

Fu Yi had never seen such a stubborn woman. He wanted to pry her head open to see what was in it.

His angular and handsome face was tight, as if he could not hold down his anger at any time. He grabbed Jiang Nuan's hand and refused to let her go. "You learned to fight me after five years abroad?"

"What?"

"The more I don't let you do, the more you want to do. When I get angry, you will be happy?"

“……”

Jiang Nuan is very aggrieved. She didn't think so at all, OK!

"You've made it," he said without expression

He pressed the man on the wall again, put one hand on the edge of Jiang's head, looked at the white skin of the man in his arms, and then looked at the eyes like water. He did not suppress his anger any more. He lowered his head and two thin lips fell down.

"Well."

Suddenly the kiss was so hot that ginger was warm. He waved his head around and struggled with his hands.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

Such intimacy should be done by lovers. They are going to divorce soon. They are not even lovers. Why embarrass themselves afterwards

"Let go!"

The more I think about her, the heavier and more uncomfortable I feel.

Hands hard to push up the man who clamped himself, "Fu Yi, you let go!"

Fu Yi was ruthless. He was seldom ruthless. The long and narrow eyes of Danfeng were infected with eroticism, and his mouth was bitten by Jiang Wen. He didn't let go of the bleeding. He put her against the wall and said, "why don't you call Fu Ju?"

Ginger warm and shy and angry, a pair of autumn water Mou son gas scarlet, "Fu Yi, you don't bully people, bully too much, I'm angry."

"I see it." Every time she gets angry, she always pours her cheeks, just like rhubarb dogs who lose their temper. No wonder people say that dogs follow their owners. "I'm also angry."

Ginger heating a back down, bite teeth squeeze out, "so?"

If he is angry, he will make himself angry. He is still a big man. How can he be so careful? She didn't find him careful before.

Fu Yi told her with practical action, so he bowed his head and pecked her red mouth in spite of her struggle.

"Stay away from that man!"

"Well?"

Jiang Wennao didn't keep up with his rhythm.

Which man?

He seemed to hear his heart voice, squinting, "the man who came with you, stay away from him, he didn't have a good heart."

"Ha?" Jiang Chuan chuckled, raised his hand and asked him, "are you all right?"

She looks red like an apple, and her mouth is even worse. The corners of her mouth are broken. She glares at herself with an angry look. She doesn't seem to be angry or coquettish. Fu Yi's heart suddenly softened. He reached out and stroked her cheek. His fingertips felt soft and delicate like jelly. He folded his eyelashes to cover his possessive desire. His voice was hoarse. "I'm different. I'm your husband. How can I be reasonable and legal to you? Other men can't do it!"

Jiang Wenxin suddenly jumped, with hot to shake off his hand, push him away, don't start, quickly murmured, "ha ha, you're not very good!"

With that, in order to cover up the fact that her heart beat fast, she also quickly glanced at the place she shouldn't have seen, which was meaningful.