Hidden marriage sweet wife is so wild and overwhelming

The next second, song Rao was picked up by beating horizontally. She cried out in surprise, and the two rolled onto the bed.

The tip of the man's nose rubbed her soft cheek: "we eat a little more at night. Let's digest it."

Song Rao slightly picked her eyebrows and demolished his platform: "isn't it not suitable for strenuous exercise to eat too full? How uncomfortable is the tummy bump."

Fu Sicheng smiled slyly: "I'll slow down, digest slowly, and don't bump you."

Song Rao: "I want to say that moderate exercise, such as walking, is effective and safe, don't you think?"

The man kissed her on the cheek, and the big hands under the nightdress made a mess: "do you want to stand? OK, I also like to stand, especially the position beside the balcony is the most comfortable."

Song Rao narrowed her eyes, unconsciously arched her waist and legs, and her breathing was a little disordered. She couldn't help pushing the man's hand: "... Can't you be serious?"

"Who wants to be serious with his wife? Besides, it's not too damaging to be serious when doing such things?"

"It's not a meeting."

Kissed her slightly open red lips again, smiled, pressed her face and asked in a low voice, "baby, are you comfortable?"

Song Rao couldn't think of anything to say to him.

After a while, he suddenly said, "when we are free at the weekend, let's go to the previous night market."

Song Rao breathed heavily: "... What's there? It's easy to stroll."

"Of course, it's easy to stroll. You can date and play games. The toys you win back are just right for you."

"Can see and play."

Every time I close the door, I can't listen to what he says.

Song Rao was sweating and wanted to turn her face away and breathe: "it's so hot." she kept breathing hot air.

"Si Cheng." suddenly called him so.

"Hmm?" the man's voice is hoarse and sexy.

Song Rao hugged him around the neck: "do you prefer my temperament when I lose my memory, or do you prefer my original temperament?"

He probably likes it all. Song Rao thought.

Fu Sicheng: "it depends on the occasion."

Song Rao was puzzled.

Just listen to him say, "if it's in bed, of course I prefer your obedience when you lose your memory."

Song Rao: "asshole, no shape."

Fu Sicheng: "I'm serious. You'd better coax me if you lose your memory. You're never willing to be angry with me."

Song Rao gasped: "in addition to Myanmar, I have breathed with you. When is it difficult to coax?"

"When you lose your memory, I just have to coax you. You are willing to wear any clothes. You don't get angry with me several times."

"The original temperament needs to be coaxed for a long time."

Song Rao: "..." she thought he was really talking about his character problem. As a result, the bastard

"I knew there was nothing you could hear."

Fu Sicheng lost his smile: "but I like to coax you. If I can't coax you next time, I'll change it for you myself."

A long night without a dream.

These days, Fu's painting style is somewhat different - their resolute chairman hung a baby on himself. Take it everywhere, baby.

Everyone is wondering, who is the child's mother?

Is it Miss Zhou's group who had an affair with the chairman? But I heard that the Zhou family has had a big problem recently. It seems that it has offended people. Not only the Zhou family, but also those with relatives have had trouble.

Look at the mood of the chairman's milkman all day. It doesn't look like something big has happened to the child's fucking family.

Besides, if the child's real name is Zhou, he will offend others. There can't be anything wrong with the chairman.

The employees talked about it one after another. Only a group of key members knew that the child's mother didn't have a surname of Zhou. The people offended by the Zhou family were the chairman of the board of directors and Zhou's troubles, which were all caused by them. The net is about to close.

This situation lasted for several days.

On that day, everyone suddenly found that the secretary who had been around the chairman came back to work.