Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

The hair became a lazy ball head, and there was a wisp of slightly curved hair on the cheek, graceful and playful.

Lu Mian looked around in the mirror and couldn't make up his mind. Finally, with questioning eyes, he looked at the man sitting at the desk. She didn't ask anything. He could read her eyes.

Nodding, he got up, bypassed his desk and came to her, "that's it. It's beautiful."

Lu Mian motioned that the makeup maker could leave first. After the office door was closed, she put her hand out.

It's rare to hear him boast. Lu Mian's mood is... Beautiful.

Taking her soft hand, Ling Yushen subconsciously clenched it. With his strength, Lu Mian stood up and said, "let's go."

As soon as the voice fell, the man's arm had been around her waist.

The design of Qipao's waist retraction, so that the thickness of a layer of clothing material can not be separated from the heat brought by his arm.

The heat went deep into the skin through the clothes, as if to burn her soul.

"Can you... Put your hands down?"

Ling Yushen frowned, "where do you put it?"

He asked knowingly.

Lu Mian frowned, and the pink lips tooted slightly, "take it away."

"Why?"

Really... What a reasonable tone.

Lu Mian was almost questioned by him and began to doubt himself.

"This is my waist."

"This is also my wife's waist."

Lu Mian: "

For a long time, she held out two words, "hooligan."

Ling Yushen's thin lips rose, and the bottom of his eyes also caught a little smile. Even his voice became gentle. "If this is a hooligan, what was it before we slept together?"

"Shameless!"

Take away his hand and Lu Mian ran away first.

I forgot to wear stiletto heels on my feet. After running, I almost twisted my ankle.

"Be careful." Overhead came a low, reproachful voice.

Ling Yushen had hugged her waist and tightened her eyebrows, "don't run around."

"I didn't run around. I ran because you played a hooligan on me."

After entering the president's special elevator, Ling Yushen changed her silent and introverted appearance, pressed her on the elevator wall, pinched her chin and rubbed her smooth skin with her finger abdomen, "just say it again."

He... What does he want to do?

Lu Mian, who was constantly knocked by the wall, was filled with surprise in his eyes and a short blank in his brain. His low voice asked, "say it."

"Say what?" Brain short circuit, she asked.

Lu Mian's eyes, better to see his sexy Adam's apple, rolled up and down. Ling Yushen pinched her chin a little more. She frowned and cried pain.

The spoiled person is very delicate even when he cries pain. Ling Yushen releases his strength and caresses and appeases him carefully.

Lu Mian raised his eyes and his thin lips just pressed down.

A soft kiss fell on her forehead.

The eyelashes trembled slightly. Lu Mian heard his unpromising heartbeat, like a drum.

I forgot to see a sentence from where. A man kisses his forehead on behalf of love and affection. Lu Mian doesn't believe it, but when his kiss falls, this sentence suddenly jumps into his mind.

Ding.

The elevator opens.

Lu Mian hurriedly pushed him away and went out in a panic.

"In the opposite direction."

The man behind her reminded me with a smile in his voice.

Lu Mian turned back annoyed. "It's not your fault!"