His Long Love

After hanging up the phone, Meng Qingge leans on the trunk for a while, and her high-heeled shoes are wearing a little painful.

Ironically speaking, she dressed up and flew back from other places for five or six hours. As a result, she came across a picture of Ji Yao pressing his dry sister on the windowsill.

Meng Qingge has not sat for three minutes with her mobile phone in her hand. The door of Jijia villa is opened from inside. The dazzling light comes out from the crack of the door, which makes her eyes hard to open for a moment.

The man's warm fingertips brushed from the tail of her eyes, and opened his mouth with a sense of teasing, "what? I come down to pick you up and make you cry? "

Meng Qingge was stunned at first and then reacted.

The man standing in front of her was wearing a famous shirt and trousers, and the rucksack he was wearing when he got out of bed at night was enough to prove that the man attached great importance to his image outside. A pair of Swedish custom-made gold wire glasses is on the high and straight nose of European hybrid. A pair of long and thin blue eyes seem to be playing with a smile. However, the edge hidden in the bottom of the eye can not be underestimated. His handsome short hair is 37 points.

The image of Ji Wanzhou is not the same as Meng Qingge's imagination. In her impression, the Ji family are all gentle and elegant, but he is a very direct androgen explosion of abstinence man image, and the skin bag is far better than Ji Yao.

The atmosphere is very strong, at least from the point of view of Meng Qingge, he can not help but feel oppressed by his condescending look down.

It is insulting to say that Ji Wanzhou is an animal in clothing. He is like a lone wolf ambushing prey in the jungle. He is fierce to the bone, but he is always suppressing his animal nature.

"Up?" Ji Wanzhou looks very manly. He looks at Meng Qingge up and down, and finally stops at her chest without any taboo. He whistles jokingly, "good figure, beautiful."

Meng Qingge knew that he boasted about her chest. In order to make Ji Yao happy, she picked clothes for two hours in the hotel before returning. Finally, she picked a wine red slim dress with a cream white sweater.

She likes wine red, not only because it makes her skin white, but also because it is visually stimulating.

"Thank you." Meng Qingge is not polite, all to this share, and then twist it seems very artificial.

There is no one else except her and Ji Wanzhou.

"The old man has gone to other places with his mistress. He must come back tomorrow morning at the earliest." Ji Wanzhou opened his mouth without waiting for Meng Qingge to ask questions. He untied the silver button of his collar slowly with one hand. "Miss Meng, we don't have much time. It's better to hold tight."

"Here it is?" Meng Qingge looks at the villa hall unexpectedly, the season family can't all have this kind of seeking stimulation hobby?

The next second, Meng Qingge was caught in his arms. The hot breath was sprayed on her neck from the tip of his nose. The slender white fingertips poked in from her neckline. Her voice was hoarse and full of lust, "scared?"

"What are you afraid of?" Meng Qingge clenched his lips and gasped for a few minutes.

"What do you say?" The next second season, the night boat's kiss fell down, the tip of his tongue with provocative licking and biting her red lips, "lipstick taste good, but it's a pity that I ate my mouth."

In a word, in the end, Meng Qingge was naturally pressed by him, pressed on the sofa in the villa hall, and his skirt was pulled to his waist. His hands untied the underwear button, and his action was wanton and bold.

Meng Qingge couldn't resist his attack. He tried his best to suppress the groan that overflowed from his throat. He asked vaguely, "can you change a place? Don't Don't be here... "

Ji Wanzhou laughed, "where to change? Bathroom or floor? Or go to the balcony and have a taste of the field? "

Meng Qingge was angry and angry. He couldn't hold on to his arm. He was in good shape and strong. Unlike Ji Yao's thin body, he had developed muscles for a long time.