His Long Love

Ji Wanzhou remembers the phone call he just received in the park. His eyes are dim and his expression is even a little vicious.

He didn't expect to come to this place once and meet this person.

Fortunately, Meng Qingge did not continue to ask, otherwise this matter is also very difficult to explain clearly. There are enough twists and turns between the two people. He doesn't want more things to affect their feelings, and... The progress of that thing.

Meng Qingge washed clean, surrounded by a bath towel, pretty face with a blush, chest spring boundless, exposed in the edge of the towel.

Season evening boat suddenly see dry mouth, just all concerns are swept away, in front of only a shy little wife. "You little goblin," Ji Wanzhou pulled her bath towel and pressed people under her body. Her head was constantly smelling bromine around her neck. Her whole body was just bathed in fragrance, and the sweet smell was almost fatal.

"Who are you talking about as goblins?" Meng Qingge is not happy and kicks Ji Wanzhou for a while, but he doesn't have strength. His feet are soft and glide over the legs of Ji Wanzhou.

Season evening boat suddenly whole body is stiff, "goblin, oneself make fire, your responsibility extinguishes."

"Put out the fire. We have a fire extinguisher at home. I'll take it for you." Meng Qingge's simple smile is about to slip out of the body of the season evening boat.

Season evening boat a hand, hold down Meng Qingge's waist, Meng Qingge can't move immediately.

Meng Qingge felt uncomfortable. He twisted his waist twice, but his pajamas were completely opened, which turned out to be an invitation to refuse.

Meng Qingge felt a little ashamed. The fierce impact of Ji Wanzhou made Meng Qingge unable to help but send out a cry, and could not say a complete word.

After tossing people twice in succession, Ji Wanzhou just can stop and don't want to continue to know what the people inside are.

Meng Qingge's back is angry with Ji Wanzhou.

Ji Wanzhou did not see any effect, picked up the pillow between Meng Qingge and himself to fold out a straight line.

"What are you doing?" Meng Qingge couldn't bear his incessant tossing. He looked back at Ji Wanzhou's "feat"

"take this as a warning, I won't move you." Ji Wanzhou looked at Meng Qingge and swore to the sky with four fingers.

Meng Qingge couldn't help but roll a white eye and believe that you have a ghost.

Ji Wanzhou reached for Meng Qingge's hand a little bit, and moved up inch by inch along his hand. He found it in two minutes. The upper half of his body had crossed the border.

Meng Qingge picked up a pillow and pressed it hard on Ji Wanzhou's face, "the limits you have set are all over. Otherwise, I will cut off as many as you exceed. What do you think?"

"Are you willing?" Season evening boat even pillow with people in the arms, "now the boundaries are in my arms, you have to be in."

Meng Qingge feels that Ji Wanzhou's brain is not online this evening. He doesn't want to listen to him any more. He can't stand it.

"When you're full, take the pillow away." Meng Qingge pats her husband's face impatiently.

Season late boat immediately did not lift the bar, the generous arm tightly hugs Meng Qingge in the arms.

Ji Wanzhou is contented with sleeping with her beloved, but her little wife is so pleasant to smell. Ji Wanzhou can't help but smell more, and the normal reaction will be reflected again.

The hot season boat, one kiss after another, fell on Meng Qingge's body.

Meng Qingge's resistance was invalid, and it was a night of frustration.

The next morning, Meng Qingge Xingguo opened, saw Ji Wanzhou lying on his side, smiling at her.

"Wife, today can take a day off again, your director said today is a holiday." Season evening boat gentle said, like a fox tail behind the non-stop swing.

"It's a break, but the shooting schedule has really been delayed for a long time. It's not like the director's style." Meng Qingge has some doubts. Looking at the smiling expression of Ji Wanzhou, she suddenly understands what she just said.

"Did you guess that?" Ji Wanzhou saw the expression of sudden enlightenment on her face, knowing that she had already reacted.

"You let the director rest." Although Meng Qingge felt that this statement was somewhat inappropriate, she could not find a more suitable one for a moment.

"But my husband can afford the cost of a day's loss. You're too tired last night. You should have a good rest today What Ji Wanzhou said is endless in detail and exquisite.

"If you have money, you can do whatever you want!" Meng Qingge tried to resist. If she was detained for another day, she seriously suspected that her waist would be unbearable.

"Money really can't, but I'm not just rich." Season evening boat has no fear, this is the strength of the gap.

Meng Qing song can not Tucao, because the authority of Jiangcheng make complaints about it.

"Well, I have a request, too." Meng Qingge thought, always need a reason to go out.

"Say it." Ji Wanzhou looked up and waited for her to say."I'll have that strawberry mousse." Meng Qingge smiles sweetly, but the next second she can't laugh out.

Ji Wanzhou immediately contacted and asked people to take over the Western point master directly.

Ji Wanzhou immediately called people to his home and made a round strawberry mousse.

Obviously, the chef is often invited out, and knows what is needed inside. Moreover, the housekeeper is at the side, cooperating with the chef to prepare the utensils.

Meng Qingge curiously around the chef, read the whole process, eager to try their own.

Jiwan suddenly had a little regret, and the test products he made were not all fed to him first.

Meng Qingge full eat a big mouthful, a huge sense of satisfaction let Meng Qingge temporarily forget just unhappy.

Ji Wanzhou breathed a sigh of relief and was very satisfied to tell them what they needed.

"I won't forgive you." Meng Qing is eating strawberry mousse and stares back at Ji Wanzhou.

Meng Qingge raised her neck in high spirits, pursed her lips and turned her eyes at him.

Season evening boat by her this kind of lift is not good, in front of this small mouth ruthlessly cover up.

West Point master had to look at the housekeeper, housekeeper smile squint eyes, "young people, or to practice more."