His Long Love

Xu Xiaohui's question caught two people off guard.

Seeing that both of them did not answer, Xu Xiaohui's face was a bit sulky, "you two are not planning to just pull a certificate, even the wedding is not handled!"

Meng Qingge picked a eyebrow, what kind of wedding ah, she still think when divorce!

Seeing Xu Xiaohui's disgruntled expression on her face, Ji Wanzhou said with a smile, "I actually wanted to do the wedding, but considering that Qingge is now in the development period of her career, so early announcement of the wedding news is not conducive to her career development, so we put off the wedding, thinking about holding the wedding after her career is stable."

Ji Wanzhou can be said that there is no leakage.

After listening to Meng Qingge, he dropped his eyes and glanced at him. Oh, you can blow.

After hearing this, Xu Xiaohui felt that there was some truth, and then asked Meng Qingge, "is that so?"

Meng Qingge's face piled up a bit of smile and replied, "yes."

That night, Xu Xiaohui refused to let Meng Qingge sleep with her. She pushed Meng Qingge out of the door of the master bedroom on the third floor. "Go to sleep with your husband, and sleep with your mother at such a big age. I'm not ashamed!"

Meng Qingge helpless, who was sticking to her not to go, she must sleep with her?

Meng Qingge wanted to go to the second bedroom on the third floor, but he found that he didn't make a bed. When he went to the second floor, the bed that had been made before the second bed on the second floor was also cleaned up.

But the night was already deep, and the nanny Wang Ma also slept, and it was not easy to call her up again. So Meng Qingge had to come to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor, bit his teeth and pushed the door in.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Ji Wanzhou come out of the bathroom without even a bath towel.

Meng Qingge instinctive reaction to turn around to go out, but Ji Wanzhou grabbed his arm and pulled it into his arms.

The fragrance of the shower gel mixed with the smell of male hormones rushed into Meng Qingge's nose.

"You want to run when you come?" Ji Wanzhou held her in her arms, sniffed at her fragrance, and asked, "is Mrs. Ji throwing herself into her arms?"

"It's a sheep's mouth." Meng Qingge picked eyebrows, corrected the way, light open mouth, "tired, sleep."

Meng Qingge remembers the last time she said she was tired, and he didn't bother her all night.

Season evening boat listens to her in this light tone, have no tired meaning completely, lip corner slightly hook, bit gently on her long neck, deep magnetic voice rings in her ear, with a bit sexy and provocative, "I can't live up to these four words

After hearing this, Meng Qingge knew that he was finished and would be planted in Ji Wanzhou again this evening. It was futile for Meng Qingge to get rid of his arms and run out.

He picked her up and walked towards the big round bed.

"Don't fall me!" Meng Qingge cried out in a hurry, swinging two big white legs.

Ji Wanzhou picked her eyebrows, then laughed and said, "listen to Mrs. Ji."

He really put her gently on the bed.

Meng Qingge stretched out her arm and turned off the light in her master bedroom. Suddenly, the whole room was dark. Then she pushed Ji Wanzhou and wrapped the quilt on her body. She thought that in this way, Ji Wanzhou could do nothing for her.

Season evening boat's voice rings in the dark, with a little smile, "Mrs. Ji, you will regret."

Then, he vigorously pulled the quilt down and shook it. Where her strength was better than him, he grabbed the quilt. Then he threw the quilt, bullied her, touched the dark, pulled her clothes and hands up and down, so that she could Parry her incompetence.

"Asshole!" At this moment, Meng is unable to resist her attack.

Ji Wanzhou was not moved and continued to set fire to her seriously. "Mrs. Ji also enjoys it very much."

"Ah..." Meng Qingge issued a laugh, "no matter who is so provocative, I will enjoy it."

This sentence successfully angered Lizi Wanzhou, and bit her waist gently with the smell of punishment.

The feeling of crispness and itching spread all over every nerve from his waist. Meng Qingge couldn't help calling out, "ah..."