Husband, Please Stop Flirting

Lips and teeth meet, Si Yeqing is like a beast, absorbing body fluid.

Being pressed under the body, I can't move, but I can clearly feel the obvious changes of men.

"Husband, you can do that when you're drunk? I'm worried about your body..."

Feng chuchujiao said, fingertips across Si Yeqing's neck, light hook, and pulled him closer to himself.

This active appearance, the softness close to the hot chest, no one wants to explore one or two and turn the clouds and rain.

"Are you so cheap?"

Si Yeqing suddenly woke up, screwed up his eyebrows, left with a disgusted face, sorted out his messy clothes, and even looked back with stingy eyes.

It seems that it was not him who took the initiative just now, but Feng ChuChu who deliberately seduced him.

"Since I married you, it's also a duty. Besides, the overnight fee is very rich. Why refuse?"

The wind was clear and climbed up. Only he could hear the heartbeat in his chest. How fierce it was and it was difficult to calm down.

Casually wrapped in clothes, his shoulders were still half naked, and the wind clearly wiped Si Yeqing's body, leaving the aroma of the tip of his nose.

Si Yeqing's eyes became dark again. He didn't drink much wine tonight. Why can't he control the so-called heart devil?

At the banquet, in the face of deer's shallow hint, my heart had no waves. When I came home, I thought of a woman like Feng ChuChu. Si Yeqing, wake up. He grabbed the book on the desk, looked at the name of the cover, his eyes were dark, and stared at the direction of the door.

Is she looking for this book?

Clearly know that director Wang's dirty thoughts about her, but still want to participate in the show?

Sure enough, it's just an illusion. Feng ChuChu will never change. She loves vanity, is jealous and has a vicious wrist. If it weren't for her, how could things be like today. Thinking of this, Si Yeqing clenched his fist and hit the desk hard. He didn't know what he was venting.

On the second floor, in the bedroom, the wind hurried back to the room, closed the door, and his back was tightly attached to the cold door panel.

With her hand on her chest, she could feel the confused heart.

When did she become greedy?

Perhaps, when she first promised the marriage, she was a little selfish.

Si Yeqing, the best man in the city, overlooks everyone. Standing at the top of the pyramid, he can control the fate of thousands of people with his fingers. He is worth billions, young and talented, and has a face more exquisite than idol artists. Under the same roof, if you can't say that you have any love thoughts, you're afraid of physical and psychological diseases.

But what can be done?

It's just the relationship between the two old people, love? Even good feelings are not extravagant. Only resentment increases sharply every day.

Only when Si Yeqing tortured her could she feel happy.

What they need to do is to pretend to be peaceful, harmonious and respectful to the old man.

It's the filial piety of Si Yeqing. It's also ridiculous.

"Didi..."

In the dark room, the windy mobile phone emitted a faint light on the bed. She walked slowly over, picked up and looked at the string of numbers on the screen, SMS reminder and bank card, looked back at the time with red circle on the calendar, and raised a smile of self mockery.

Living expenses and pocket money are always on time.

But what's the extra tens of thousands of dollars?

"Sure enough, it's Si Yeqing. Even if he doesn't finish the work, he will pay for it..."

Feng ChuChu looked at the marks just left by him on his neck, carefully looked at the numbers, and calculated that the money should be enough for two months after grandma's operation and subsequent treatment.

But the future investment like a bottomless pit is still far from enough, so she must get the film.

At three o'clock in the morning, the moonlight was gradually defeated by the sunrise, but it was still shrouded in the hazy night.

Somewhere in the dark corner of the city, the underground bar looked particularly clean. Two tall men sat in the card seat with half of whisky in front of them. Su CuO played with the goblet in his hand and turned it gently. The ice in the goblet collided with the glass. It was crisp but eye-catching.

Wen Ziheng glanced at him, smiled and asked, "why, there was no girl who wanted to devote herself to you at the dinner?"

"Yes, but I refused."

Su CuO's smiling eyes turned back and raised his glass with Wen Ziheng.

"So what? Put on this face? Did the company lose money?" Wen Ziheng asked indifferently, but Su CuO remembered the scene he saw. Knowing that he has no money, he still wants to give the only money left by the old woman passing by begging. If he doesn't know Feng ChuChu, he may feel kind. But who is the wind? They all know it.

Hypocrisy?

But at that time, there was no one around, and she didn't need to show anyone.

"What kind of person do you think Feng ChuChu is?"

As soon as Su CuO said it, Wen Ziheng looked at him and said, "what are you doing with her garbage?"

"Don't you forget that she asked someone to design shallow things at the beginning? Such a cruel and cruel woman, her private life is chaotic, which is simply ugly. If ye Qing didn't have that relationship with her and her elders, how could she endure it until today!" Wen Ziheng rarely said so many words. It can be seen that he really didn't have a good impression of Feng ChuChu.

The noise outside is noisy, and the women with enchanting bodies of all colors are making blood spurting moves close to the men.

Nightclubs, as the name suggests, have become the norm.

But for Su CuO and Wen Ziheng, this is just a place for them to drink and chat. Those women are dirty.

"You say, is it possible that this thing is not like what we think?" asked Su Cuo, raising his eyes in the dark.

Wen Ziheng sneered, noncommittal.

Seeing is believing. They can't believe those empty promises and vows.

If the punishment is really effective, there will not be more than 7 billion people in the world, and it is still rising year by year.

"You mean, shallow has nothing to do with Feng ChuChu. Who would do such a cruel act to shallow! Gang rape, you know..." Wen Ziheng has known Lu shallow since he was a child and regarded her as his sister, so his anger is stronger than others. Su CuO couldn't explain. He just felt that something was wrong.

Forget it, it's also the housework of Si Yeqing. He is willing to maintain such a state. What does he worry about?

Si Yeqing is also ridiculous. He clearly hates the itching of his teeth, but he is still maintaining the wind.

"No one cares what the truth is."

Su CuO's voice was hidden in the sound of music, and no one heard it.