Mr. Gu's Overbearing Love to Sweet Wife

At this time, Wei Minmin cried out in alarm, "Chief, my jade bangle!"

He turned on the brightest light in the room, it was a pile of broken blue jade.

Before he could say anything, she said, "Chief, I was thinking that when you came back, you wanted some tea, so I put the bracelet here when I was bathing."

Old man hugged her tightly, her nose pressed against his chest. He couldn't bear it, she couldn't.

Wei Minmin pushed him away with all his might and turned to face his own territory.

Unexpectedly, in the next moment, he turned around and carried her in his arms. He whispered, "Little Min."

"Yes." "Yes," she said.

He said, "Little Min, I miss you."

F * * k, thinking about her? What are you thinking about her for? It gave her goosebumps to hear such words in the middle of the night.

"Hello."

She turned around. "Don't hold me, I …"

The rest of the words were blocked by his lips.

He kissed her with such force that she could not even react before his long tongue invaded her, begging for it. His warm and soft lips were pressed against hers, the closest intimacy, the most alluring, was the kiss.

Soft, numb, soft. Unchanging was her wide-open eyes, still staring at him in amazement.

He kissed her deeply, hooked his lips, and sucked on her youth and sweetness.

He didn't want to let go, he didn't want to let go. He had been lonely for too long, and he didn't want to let go of her hand again.

"Little Min, Little Min." He kissed it carefully.

She tasted so good that he didn't want to let go of her. He held her face with both hands and looked at her through the window in the dim light. His fingers moved across her face and the touch under her skin was as soft as silk.

But in the next moment, he felt a pain on his face.

Wei Minmin slapped him: "Gu Mojing, I'm only eighteen years old."

A little bit of alcohol, a little bit of fantasy, had finally dissipated. The one in front of him wasn't his little Min, but Wei Minmin.

The slight pain on his face made him angry. He lowered his head and fiercely kissed her again.

Wei Minmin lifted her hand, but she quickly pressed down on her lips and bit down hard. Blood dripped from her tender lips as he coldly said: "Don't forget, you are my wife."

It was a matter of course that he wanted her.

Wei Minmin did not sleep that night. She stood on the balcony until daylight, picked up her bag and left.

On the other hand, everything was quiet. The phone did not ring at all. After a day of lessons, there was no one left.

She knew she was his wife, but she had no desire to be with him, to be a talking bird.

He wasn't in a good mood at all, so he went downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes to puff on.

He had kissed her last night, and she still felt terrible.