Mr.President,Your Wife is too Overbearing!

Yaquan has raised his hand and is ready to knock on the door.

But just as he bent his fingers to knock on the door, he heard Luo Yangyang's scream from the office, and he suddenly stopped.

Luo Yangyang's exclamation came out through the office door. Yaquan's eyes flashed slightly. He subconsciously raised his hand and pushed the spectacle frame on the bridge of his nose.

"Dog abuse again."

Yaquan's face slightly red murmured, ready to knock on the door of the hand put down, and then turned away from the office.

For the sake of their own safety, but also for the boss after not give him shoes to wear, or do not go in to disturb them.

Luo Yangyang, who was bitten in the office, didn't know there was a person standing outside the door.

"Are you a dog?"

As soon as Luo Yangyang's bitten hand was lifted, he pinched the saint's cheek, squeezed his face and pulled it out, trying to get his little face out of his magic mouth.

"I said I was a wolf, not a dog."

The pinched half of the cheek is to be canonized by Luo Yangyang, who grabs her little hand and makes his face free from her ravages.

Later, the canonization put Luo Yangyang's hand on his lips and kissed him.

This little thing, pinching her hand is really merciless, her cheek will be torn from the skull.

"It's dogs that bite people!"

Luo Yangyang's cerebellar pouch melon, not light or heavy, suddenly hit the head of the saint, "bang," two people's heads hit together.

"Don't hit it. Wait for your head to ache."

Fengsheng was hit to the left of his head to avoid the second impact of luoyangyang.

He had a hard head and was not afraid of being hit. If she hurt herself, it was he who was in love.

"Hum!"

Ao Jiao's light hum, the cheek rubbed on the face of the saint.

Give him back all the saliva he bit on her face.

"Shall I take you back?"

Feng Sheng didn't mind Luo Yangyang's rude painting on his face. He looked up at the time on the computer. It was nearly 11 o'clock in the evening.

"Well I don't want to! "

Luo Yang Yang shakes his head at the same time, lying on the back of the sacred, slightly straight up.

Then she took a small turn around his side, and as soon as her right leg was lifted, she sat astride on the sacred thigh.

Feng Shenggang saw Luo Yangyang's unusually white and tender thigh in front of her eyes. Her arms wrapped around his neck and held him tightly.

Every time he came out with the canonization, Luo Yangyang didn't want to go back to the old castle of the Godwin family.

There were too many rules and too many people in the castle. She didn't know a few people. She always felt that she was not very free and a little stiff.

Except when she was alone in the room, she was a little careful when she walked out of the door and went around the garden.

Compared with this, it is more free and safe to stay by the holy, and she is relaxed and comfortable physically and mentally.

"Don't you want to go back?"

Feng Sheng put his arms around Luo Yangyang's waist and her back with one hand. He held her closer to him with his arms slightly.

"I don't want to."

Luo Yangyang shook his head and murmured in his sacred shoulder.

Fengsheng knows that this is the performance that Luo Yangyang relies more and more on him.

He enjoyed the feeling of being totally dependent on his beloved woman.

"I don't want to go back, not at all."

Did not hear the answer, as if worried that the canonization would be anxious to send her back to the castle, Luo Yangyang eagerly continued to shake his head.

The long hair of cerebellar pouch melon is fluffy, and it rubs on the neck of the saint, which makes his neck itchy.

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