Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

Josin was flushed by his kiss and didn't know what was going on for a moment.

Her eyes were glistening, and her charming face seemed to fly up two rosy clouds. Look at the banquet Secretary night, the fire in his heart is more prosperous.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your default."

Josin's heart beat faster when she kissed her. Speechless.

Something was pestling on his lower abdomen. Josin, in his twenties, naturally knew what it was.

The night we first met. Her hand also said hello to Siye!

Remembering that night, josin's face was redder, and she nodded in agreement. Yan Siye's eyes are red, which is unbearable.

Josin put his hands on Yan Siye's neck, pulled him down and kissed him.

Joshin took off his clothes according to the actions of the banquet secretary.

Josin looked at himself with few pieces of cloth left. Yan Siye didn't even untie her shirt. She then began to take off the buttons on Yan Siye's shirt.

The two were finally honest with each other. Josin was a little shy. Two small hands pushed the chest of Yan Siye.

Banquet Secretary Ye caught her two small hands, raised them to her head with one big palm, "don't struggle. It doesn't hurt."

Banquet Secretary Ye pulled the tie he had just taken off and tied josin's two small hands together.

After you're sure you won't hurt her. Banquet Secretary Ye tied a knot and fixed josin's two small hands at the head of the bed.

"It will hurt a little for the first time. I will be gentle. It won't hurt again in the future."

Feast night kissed josin's eyes. Voice bewitching. Her right hand is also gently massaging her scalp. Relieve her tension.

"It hurts. Take it out."

"OK, don't move. I won't move. Tell me when you don't hurt."

"Does it still hurt?"

"Well, it hurts."

"Little liar."

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The quilt on the bed fluctuated. The one meter eight big bed is also rocking.

The moonlight is gentle, as if I can't bear to listen any more. Hid in the clouds.

The curtains blown by the wind covered the boundless spring of a room.

The dejected Su Qing walks in the street. Pedestrians passing by her will pay attention to her one after another.

Sunglasses were thrown away. Although the makeup around her eyes was simply handled, Su Qing is now in a low mood, like a dark cloud floating above her head.

"Qingqing, what's the matter with you? Is this?"

Yang Cuihua, who was sweeping the street on the road, saw her. At the moment, Su Qing seemed to have lost her soul. She hurriedly ran to Su Qing with a broom.

Su Qing's dark eyes glanced at Yang Cuihua, ignored her and continued to move forward.

That look at Yang Cuihua was strange and afraid. Su Qing looked at her eyes as if with hate.

"Qingqing, I'm my mother. You can tell me what happened." Yang Cuihua stretched out her hand and pulled Su Qing's sleeve in a sincere tone, like a loving mother who hurt her daughter in her bones.

Su Qing grew so big that she returned to Yang Cuihua for the first time. Yang Cuihua was so excited that she didn't know what to do.

Yang Cuihua watches the news about the severance of the relationship between the Su family and Su Qing all day.

When the news came out, Yang Cuihua was a little happy.

The daughter finally returned to her side. Su Qing, who was brought up by the Su family, is now her daughter. Yang Cuihua very much hopes that Su Qing can come back to be her daughter.

Bai Bai picked up such a big bargain from the Su family. The night before Su Qing got out of prison, Yang Cuihua couldn't sleep excitedly.