Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

The next second, the man who was controlled to breathe turned his face, threw away josin's hands on his face, then turned over and pointed his ass at josin.

Looking at a cocky ass, josin:

He did it on purpose!

Banquet Secretary night turned his back to her. Naturally, he couldn't see josin's eyes coveting his ass.

This ass is facing her. It looks good at a glance.

But josin also knows that the tiger's ass can't be touched.

If this slap falls, I'm afraid I can't live tonight and may be thrown out.

"Man, you can never wake up a person who pretends to sleep." josin was speechless for a long time and could only say this.

After turning over, banquet Secretary Ye opened his eyes and listened to Qiao Xin's helpless voice with a little smile in his eyes.

Now half of the bed is still reserved. It's more than enough to sleep with a josin. Banquet Secretary night lay beside him, looking forward to josin's next move.

Helpless and bitter. Josin climbed out of bed. It seemed that he had to sleep on the sofa tonight.

Find a clean quilt in the wardrobe and spread it on the sofa. Although it's very comfortable to sleep, the space is too small. It's only enough to turn over and sleep with fear.

Hearing the subtle sound of josin climbing out of bed and holding the quilt from the wardrobe, Yan Siye was lying in bed alone. Suddenly, there was a feeling of loss in his heart.

She didn't choose to sleep with him.

Moonlight, like water, gently shines on the face of the girl sleeping on the sofa by the window.

The room was quiet until one or two voices of nonsense sounded occasionally and the voice was weak.

"No, don't come here..."

In his sleep, josin was still waving his hands, his expression was painful and nervous, and several fine beads of sweat came out of his pale forehead.

Banquet Secretary Ye stood in front of the sofa and looked at the girl who was having a nightmare. She had kicked her quilt to the ground.

Is she having a nightmare? Is it still about Charlotte?

Joe Xin, who smiles brightly during the day, is so fragile at night.

Even if I say it doesn't matter during the day, my real vulnerability will only show at night.

The action gently wiped the fine beads of sweat on josin's forehead, and the banquet secretary's night felt a fine pain, like a very light needle.

It was determined that it was a distressed emotion, and there were bursts of love in the deep black eyes of the banquet secretary at night.

He took josin's waving hand, gently hugged her and comforted her in a low voice: "don't be afraid, I'm here, I've been there."

In his sleep, josin felt a sudden warmth, as if he had returned to a safe haven.

The strange scene in front of him finally faded, and the familiar smell lingered around him. Josie felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment, and then fell into a black and sweet sleep.

Holding Qiao Xin, who finally recovered her calm in her arms, banquet Secretary night watched her recover her calm sleeping face and put her heart down.

The banquet Secretary gently rubbed the night. The fine sweat from the tip of josin's nose was really cold in his eyes, just like snow freezing and frost condensation.

He has begun to prepare for Xia's acquisition. In the next three days, Xia's company's capital chain will break, and bankruptcy is only a few days.

Banquet Secretary Ye bent down, carefully picked up Qiao Xin sleeping on the sofa, got up and walked to the bedside.

Suddenly, the girl's arm in her arms moved, and the banquet Secretary suddenly froze, holding josin's arm and pausing.