Mysterious husband always comes late at night

The little figure was led by sister-in-law Wu, walked away slowly and disappeared at the corner of the intersection in front. Wei Anning still held Leng Youchen in his arms and blocked his sight.

The carriage was silent and safe, and even each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

Leng Youchen said faintly, "when did you become so enthusiastic?"

Wei Anning was shocked. She found that she was holding him in an extremely ambiguous posture. In order to block his sight, she held his head.

Wei Anning hurriedly pushed him away and was so frightened that she fell back to the co driver's seat. The temperature in the carriage rose. She hurriedly pushed the door. "Well, thank you, Mr. Leng, for bringing me back. I'll go first."

As soon as her hand reached the door, her other wrist was clasped by the man. With a slight force, she fell back and fell on the man's thigh.

She stared at the small tent there in surprise. She was not an unauthorized girl. She knew what was going on in her heart. She looked away dryly.

This demon

Leng Youchen didn't feel ashamed of his reaction at all. He stared at her redder and redder cheeks, "see clearly, men are not something you can flirt with casually."

Wei Anning pursed her lips.

"Since you have been provoked, you should be responsible for putting out the fire." The man's voice became hoarse. Before the word "fire" fell, he had pressed her on the co pilot's seat like a cheetah, and a fierce kiss came.

Wei Anning's heart missed a beat. He quickly turned his head. His lips fell on her cheek. For a moment, no one moved.

"Leng Youchen, I didn't mean it." Wei Anning explained that she just didn't want him to see Shen Shen. She blamed her for her lack of brain and doing reckless things.

Now, I really can't wash myself when I jump into the Yellow River.

Leng Youchen's eyes were cold. "You didn't mean to hold me just now. Did you mean to tease me and test my self-control?"

Wei Anning wanted to touch his forehead, "no, I didn't, I..."

"My self-control is very poor. I can't sit still. Wei Anning, you can put out the fire you light." Leng Youchen finished and lowered her head to seal her lips.

In his opinion, she just wanted to refuse and welcome. She aroused his desire for her again and again and pretended to be innocent again and again. How could he let her retreat again and again?

Wei Anning's red lips were bitten by him. Pain and pleasure surged up at the same time. She was about to be unable to breathe. She shook her head left and right, trying to break away his flexible thin lips, but he fixed her head and kissed deeper.

The temperature in the car gradually climbed.

The man is no longer satisfied with the touch between lips. He kisses her like a dragonfly, kisses her neck from her chin and nibbles on her clavicle.

Damn it!

Wei Anning's scalp is numb, and her whole body is soft. She can no longer find a trace of resistance. She holds his head in her hands. She doesn't know whether to push him away or cater to him.

When you are dizzy, your cell phone rings in your ear.

Wei Anning's consciousness suddenly returned. She found that the passenger seat had been put down by the man, and his whole body was pressed on her. Their clothes were messy and almost did it.