One Child Two Treasures The Billionaire Chief is Good Wife

At the moment when cloud poetry raised its face, the eyes with water mist came to him directly. The cool smile on the corner of Mu Yazhe's lips suddenly froze, his pupils slightly narrowed, and then his eyes narrowed.

This stubborn face made his mind dazed. For a while, his thoughts flew far away.

She didn't look at his face either. She wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and said stubbornly, "this gentleman, I'm not good myself. You don't have to carry such a high shelf to" give "me. I don't need it!"

After that, he also ignored him, as if when he did not exist, he would lower his body and pick up all the documents on the ground, and his head would not return and go away.

Looking at the figure where she left in a whisper, muyazhe was a little trance, unable to take back her sight for a long time.

That stubborn eyes and expression, suddenly pulled his thoughts to thousands of miles away!

The memory still returns, vaguely remembering that night, the girl blindfolded under him was forced to bear all of his.

I still remember how stifling it was to enter her delicate body ferociously.

He wantonly possessed her, watching her in his body, crying sad face, but also like to see her so crying.

she is so fragile a girl, fragile as a bubble, broken at a touch.

In front of him, he showed a stubborn face and carefully maintained his poor dignity

Men have great pity for such a girl. No matter how cold a man is, there will be a softness in his heart.

Although he is aloof, he is no exception.

Different from other women, she is fresh and fresh, green and astringent. She is like an unripe fruit. She feels extremely sour after a bite.

However, such a young girl unexpectedly stirred up his pent up desire for a long time.

Want her, taut body is constantly clamoring, so that later, the so-called "formula" is not so pure, want to complete the whole to rush to occupy her, then resist death until the last moment.

In hindsight, it's a bit of a heresy. When he admired Yazhe, he would be bewitched by a woman, who could not control his own consciousness and let it dictate.

In her, his body is not under his control. He has always been a man of great self-control.

After that day, he forced himself not to see the girl again. Intuitively, she was a dangerous existence.

From his childhood, there was the blood of the emperor's overlord flowing in his bones. He was always unruly, like a free and arrogant wind. He was the only one who controlled others domineering and no one could restrain him.

He doesn't like the feeling of being out of control, whether it's women or anything.

He even subconsciously resisted the shackles.

However His body, unexpectedly some infatuate with this kind of taste.

Mu Yazhe hooks his lips and turns around, but Yu Guang suddenly sees a certificate on the ground. He stepped forward slowly and picked up the ID card which she had just left.

In a flurry, she could not see her papers falling to the ground.

Muyazhe couldn't help laughing and took out his mobile phone.

"Ellen, check one for me."

"Yes, President, the name is..."

On the ID card, it's the shy and warm smile of the girl. A pair of water eyes are bright and beautiful, just like full of sunshine.

The beauty in that eye seemed to amaze all the time.

"Cloud poetry," he said in a diffuse voice