Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Wind bad into the house, one hand knead eyebrows, one hand by the light.

The room is very spacious. There is a big bed by the window. The soft light clearly reflects the figure on the bed, the slender body, the white clothes, and the cool face with a layer of intoxicating red.

It's her?!

Wind bad's first reaction is that he went to the wrong room. He shakes his head faintly. He is about to open the door by holding the wall, but he is keen to hear the faint sound from the other side of the bed.

He twisted his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at Bai Ying'er on the bed. A woman drank so much that there was no servant in the room to take care of her at night

She did not know when she had turned around, leaving him only a figure, slender and strong.

Wind bad mind can not help but come up with her straight back, standing in front of him, stubborn and his face to face, the bottom of my heart slip a strange emotion.

It's late at night. Although the room is warm, it's still chilly. She just fell asleep and didn't even cover the quilt. I have a hangover. I have to have a headache when I get up tomorrow morning.

Clearly there is no reason for an outsider to think so much, but the wind bad steps can not help but move toward the bed in the past.

First give her a good quilt, after going out, let Liu Sheng arrange a person to take care of it.

His brain has always been smart, but he had drunk too much today, and he didn't get a rest until he arrived by plane in the morning, which made his mind a little confused.

He didn't even think about it. It was Liu Sheng who sent him in person. How could he make a mistake in the room. What's more, he didn't notice that if there was no aroma in the room, it was so abnormal that it affected his reason.

Seeing that there are still a few steps to go to the bedside, the aroma is also more and more rich, the already tired body inexplicably flashed a hot tide, a dry heat burning his whole body, so that his feet are a little floating, his head is even more heavy.

The light in the room went out suddenly, and the room was dark.

Wind bad subconscious alert, brain also restored a bit clear... Power failure? How could such a low-level accident happen in such a high-level club?

I went to the wrong room. There was a woman in the room. She was alone with a few girls. Unfortunately, the electricity stopped

Is it really just a coincidence?

Feng bad squints his eyes and suddenly remembers what Liu Sheng said when he was outside the door... Everything has been arranged. I'll make sure you're satisfied. We must have fun. The sincerity of Fang's group

Originally, it seemed that it was just some marginal polite words. At this time, every sentence had deep meaning. In addition to the scene, the meaning of general manager Liu was self-evident.

The woman on the bed is the so-called sincerity of Fang's group. This is the price they offered in exchange for his care of Fang's group.

For a cooperation case, do you want to arrange a woman for him?

Eyes have gradually adapted to the dark, wind bad eyes fall on Bai Ying'er's body.

Or it should be said that Fang is not the only female employee. Why did she choose her? Is it a deliberate arrangement of the company?

Or... Before the approach, everything is deliberately arranged?

He is used to taking control of the whole situation. He has always been the only one to count on others. But this time, he relaxed his guard and was put in such a bad mood. His tone is also cold and frightening: "get up, tell me what's going on?"

He clearly saw that her body was trembling slightly. The woman had been awake, but he was still worried about her.

Wind bad brow twisted into a knot, the mood is terrible, the body of the fire, and the anger in the heart do a little bit of wear away his patience.

Seeing that Bai Ying'er was still pretending to be sleeping, Feng bad strode forward to pull her arm: "when do you want to pretend?"

A woman's delicate skin, no light, but his mind clearly emerged that her white and tender skin in the light of the pan tempting fluorescent appearance, the wind bad eyes did not feel a bit heavy.

It's just skin contact. Bai Ying'er's body suddenly trembles. Feng Bing notices that the temperature of her arm is very hot and frightening

Is he thinking too much? With such a high temperature, is it a fever?

He frowned, hesitated for a moment, reached out and touched her forehead.

The temperature of his forehead was just a little bit higher. Feng BA was relieved and thought that he might be too sensitive. He straightened up and was about to go out, but his arm was tightly held by Bai Ying'er.

"Hot... Uncomfortable..." such as weeping like helpless murmur into the ear.

In the dark, Feng bad can't see her expression clearly, but her hearing and touch are extremely keen.

His arm was close to her cheek, and he felt her little face rubbing back and forth on his arm, and her soft lips brushing lightly from time to time.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Wind bad voice low and depressed, not fever, then, is drunk? Or deliberately?

Bai Ying'er didn't seem to hear him at all. Her burning face was close to his cool skin and sighed with satisfaction.

I don't know if it's his illusion. The aroma in the room seems to be more intense, the bad wind is a little unsteady, and his face is more and more gloomy and ugly.

Cool? Lonely and proud? It's rare to act like this. In such a night, when you take off the disguise and show your essence, is it just a woman who can use her body as a bargaining chip?

Wind bad sneer, force to pull back his arm, turn around to go.

Suddenly lost the cool comfort, Bai Ying'er uncomfortable curled up, she vaguely opened her eyes, vaguely see in front of a figure.

Her whole body is like being roasted on the fire, and her desire drowns her reason. Under the control of medicine, she can only obey her instinct. When the wind turns around, she gets up and hugs his body tightly from behind.

Two people are a shock, the wind bad stand at the bedside, the whole body stiff as a statue in general.

Bai Ying'er stood on the bed, her head resting on his neck, greedy for the cool touch of her skin. Her small face rubbed against his neck, her lips rubbed against the artery of his neck, and if there was any, she rubbed against his earlobe.

The burning breath, mixed with the smell of wine and the sweetness of a girl, curled around his nose.

The breath of the wind is a little heavier, and it can be heard clearly in this quiet room.

"Hot..." Bai Ying'er muttered bitterly, which was the most fatal invitation in the wind.

When Bai Ying'er opened her mouth and bit on the side of his neck, he didn't repress his instinct any more. He tightly grasped her little hand, which ignited everywhere on him. With a hindrance, he easily pressed her under his body.

His hands were on her sides, holding her in his arms, but did not clamp her hands.

Deep eyes fell on her pretty little face, dumb voice said: "this is what you want?"