The diplomat's little cute wife

Maupassant proposed to drink together, Muqiqi also took the wine glass in front of him.

"You can't drink!" Jin Yushen reminded.

On her last birthday, after she was drunk and mad, Jin Yu warned her not to touch wine again.

But Muqiqi is holding a fire in her heart. She knocks the glass on the table to show her cheers. Then she drinks the wine in front of Jin Yu.

Jin Yu twisted his eyebrows. This kind of red wine is aged and sweet. Even those who have a good amount of wine may not be able to resist its strength.

Sure enough, after a while, Muqiqi's face turned red.

On the wine table, the wine was drunk, and the French was murmuring back and forth.

Muqi couldn't understand a word, so he was engrossed in food.

One by one, the plates were put down and taken away in front of Muqiqi. After a while, she had eaten up six or seven plates.

Muqiqi put the last piece of fried beef into the mouth and chew it down.

Before the waiter came to collect the plate, Muqi said: "another fried calf!"

The waiter can't help but stare, you know, in this kind of banquet, this is absolutely taboo.

Jin Yu looked at her and asked in a deep voice, "how did I teach you just now?"

Mu Qiqi glanced at him, staring at a pair of slightly drunk eyes: "Miss Ben is not happy! Miss Ben won't wait! Teach who you like! I won't learn! Bullshit rules! I'm not going to learn! "

Jin Yu's gloomy eyes were chilly.

But Muqiqi's drinking spirit surged up, and he was not afraid at all. He looked like a dead man.

Jin Yu turned to Maupassant and said, "my wife is a little uncomfortable. I'll leave first."

After that, he got up from his seat, took Muqiqi's hand and went out.

The waiter catches up and hands Jin Yu's clothes. Jin Yu takes them, holds them in his hand and strides away.

"You let me go! I want to fry the veal Mu Qiqi is angry reluctantly.

At the end of the stairs, Jin Yu picked her up and walked down quickly: "eat! I'll let you eat enough! "

Muqiqi hung his chest and said angrily, "beast! I don't know French! Bully me not to let me eat! What else can you do besides bullying me! "

Jin Yu quickly takes her to the door of the hotel. The staff goes forward to open the door. Jin Yu puts Muqiqi into the co pilot, fastens his seat belt, turns around to the driver's seat, steps on the accelerator and flies away.

In the car.

Mu Qiqi leaned on the co pilot, patting Jin Yu's leg with his left hand, patting and criticizing.

"Beast! I'm not full yet

"Beast! My fried calf

"Beast! I want to drink! "

She was more and more drunk. She leaned on Jin Yu's shoulder and began to beat him with her right hand.

"Beast! I have a headache

"Beast! I seem to have drunk too much! "

Muqi beats his chest, and his little hand moves down slowly. Gradually, what he beats is Jin Yu's key.

Jin Yu's alcohol also rose, and he couldn't help reacting.

Muqiqi's little hand felt a certain change. He put his hand on it and rubbed it up and down. His little mouth muttered: "the French handsome guy sitting next to Maupassant is pretty good! little fresh meat! To my appetite

This irritated Jin Yu.

Mu Qiqi's little handsome boy is Maupassant's youngest son. He is only 15 years old. According to the seniority of Chinese people, he can call her aunt.

How dare she think!

After the green light, he pulled over.

Mu Qiqi muttered licked his lips, just like a kitten in spring.

"Little fresh meat! Let your sister hold you

"Cute! Let my sister kiss me

Jin Yu reached for her head and pushed her back to the co pilot.

Muqi fell back on the co pilot with a silly smile on his lips.

"Cute

Without letting her go crazy again, Jin Yu suddenly pressed her to stop her chatter.

"Well

Muqiqi was suddenly kissed, but she was stunned for a while, and then she reached out and put her hand around Jin Yu's neck.

Jin Yu with anger, kiss particularly deep, tongue around, almost every circle to reach the deepest.

There is also a taste of alcohol in the lip cavity, overbearing and strong.

Muqiqi fiercely should be with, do not admit defeat of the tongue into Jin Yu's mouth, wantonly stir.

You come back, you fight.

Jin Yu bit her lip and asked her, "who am I?"

"My husband..." Mu Qiqi closed his eyes and let out a voice of coquetry.

Jin Yu's anger calmed down. If she dared to shout "little fresh meat" or "little cute", he would have to peel her alive.

Then, Muqi added: "husband, you are old bacon!"

This time, the smoke of gunpowder will rise again.

This time, he kisses even harder.

The big hand lifted her skirt and leaned up.

Muqiqi's breath gradually increased, and he could not help but utter a shallow chant.

"Well..."

Seductive, seductive.

Muqiqi's hand reached Jin Yu's belt and tried to dismantle it.

This time, Jin Yu stopped.

He released her lips, slid to her ears, and asked in a low voice, "do you want it?"

"Well..." a charming response.

"No!"

Jin Yu's force pinched gently and then drew his hand out of the skirt.

He sat back in his seat, breathing deeply and calming down the heat.

Looking at Muqiqi again, she came to him and leaned against his arm.

Jin Yu stretched out her hand, pushed her head to the other side, and muttered, "let me call you old bacon again!"