The domineering president's barbaric wife

"Shen Nianzhi, most women call men" husbands "at such times." Leng Mohan looked at Shen Xiaonian's face. Because she was pressed, it turned red, so she put her hands on both sides of her head to lighten her burden.

"No way." Shen Xiaonian just took a breath, heard Leng Mohan's words, almost didn't immediately faint.

Leng Mohan seemed to have expected it for a long time. He nodded and said, "fortunately, I don't want you to call me 'husband'. How about calling me 'Mohan'. Well, is that all right? "

Shen Xiaonian hesitated and opened his mouth for a while, but he didn't make a sound.

At this moment, there came a faint, unclear voice of conversation from the door. It wasn't long before the sound of conversation disappeared. Shen Xiaonian estimated that it was the reporter who came here... At the moment, regardless of his inner discomfort and shame, he yelled at the top of his voice.

"Mo Han... Mo Han..." the voice is soft but not artificial. Even the expression on Shen Xiaonian's face makes Leng Mo Han feel very touching.

Because Shen Xiaonian is too involved, he ignores the changes of men's eyes - from sober to addicted, from clear to deep.

A man has such an expression, can only explain one point, that is: he is emotional.

One is physical emotion, the other is psychological emotion. He didn't know what kind of cold ink cold was.

Shen Xiaonian's voice at the moment is quite different from that of the live version, but it's enough for those reporters outside to be fooled. Leng Mo Han, while holding back the woman under him, is alert to the direction of the door. This extraordinary determination is admirable.

The door is quietly opening. First, it opens a gap and reaches into a small, slender, stick like camera equipment. The man was behind the door, with the camera in one hand and the video in the other - a device similar to a tablet.

There was nothing on the screen, only the occasional ups and downs of the figure, it seems to tell him that the live broadcast of the specific location of the two people, is on the sofa.

This is troublesome, the man thought, is it difficult for him to go in? In case of being found out

The man who is dazed by the benefits does not hesitate for a long time. He encourages himself: if there is no high risk, there will be no high return. For this big exclusive, this little wind and wave is nothing!

Think of here, the man felt full of energy. He put the screen back in his backpack. Squat down, ready to move slowly.

He is small, squatting down, greatly reducing his sense of existence. With this in mind, he is honored to be a member of the world news.

Although the figure has a great advantage, but the body wearing that too wide clothes, or some hinder his play.

The gap on the door opened a little bit. If Leng Mohan had not detected the figure of the reporter in advance, he knew that he was petite. Otherwise, looking at this gap, normal people could not squeeze in. He could not have pointed out that it was because the door was not closed.

Shen Xiaonian seems to feel a little tired under his body, and his voice is gradually lower. Leng Mo Han's Yu Guang noticed that he was stepping forward, but he was slowing down. He thought to himself: if this goes on, I'm afraid he will fall short. It seems that we have to work hard!

Cold ink cold hands from Shen Xiaonian's side gently across, although gentle, Shen Xiaonian is still a goose bumps.

"Your hand..." the words haven't finished, was cold ink cold slightly cool thin lips blocked. Shen Xiaonian opened his eyes and closed his teeth tightly. No matter what Leng Mohan did, he would not let his tongue in. Cold ink cold is not angry, eyes also gradually put on a smile.

Seeing his appearance, Shen Xiaonian said that he was not good at it. He was just about to resist, but he felt an itch on his waist and suddenly broke his work. He let Leng Mo Han's tongue rush in so easily.

"Well..."

Shen Xiaonian's struggle, in the slow moving man's heart, is the naked desire. These two people are quite fierce in public places, the man thinks obscenely.

This hooligan, said excuse me, excuse me! Shen Xiaonian wants to cry without tears. Shen Xiaonian didn't finish crying in his heart when he saw the black stick suddenly appeared on the sofa.

Wait, it's not like a stick. It's... It's a camera!

Because Leng Mohan and Shen Xiaonian's sofa is facing the door, when the camera rises from the back of the sofa, Shen Xiaonian is the first to see.

When she finally saw the camera of the black stick, she was ready to raise her hand and wake up the cold Mo Han who was still moving on her.

However, before Shen Xiaonian's hands fell, Leng Mohan jumped up from her and grabbed the standing camera. The speed is so fast that it's hard for Shen Xiaonian to equate the Leng Mo Han in front of him with the Leng Mo Han who was just in heat on him.

Maybe it's because Leng Mohan has just taken a bath in the changing room of the gym. She can smell the fragrance of the bath gel on him when he is like Shen Xiaonian and when he just gets up from her.

Leng Mohan grabbed the camera, straight legs, straight from the back of the sofa down, in Shen Xiaonian did not react, he has stood by the man's side, and, has quickly put him to the ground.

Peeping man body down, back up, back cold ink cold pressure, he kept resisting, kicking, trying to escape. After several unsuccessful attempts, men's struggling strength is gradually getting smaller.

After finishing this series of actions, Leng Mohan's hair is not a little messy. Maybe it's because he washed it in the dressing room. At the moment, lengmohan's sharp hair ends are also soft on his forehead, minus lengmohan's cold spirit.

"Hand in the original." Lengmohan disdains too many twists and turns, so he goes straight to the theme.

"I think you misunderstood me, sir." With that, the man turned his head to the other side. This attitude is obviously a gesture of refusal.