Chapter 211

Shen Chengjing was forgotten by him! Immediately not, this man is really bold, anything can be forgotten, such as she won Mo Chengwu this glorious event, how can you forget?

She brought him glory at least! You can light up the ink garden!

"Well? If you are honest, you will be lenient if you are frank. " She tossed the towel aside, stretched out her hands, held his cool face, and asked in a low voice.

Mo Yanchen was pressed on the bed by him, he simply resisted, in her hands, let her ravage. It's a disaster.

"I have no eyes. I forget the supreme glory of madam. Please forgive me." A man was looked at by her cold eyes and admitted his mistake directly.

She heard, not according to, lips tightly pursed, gently a pie!

"Do you like my girl's booty? Well She was reluctant, thinking that he was so greedy when he looked at hairpin just now.

"The author despises it very much, orange. Where is greed? It's nostalgia! okay? Is your eyes hot? Why are you still liked by ah Chen? Don't forget when you first saw him, because he was smoking on the side of the road, with a broken bicycle beside him, you mistook him for "silk!"

"My wife is mighty, but I dare not for her husband." He raised his hand to surrender. She lingered and sat directly on his waist with a look of disdain.

Mo Yanchen raised his hand, slowly fell down, encircled her waist, forced her to the lower part of her body, turned over and pressed her under her body, with a handsome eyebrow raised and looked at her with interest: "since I want to settle accounts, how can I make up for my wife's abduction to my old house today? Well

Pressed by him, Shen Chengjing struggles. His hands are not only clasped, but his legs are also clamped! It's said that men are more difficult to provoke than villains! Her hands are not as strong as his, her legs are not as long as his, and she always suffers from this height.

"It's natural for you to go back. First, I didn't put a knife on your neck. Second, I didn't limit your personal freedom. You sent it to your door. Who's to blame?" She ruffian smile, ill intentioned look at him.

Under the care of her clear eyes, someone's eyes twinkled with treacherous eyes, and a deep and magnetic voice rang out: "it's really natural."

He said in a low voice, reached out to lift her messy hair behind her, and bowed his head to kiss her red lips.

"Ah, ha ha, help." She raised her foot and kicked him in the lower part of his body. He scratched her and she couldn't help turning over and rolling on the bed.

"No resistance." His hoarse voice rang out behind him, reaching out from behind to carry her back to the middle of the bed.

She was his opponent, and she was subdued by him after three or two times. Shen Chengjing was like a spirit snake, drilling everywhere. He held her waist tightly with his big hand. Looking at her crazy struggle and messy hair, his deep and unpredictable pupil was a little distracted. He tilted his head to kiss her red lips, and his big palm went down with the situation.

"Well." She did not rely on, still struggling.

"Pop." Mo Yanchen reached out to lift her hand and beat her hard.

"Uncle, you hit me." Small ass is hit, Shen orange static protest, a man to take advantage of, the faint fragrance.

A man's idle big hand swam on her body, holding her back, deepening the kiss.

Shen Chengjing gasps when he teases her. She sticks to him and sucks her neck with his indifferent thin lips.

Ink garden, late at night, full of spring.

PS: some people protest that the plot is too fast! Does anyone like it slow? Peony is afraid that you think it's wordy. The plot is accelerated. It's not procrastinating at all.