Chapter 138

Under the temptation of naobu's beauty, Chang Huan quickly gets into the bed, reaches out and pats her cheek, throwing all the thoughts in her mind out of her head.

The water in the bathroom stopped gradually. Chang Huan stretched herself and lay on the bed. Jiang shaoxun should be wiping the water on her body now, and then wrapped in a bath towel. She counted for ten seconds in her heart, but she didn't hear the movement from the door.

Chang Huan poked his head out of the bed. His figure was reflected on the bathroom door. With the sound of "click" opening the door, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

One side of the bed sank slightly. Jiang shaoxun wiped her hair, looked at her trembling eyelashes, and the light smile on her lips was still there. After drying his hair, he threw the towel aside, got into the quilt, and hugged Chang Huan in his arms.

Warm back against his chest with cold, cold to Changhuan beat a shiver, he is not a bath? Why is the body so cold?

Jiang shaoxun smelled the cold fragrance on her body, and the dry heat washed away by cold water rose from her abdomen again. He slightly loosened her waist and restrained her physiological reaction.

Chang Huan waited and waited, but he didn't move his hand except to hold her. The script was wrong. Didn't Jiang shaoxun always want to be dissatisfied? Why did she take the initiative and he did nothing?

Changhuan asked tentatively in a low voice: "fourth brother, did you sleep?"

"No

Mellow voice sounded behind her, just like mountain spring wine, let her indulge in this, she turned around, took the initiative to nest into his arms, catkin hands wrapped around his strong waist, fourth brother, come on.

Ruan Xiang's body leaned against his arms. His breathing became heavy gradually. He brushed her hair: "Nie Changhuan, what do you want to do?"

Changhuan opens her eyes, and her eyes are shining like black. What does she want to do? How can she say such a shameful thing?

Changhuan nibbles at his lower lip, climbs up to Jiang shaoxun's waist, and kisses his chin with cherry lips. Because of tension, her body trembles gently.

Her softness was close to his strongest place. The thread of restraint in Jiang shaoxun's mind seemed to break in an instant. He tightened his hand around her waist, rolled over and pressed her under his body, and raised her hand above her head.

His eyes twinkled around her, and his voice was full of danger: "Nie Changhuan, do you know what you are doing?"

Jiang shaoxun so straightforward asked, but let her instant beat retreat drum, she said weakly: "this is not to give you a good night kiss."

She opened her red lips lightly, and did not dare to look at him. Her complexion was so beautiful that he could not hold himself. He clasped her wrist and bent over with a bad smile: "I'll teach you what is a good night kiss."

There was pain on her soft lips. After the pain, she felt numb again. Her whole body was deprived of breath, and her tight body gradually collapsed into water.

I don't know how long it took for him to let her go.

Changhuan has been dizzy, big mouth of air into the lung, just let her feel better, almost, she thought she would suffocate in his kiss.

He reached out and touched her forehead. "Remember, this is the goodnight kiss!"

Chang Huan abdominal Fei, this is not a good night kiss, this is clearly a French kiss, she gasped, looking forward to Jiang shaoxun: "fourth brother, what you said to Mr. Jiang is true?"

Jiang shaoxun got up from his bed and went to the balcony to light a cigarette. The cold night wind dispelled his dry heat again. Then he slowly asked, "what's the matter?"

Chang Huan said very tactfully: "is to lose a home?"

She wanted to hear again that he was going to marry her.

He opened his thin lips, accompanied by the smoke: "since DIU DIU is my son, then I have to give him a home."

Under the smoke, his face was blurred in the smoke. Changhuan propped up her body. The collar was slanting down on her body, revealing the butterfly shaped clavicle and the looming sexy underwear. The long hair fell down and covered the exposed underwear.

She heard very clearly just now. He said that DIU DIU was his son. He wanted to give DIU DIU a home. During the whole process, he didn't mention her.

She lowered her head and chuckled, but her eyes were filled with tears. That is to say, if it wasn't for DIU DIU, maybe he would not marry her, or, as Mr. Jiang said, for whom.

She took a deep breath, forced a smile: "fourth brother, who is she that master Jiang said?"

He's looking for a surrogate. Is it because of her?

At the beginning of Changhuan's voice, Jiang shaoxun's cigarette butt was cut off instantly. He pressed the cigarette butt into the soil of the flowerpot. The soil and cigarette butt were mixed and pasted together.

His lips spat out a series of smoke. He seemed to be meditating and nostalgic. At last, he coldly replied to her: "don't ask."

Chang Huan said yes. If you don't ask, just don't ask. Jiang shaoxun is several years older than her. Who doesn't have an ex girlfriend at this age? Even she once had a fiance like Lu Xiangyuan.

He once told her that he would not care about her past, so she would not care about his past.

Even in order to lose it, at least, she can be aboveboard to accompany him as a wife, not as a lover.

As time goes by, she will always find a way to make him fall in love with her. Changhuan is very confident, because she doesn't feel inferior to other women.

She also wants to build a family that is perfect enough to be envied by others, and will not let DIU DIU be the same as her childhood.

After Changhuan figured it out, when Jiang shaoxun finished smoking, she took his hand with a smile: "fourth brother, my back is a little itchy, can you scratch it for me?"

Jiang shaoxun's palm was on her back: "here?"

"A little more, mm-hmm, that's it."

After scratching Chang Huan, Jiang shaoxun goes around her and covers her soft part. This underwear

He suddenly laughed happily: "when you are well, you can stand in front of me in this way. I promise you that you will be drunk."

Chang Huan's intention was seen through. She clapped his hand away and scolded him shyly: "ignore you, I want to sleep."

No matter what Jiang shaoxun wants to do, Chang Huan directly reaches out and pats off the bedside lamp. In the dark, he holds her and gently caresses the scar on her abdomen with the palm of his hand. The comfortable touch comes and makes Chang Huan drowsy.

He pitifully kisses her forehead, the aunt said, when she was pregnant, she lay for more than a month, the aunt also said, when she gave birth to bleeding, almost died: "Changhuan, is it still painful here?"