Chapter 1051

This kiss is lingering and insidious. It also reveals the anger and resentment of this man.

The cotton lip is delicate. He sucks and gnaws it, almost breaking the skin.

She felt that the victim was herself all the time.

What kind of anger can Zhan Muqian complain about

She couldn't help but think that if the kiss continued, she would be suffocated by his kiss at any time.

……

Fortunately, Zhan Muqian's conscience found that she did not die in the end.

Cotton cotton small hand caresses the chest to give oneself smooth gas ceaselessly.

Zhan Muqian gets up directly from the bathtub, collapses out, and doesn't go out in his bathrobe.

Cotton cotton wood to listen to the sound of him slamming the door, finally relieved.

The water in the bathtub is heated automatically to keep constant temperature, but she is wearing thick cotton household clothes. At this time, they are all wet, very heavy and cold.

She slowed for two minutes alone, crawled out of the bathtub silently, and went to the cloakroom to change her clean clothes.

Sit in front of the dresser and blow dry the wet hair again.

While blowing, while in the heart of the dark curse and moqian neuropathy.

Since he became president, I don't know if it's because of too much psychological pressure or simple psychosis.

All in all, I think he is strange.

I don't know whether it's sunny or cloudy. I deliberately ignored people. When I suddenly thought of managing people, I deliberately made trouble with her and played with her.

Mianmian doesn't understand. He is obviously angry, but isn't she the one who should be angry.

What's the matter with him?

Like an adolescent boy, the mood is so unstable.

It's mostly mental illness again.

She cursed in her heart, and her hair was almost dry.

Mian Mian gets up and walks out. He must have left when he slams the door.

Unexpectedly, he sat in front of the bed, as if he was still waiting for her.

It's not before Mian Mian. It's not when you stand foolishly.

She was both afraid and a little thankful.

If he's gone, it's a waste of another night.

Seeing the end of the month, the money to be paid to the sanatorium next month has not been settled.

She was cruel.

This time, without waiting for Zhan Muqian to scold her, she quickly walked forward.

In front of him, he slowly bent down, half knelt down, raised his little hand and slowly untied the band of his robe, then gradually downward

Zhan Muqian's face is not good. He not only has a straight face, but also has no movement at all.

Mianmian used to tease him when he was in bed with him, but when he was really working, Zhan Muqian took the absolute initiative. He didn't take the initiative, and she didn't even know how to continue.

At the moment, she tried to think back to the time when the two were intimate, opening her mouth and nibbling the skin on his chest.

However, no matter how hard she tried, the man was still cold and hot, which meant nothing.

Mian Mian is very frustrated, and feels that he is intentional at all.

Don't want her to make a cent on purpose.

She didn't have the heart to go on, turned over, and was very boring to shrink in the corner of the bed.

Zhan Muqian suddenly chuckled coldly, "why, don't you continue, do you have this ability, eh?"

Although Mian Mian felt shameless, he smiled and said frankly, "if Mr. President sincerely doesn't want me to earn a cent, I will waste my energy in any way."

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