Jiang Qi leaned over and leaned against her ear, speaking softly to her. At the same time, his rapid and heavy breathing became clearer, and he could even feel the heat radiating from that cold and charming face.
It was so hot.
However, after several calls, Song Meiyue was not awakened from the state of pretending to be asleep, but this was also expected by Jiang Qi. Aunt Qiao now is definitely different from the time she was in the bathroom just now, she was reserved, calm,
Calmness and shame have returned to their usual levels. If you want to wake up a woman who is pretending to be asleep, especially such a woman... you can imagine how difficult it is.
Jiang Qi lay back on the bed, moved his body, like a flexible maggot, slowly moved to Song Meiyue's side, and hugged her body gently as before, while still putting one leg on hers.
On the crotch, a strong fragrance of sex suddenly filled the tip of the nose...
"baby?"
"Baby Aunt Qiao? Baby Vice President Auntie?" Jiang Qi tried to wake her up with the original title, but found that it was all in vain. In the end, he had no choice but to lightly purse his lips and said softly: "Wife.
…Stop making trouble, okay?”
Song Meiyue had long been immune to the strange names in front of her, and even had the idea of beating people, but the last word "wife" caused the cold wall she had piled up to be flattened; that "wife" was like
The bulldozer was rampaging unscrupulously in my heart, and slowly my emotions began to agitate.
Actually, if you think about it carefully...it's not a big problem.
After all, I am his wife. What’s wrong with a wife helping her husband tinker with things? Besides, it belongs to me in the first place, and I can do whatever I want with it... This is the right given to me by my status as a wife.
Song Meiyue thought about how her original timid, uneasy, and reluctant emotions were gradually replaced by righteousness. Of course, she was also suspected of breaking the pot, but no matter what... her emotions were relaxed and she was no longer as stubborn as before.
.
However,
I figured it out in my head, but my mouth was still very hard. I took a deep breath and said coldly: "Get away...if you stick to me again, I'll beat you to death!"
Good guy...why are you so angry all of a sudden?
It was obviously her own idea, but he had never forced her... In the past, it was just teasing and teasing. According to the current law, it was considered as instigation at most, which was still far away from coercion. To be fair... instigation would not be punishable by death.
Jiang Qi is quite helpless when facing the pretty aunt who is sometimes impulsive and sometimes reserved. This arrogant character is like the weather forecast. It clearly says it's going to rain, but the result is cloudless... You can't guess what she's thinking.
, the key point is that she is still an over-aged girl who is already mature.
"Ouch..."
"Wife... my precious wife!" Jiang Qi still reached out and touched her butt gently, sniffing the fluffy hair, and whispered hoarsely: "Okay, okay... let's stop making trouble.
I have something to tell you, it’s quite important... it’s really important.”
"..."
"whats the matter?"
Song Meiyue originally planned to ignore him that night, but she didn't expect that he would not follow the routine and actually talk about work matters. She had no choice but to obey him and said seriously: "You'd better have something to do.
, otherwise...I will blow your head off."
"There must be."
Seeing that Song Meiyue was finally willing to talk, Jiang Qi smiled and hugged her tighter, and said earnestly: "I just discovered that there is a problem with your technique. It is a bit confusing in terms of intensity and rhythm. You must overcome this problem, otherwise... you
You can’t beat me.”
What the hell...
Sure enough, this guy would mention that!
Song Meiyue was furious in an instant. All her rationality was wiped out at this moment, leaving only the raging flames. She suddenly broke away from his embrace, and when Jiang Qi was confused and frightened, she grabbed his arm and directly
Picked it up.
"go to hell!"
Song Meiyue used her back as a fulcrum, and then gently pushed her butt, directly pushing Jiang Qi, who had an absolute advantage in size, to force him.
He fell onto the mattress. Although it wasn't very painful, Jiang Qi was still very uncomfortable from the shock.
But the revenge on him did not stop. Song Meiyue sat on him with her legs crossed, raised her pink little fists, and beat him on the head like raindrops. Fortunately, Jiang Qi tried hard to protect his face, handsome and handsome.
The face was saved, of course...Song Meiyue didn't think about what to do, she just wanted him to feel pain, so that he would remember it for a long time in the future.
After all, this is her own husband. No matter what earth-shattering things Jiang Qi does, she will still forgive him in the end, but the price of being forgiven is a bit high, and he will have to be beaten more or less.
"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"
"I'll let you lift it! Let you lift it! Let you lift it... Just go to hell tonight!"
Song Meiyue, like all women, frantically left all kinds of criminal marks on his neck. She bit him all over from the neck to the shoulders to the chest. As a result, she still didn't feel relieved. She raised her head and looked down.
Looking at him, looking at her servants as a queen who is proud of the world, with that mean expression...why is it so irritating?
"laugh?"
"You're actually still smiling?"
Song Meiyue was confused, but the problem was that this guy seemed... as if he was completely immune to the punishment on her, but... she was smart and smart and quickly thought of a way to let the little villain ascend to heaven, and solve the problem from the root. In other words
To explain...start from the root cause and solve the root cause of the problem.
"Little rascal..."
"I find that you are becoming more and more courageous." Song Meiyue looked at him with charming eyes, with a touch of teasing and smile in her words, she reached out and gently touched his face, and said playfully: "
Do you think I'm easy to bully? Huh? My little man."
That cold face combined with the charming words, especially the "um"... instantly brought the mature charm and sexy style to the top position.
"Hey hey hey..."
"How dare I... You are the pretty aunt I respect, and you are the boss who pays my salary. Give me ten courages... I don't even dare to bully you." Jiang Qi said with a smile: "Okay... hurry up and get down.
I'm going to die from you."
Song Meiyue rolled her eyes coquettishly, stood up slowly, and then sat next to him, staring at him intently. It just so happened that at this moment...Jiang Qi was also looking directly at her, and their eyes were on each other.
This moment is brought into focus.
But Jiang Qi, who didn't know why, thought things would develop in a good direction. His smile was full of slut and bad intentions, and he even deliberately winked and revealed his next thoughts to the mature, sexy and charming pretty aunt.
Song Meiyue blushed and rolled her eyes at him viciously, but the rolling of her eyes at this time was more like a response. In response to Jiang Qi's plan... the little villain lying on the bed smiled even more unscrupulously.
Uh...took the bait!
This guy has gotten carried away... How about taking advantage of it now!
Song Meiyue pursed her lips, suppressed the surging emotions deep in her heart, took a deep breath, pressed her middle finger with her thumb, raised her hand and let out a gentle breath, then chirped. After succeeding, Song Meiyue opened
He slipped away...wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and looked at him carefully.
"Ouch..."
"You bitch...hiss..."
Jiang Qi was a little broken. He never expected that this woman would be so vicious and would actually kill her husband... As expected, capitalists are inhumane.
Seeing his expression of pain, Song Meiyue felt a little nervous. She was worried that her naughtiness would damage something that originally belonged to her. She bit her sexy lower lip and asked cautiously: "Is it broken? Do you want to go?"
Amputation in the hospital?"
"well?"
"It's not...you..."
Jiang Qi never thought that this woman had already considered amputation. He stared at her dumbfounded, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.
"Just ask..."
"I don't know much about this... After all, this is my first contact. Who knew there would be so much knowledge and tips in it." Song Meiyue turned her face away, pouted her red lips, and said angrily.
As soon as the words fell,
Song Meiyue glanced at him again out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that he was still in pain, she became even more worried and asked anxiously: "Is everything okay? You...don't lie to me."
In fact, Jiang Qi was fine. After all, he enjoyed his father-in-law's waist-strengthening wine and his mother-in-law's wild tortoise... He even got angry a few times. When the Chinese medicine was applied at the critical moment, the anger became even more intense. This point...
Song Meiyue also understood it very well, but she did not express it and chose to deal with it coldly.
"well…"
"I do not know either."
"Why don't you help me check, you are more careful, but I am very careless." Jiang Qi sighed, looked at the pretty aunt sitting on the bedside with a sad face, wrapping herself up to be airtight, and begged: "Quickly
Just click...I can still save you now."
Song Meiyue exploded and was so angry that her whole body ached... She wished she could beat this stinky man to death. She knew without guessing that he was not in serious trouble. He was just taking this opportunity to repeat what he did in the bathroom.
"roll!"
"Do you think I'm a child?"
Song Meiyue grabbed a pillow and threw it towards Jiang Qi who was lying on the bed.
Seeing her angry yet cautious look, Jiang Qi smiled evilly and moved his body, just like a maggot, slowly arching his way to Song Meiyue's side.
She sat up and prepared to put the mature and pretty aunt into her arms. At first...Song Meiyue struggled fiercely for a few times, but in the end she couldn't help her inner impulse and leaned against her involuntarily.
at this time,
Song Meiyue's cell phone rang on the bedside table, and the caller was her best friend and future mother-in-law.
"Hello?"
"Sister Yaling." Song Meiyue lay in the arms of Jiang Yaling's son, smelling the masculine breath on his body, with a hint of shyness and tenderness between her brows, and asked feebly: "Is something the matter?"
At this time, Jiang Yaling heard laziness, comfort, happiness, and a little satisfaction from her best friend's voice.