The beautiful and plump woman's body appeared in front of Yan Shaojun's eyes, but his eyes were still as calm as water, without any waves.
Anya turned around seductively, then walked towards Yan Shaojun slowly, "Young Master Yan, how do I look like? Is it beautiful?"
"Beautiful." Yan Shaojun looked at her posing with cold eyes, and answered in a cold voice.
"Young Master Yan, don't be so cold," he seemed to notice Yan Shaojun's lack of interest, and gave him a charming chuckle, then squatted in front of him and slowly took off the belt on his suit pants.
While smiling, he said, "Don't worry, I won't tell your future wife."
After a slight pause, she covered her mouth and smiled, "In order to be able to cooperate smoothly with Master Yan in the future, Yarou naturally has to show some sincerity. This is just a trivial matter."
As she spoke, she moved her hands, and in a short while she peeled off most of Yan Shaojun's clothes, revealing his bronze skin, strong and capable body, beautiful and smooth muscle lines, and his strong and well-proportioned figure exuding the charm of a mature man.
"Why should I believe what you say?" Yan Shaojun looked at An Yarou with contempt.
Anyarou's charming eyes were as silky as silk, but she didn't speak. Her full (harmony) breasts pressed close to him, rubbing his strong back, and scattered small kisses all the way to his shoulders.
Seeing his body gradually becoming stiff, An Yarou chuckled, "Young Master Yan, I am willing to be used by you, what are you worried about? Shouldn't you know the reason why Yarou did this? You and I have the same problem.
, as long as I can snatch Li Yan away, I will do anything. So, you can rest assured and enjoy the beauty (harmony) delivered to your door, so that you and I can be very happy, right?"
For An Yarou, losing Li Yan is certainly not acceptable, but Yan Shaojun is also a good candidate. It is always good to take this opportunity to hang him first, and maybe he can get some profit from Yan Shaojun in the future.
Yan Shaojun was not a fool. It was impossible for a woman to take the initiative to do such a thing without asking for anything in return. He just acquiesced because he wanted to deal with Li Yan with her.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Anya Rou gently bit Yan Shaojun's shoulder blade, and her hands slid all the way from his chest to caress, and finally landed on his tall and straight head.
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Anya Rou smiled disdainfully and sneered in her heart: Men are all animals that rely on their lower body to think. Why are you pretending to be Liu Xiahui? Huh, who are you kidding?!
Pouting her lips, she squatted down close to Yan Shaojun's strong body, straightened his cock, and took it all in one mouthful...
It is a lie to not be tempted by beauty (harmony) in the present. He was once a man who played in the field of sound (harmony), so for one-night (harmony) love, sexual (harmony) partners and the like
New things are not exclusive.
What's more, since Yan Shaojun was drugged and had sex with Lan Qian, he has never touched a woman again. How could he stand An Yarou's bold teasing (harmony), and he gave up his armor within two or three times.
Two hours later.
The woman curled up in Yan Shaojun's arms like a lazy Persian cat, her face flushed with the flush of passion, and she buried her face deeply in his neck with enjoyment, smelling his scent deeply.
Anya Rou breathed a sigh of satisfaction. She really didn't expect that Yan Shaojun's skills in bed were not bad at all, and he actually gave her three (harmonious) orgasms in one night.
Thinking of this, she blurted out, "Young Master Yan, I really want to die on this bed with you."
The too straightforward statement caused a cold smile to appear on Yan Shaojun's face. He took a deep breath of cigarette and blew it on Anya Rou's face as a response.
"By the way," Anyarou murmured softly, pressing her body closer to him, "Does Young Master Yan already have a plan in mind?" Yan Shaojun just smoked silently for a long time, making Anyarou unable to calm down.
But he still didn't speak. Anyarou felt a little sad when he saw it. Before Yan Shaojun took another puff of cigarette, she snatched the cigarette from his hand and took a puff, then buried her head and kissed his lips, entangled with his...
…
It has to be said that Anya Rou is a master of sexual harmony among women, and Yan Shaojun has never met a woman with whom he has such a tacit understanding of sexual harmony.
At this moment, his body seemed to be a biological machine without a thought, allowing her to caress, play with, knead, and soon it swelled up again.
"Li Yan has a CD in his hand about me and my father, as well as Mi Ruo's mother. She is Mi Ruo's weakness. As long as she can be freed from Li Yan's control, Mi Ruo will not be influenced by Li Yan. You
Find a way to handle these two things." He pecked her earlobe and let her soft little hands caress it up and down (harmoniously).
After a while, his arrogance (harmony) grew bigger and bigger.
Anya Rou smiled seductively, and suddenly sat up, straddling Yan Shaojun's body, her two big white (harmonious) legs wrapped around his waist and hips like a water snake, and sat down directly.
"Hmm..." Yan Shaojun snorted comfortably.
Anyarou began to swing her waist, and while moving, she gently touched his lips with the pad of her index finger: "I have no problem with her mother's matter. I can also try to find the CD for you, but..."
"Just what?" Yan Shaojun hugged her waist and moved up and down according to her rhythm, doing whatever he wanted, but the look in his eyes was cold.
"No more fierce Yan, he is mine, his life, his body, everything about him is mine. Even if he is dead and broken, it still belongs to me, Anyarou. No one else except me
Qualified to take his life."
Hearing this, Yan Shaojun smiled, thinking that this woman is really a vicious woman!
His lips curved slightly, a glimmer of light flashed through his dark eyes, and then he replied calmly: "Okay, let's each find what belongs to us. Happy cooperation!"
————Raowu "Satan President Chasing His Fugitive Wife" ————
After class, Mi Ruo refused to go back to Haike Yingzhou. Although the bodyguards urged her to go back early, she insisted on staying outside for a while.
She said she wanted to relax.
Passing by a Central Park on the way, she got out of the car and walked in. There was a large fountain pool in the center of the park, surrounded by stone steps made of cobblestones.
She sat cross-legged on the stone steps, with Li Yan's words entangled in her mind like threads. She lowered her head and dipped her fingers in the pool water, and drew a soft arc on the black marble, and then another.
The sun gradually sets in the west through the gaps in the tall buildings, a purple cloud appears on the sky, the dusk gradually dims, and then the lanterns begin to shine.
The marble was already wet, and there was no dry place in front of her. People seemed to be coming and going, and time passed by. She didn't pay much attention to it. She just kept dipping in the water in the pool, and it felt like it was getting wet.
The stone surface is painted with eye shapes that can no longer be seen in arc after arc.
"Why are you refusing to go home just so you can draw talismans here?" Someone suddenly ridiculed.
