Zhuo Yifan suddenly blushed. Wen Xin's question played into the hands of Young Master Zhuo! Needless to say, Phoenix, Angel and Ziteng all knew each other in the capital, but Doreen was indeed a surprise.
Young Master Zhuo, who had a guilty conscience, coughed lightly, and then changed the topic and said: "Am I like that kind of playboy? I am a playboy, and I have good taste, right? I won't casually seduce beautiful women outside!
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"Yes! You just haven't hooked up enough! You are too busy with the dozen or so people at home. Are you planning to find all the seventy-two concubines in San Gong and Six Courtyards?" Wen Xin said angrily.
"How dare you! I'm afraid you will punish me! By the way, you haven't learned anything bad from them, have you?" Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but chuckle.
"What? Will they punish you? Then I have to ask them for advice! Let's unite and deal with you, this philandering carrot!" Wen Xin giggled.[
Zhuo Yifan's old face immediately cried and said: "It doesn't have to be like this, right? You can't be like them!"
"Are you afraid? Let's see if you dare to go home with a random woman in the future!" Wen Xin chuckled with a sly look in her eyes.
"Then I'll take you home!" Zhuo Yifan chuckled, and moved his big hand around Wen Xin down, immediately climbed up to the long-lost buttocks, and squeezed it twice vigorously.
"Ah!" Wen Xin's key parts were attacked, and she couldn't help but gasp, and softly spat: "I'm not serious again! This is a hospital!"
"What are you afraid of? How about we get in the car?" Zhuo Yifan said with a smirk.
Wen Xin pouted her little mouth, but did not answer or deny. There was still a hint of hope in her eyes, as shy as a girl's instinct.
Zhuo Yifan knew what the beautiful woman was thinking, and he immediately dragged her into the back seat of the car without caring about Wen Xin's objections and symbolic struggles.
The interior space of the BMW is quite large, and the leather seats are quite comfortable to lie down on. Zhuo Yifan laid Wen Xin on the seat, closed the door with his backhand, and then turned off the lights in the car.
"Why are you in the car? What if someone sees you?" Wen Xin whispered softly in the dim light, her eyes flashing like gems.
Zhuo Yifan unceremoniously pressed down on Wen Xin's delicate body from above, and said with a mischievous smile: "Isn't it quite exciting in the car? And if someone passes by, I would have noticed it! It's so late at night.
There’s no one around, so don’t worry at all!”
Wen Xin wanted to say something else, but Zhuo Yifan's unique masculine breath hit her face directly. The small mouth she just opened was blocked by Zhuo Yifan's lips. The sweet tongue lost its hold in an instant, and was blocked by Zhuo Yifan.
Fan Di Tongue was caught red-handed.
In a short while, Wen Xin almost had a fight with Zhuo Yifan. But when Zhuo Yifan lifted up her long skirt and was about to take off the last layer of her fig leaf, she suddenly woke up.
A hand tightly grasped Zhuo Yifan's palm, which surprised Zhuo Yifan.
"What's wrong?" Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but frowned. His little Xiaofan was frightened and angry. What could he do if he didn't calm down at this time?
"I... I'm inconvenienced these two days!" Wen Xin's pretty face turned red and she muttered for a long time before she explained.
Zhuo Yifan was devastated by the loss! How bad was he? He actually got into trouble? This relative came at the right time!
Zhuo Yifan sat up without saying a word and pulled Wen Xin up with him, his expression looking very depressed.
