"I can't kill you." Pei Mochen closed the curtains in the living room.
Then the two had sex again on the sofa.
As of 10:30 p.m., the two of them had done it four times in total.
In the end, Cheng Ningyou concluded that men and women with savings really can't afford to be hurt when they get together, and if they are not careful, they will go crazy.
After having midnight snack, Pei Mochen sent Cheng Ningyou back to Cheng Yanke.
When Cheng Ning returned home, she was worried about the pain in her waist and back, and her legs were basically dragging her while walking.
After entering, Cheng Shenke sat on the sofa and watched the football match. When he saw Cheng Ningyou coming back, he turned down the TV volume a little.
"Back."
Cheng Ning nodded feebly, "Yeah."
Raise your hand to hang your bag on the hook, change your shoes, and enter the house.
Cheng Yanke said, "Sisi Niannian has fallen asleep."
Cheng Ningyou poured a glass of hot water, took a few sips, and glanced at the TV screen, "Well, there's such a big difference, we don't have time, the winner has been decided."
Cheng Shenke held the remote control in his hand and leaned lazily on the sofa. Seeing Cheng Ningyou bending down to sit down, he moved his body and turned up the TV volume a little higher.
"It's about the process. Messi scored a penalty kick just now very beautifully."
While talking, there was another burst of cheers on the TV, and Barcelona's Messi scored another goal.
Cheng Ningyou glanced at the TV screen lazily. The Barcelona players were cheering together. She pouted and sighed, "I still think Ronaldo's solo performance is wonderful."
I heard that Cristiano Ronaldo is a hunk, and I also heard that Beckham's good figure is due to her good skills in bed.
Hey, it seems that if you want to maintain a good figure, you need to find a strong man who is good in bed.
Thinking of all the hard work in bed, my whole body began to hurt again, my face turned red, and my pursed lips curled up.
"So you are a little girl." Cheng Shenke turned to look at Cheng Ningyou. Girls who like Ronaldo are basically fake fans. Of course, there are also real ones.
But why did her face turn red while we were talking about football?
His eyes inadvertently glanced under her earlobe, and he immediately recognized a shallow kiss mark.
He didn't gossip, only an ambiguous smile appeared in his eyes the moment he looked away.
The big TV screen showed that it was almost eleven o'clock. Auntie went to her new house today, but was sent back in the afternoon, and it was Pei Mochen who sent her back.
**It is probably burning.
It's rare for the calm and reserved Cheng Shenke to have sexual intercourse occasionally.
"She's thirty, but she's still a little girl."
How could Cheng Ningyou know what Cheng Shenke was thinking at this time, and how could she know what he saw.
After finishing the glass of water, the football game was over.
Cheng Shenke put down the remote control and stood up. His tall figure was wearing a dark blue nightgown. He yawned and said to Cheng Ningyou, "Go to bed early. I see you are too tired to be energetic."
Cheng Ningyou was stunned when he heard this, and his face turned red again, "Ah, I'm not tired."
Cheng Shenke hid the smile in his eyes and nodded vaguely, "Oh, I thought you were tired. It's already eleven o'clock now. Don't do it so late next time."
It's better to let her move out as soon as possible, otherwise she will probably stay so late often in the future, which will be quite troublesome.
"Ah...oh." Cheng Ningyou felt a little guilty.
Cheng Shenke turned around and was about to enter the room when his cell phone on the coffee table suddenly rang.
The ringtone is My Song by Qu Wanting, which is the fourth ringtone of Feng Ke in her impression.
Five years ago, when she didn't change the ringtone for him, he still used that phone ring as the sound for incoming calls. Later, she changed it for him.
