Lu Yifan put his hands into his trousers pockets, glanced at Ye Zizi in the crowd, opened his lips in a graceful arc, leaned over, and whispered to Wan Qianqian, "I think Cheng Shenke from the Remote Group is pretty good."
Hearing this, Wan Qian Qian raised his head with some hesitation in his eyes, "But he is married, and he seems to be much older than Mian Mian. Most importantly, their personalities seem to be very different, right?"
She knew Cheng Shenke fairly well. He had a cold and aloof personality, while Mianmian was so lively and active. There must be a huge difference between the two.
The most important thing is that he was married.
"What's the age difference between you and your uncle? What were your personalities like at first?"
Yifan Lu paused as he spoke, then continued, "A good man doesn't ask about the past. He is not a heartless man who abandoned his wife."
Ms. Wan nodded, feeling that what Lu Yifan said made sense.
Yao Yi was nine years older than her. At first, Yao Yi didn't even bother to say a word to her. She followed him around all day long.
Feng shui has also changed now.
"Feifei" Pei Mochen gently rolled his tongue around the woman's ear.
The soft and wet tongue teased the sensitive nerves in the woman's body, and the woman raised her leg and lowered it to the top of his thigh.
Pei Mochen's body tensed up.
The woman beneath him let go of his body and moved her hands to his lower abdomen.
With a soft 'ding' sound, Pei Mochen's belt was untied by the woman underneath him. After untying it, she tried to put her hands into his pants.
Pei Mochen's narrowed eyes opened wide, he pushed the woman under him away, and sat up on his own.
"Who are you?" Breathing heavily, he sat on the woman's body, his hard penis wanting to enter the woman's body.
But when this woman touched his body, he was disgusted. She was not Zhang Mofei.
Zhang Mofei likes to hug his neck, not his back.
No matter how anxious Zhang Mofei is, she will use her feet to kick off the restraints on his body first.
The woman then sat up, her hands wrapped enchantingly around Pei Mochen's body again, and her lips came to his ear, "Yangyang, I want it, and you want it too, right?"
The delicate palms rubbed slowly on his back.
Pei Mochen's body became tighter and tighter. He really wanted to.
He wanted to find a splash of cold water and pour it on his body. His throat was so dry that it felt like it was about to burst. When he saw the woman's red lips, he opened his mouth and wanted to swallow her up.
Raising his hand, he needed a woman very much now and hugged the woman who was teasing him again.
But as soon as he hugged her, he pushed her away violently.
"Who are you?"
This woman is not Zhang Mofei. The clothes she wears are exactly the same as the ones he designed for Zhang Mofei.
Pei Mochen's mind was sometimes sober and sometimes confused.
The woman was pushed by Pei Mochen and sat up again. Without giving up, she reached out and unzipped Pei Mochen's pants.
My hands tried to get close to the most sensitive part of a man, but they failed.
Pei Mochen grabbed her wrist and threw her away forcefully, "Who are you?"
His voice was hoarse and his vision was blurry.
But no matter how eager and delirious he is now, he can still tell whether the person under him is his Zhang Mofei.
They slept together every day, and when she was longing for him, she was like a wild horse running wild. She was very direct and would not be in contact with him at this time.
The woman took off the straps of her dress, revealing her naked body in front of Pei Mochen, "Yangyang..."
‘Pah’, Pei Mochen waved his hand and slapped the woman on the face, “Get out!”
Yangyang is now Zhang Mofei's patent and no one can complain about it.
