493. Chapter 493 There is a kind of mourning cry: admire Fan 12
But this time, before her hand could touch him, her wrist was suddenly tightly grasped by a powerful palm...
A low and hoarse male voice slowly sounded in the master bedroom: "Why, you thought that I would secretly hurt Ji Lianjing, so you came here to please me non-stop?! Haha~!!"
After vomiting, Yang Mufan became more conscious.
In the company at noon, although Mu Wanqing said nothing, he could see through her thoughts at a glance.
"..." Mu Wanqing couldn't help but take a breath after hearing Yang Mufan's words.
How could she please him?! She was obviously just caring, okay?
Not wanting to talk nonsense to him, Mu Wanqing wanted to withdraw her hand and leave.
However, Yang Mufan held her wrist with such force that Mu Wanqing felt like her bones were about to be crushed by him.
I struggled hard for a long time, but couldn't break free.
Mu Wanqing was a little angry: "Yang Mufan, why are you holding me back?! Let go!! Take your paw away!!! Can you stop being so dark?! I think you're drunk, so you have good intentions.
I have good intentions to take care of you, but you actually..."
"Wow~"
"Dong~"
Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly dragged away by an irresistible force.
The world was spinning for a while, and when she came back to her senses, she had already fallen onto the soft big bed.
The cup in his hand fell heavily to the floor, and the lemonade inside spilled all over the bed and the floor...
Mu Wanqing didn't have time to collect her thoughts. She admired Fan Fan's body as heavy as Mount Tai, so she pressed it down eagerly.
She was a little breathless.
Her slightly cold hands were firmly placed on his hot and strong chest, and she tried her best to push away the distance between the two of them: "Yang Mufan, what are you doing, let me go..."
"Just taking care of me with good intentions?!" Yang Mufan looked down at her from a high position, his black eyes as sharp as a sword, locked on her tightly.
Mu Wanqing felt a little weak after being stared at by him.
Ben Ben turned away from his slightly red face, avoiding his hot breath mixed with alcohol, and pretended to be calm and said: "Yes, I'm just taking care of you."
After hearing her explanation, Yang Mufan immediately raised his lips and smiled softly, but there was no trace of smile in his dark eyes.
He said: "You just want to take care of me. It's not easy to sit in the lobby and wait until two o'clock in the morning."
The voice was low and hoarse, magnetic and sweet, but... it was full of sarcasm and sarcasm.
"..." After hearing this, Mu Wanqing's breathing immediately became a little unsmooth.
She turned away in fear and looked at Yang Mufan: Did he know something?!
Admiration Fan's eyes, as mysterious as the sea, stared straight at her, taking in all her expressions without missing a beat.
The slender fingers with clear joints grabbed her chin, pulled her face, and forced her to look into his eyes.
Mu Wanqing didn't know whether it was because Yang Mufan's gaze was too sharp or for some other reason, but she could hardly meet his gaze calmly.
Just as he was about to resist angrily, his burning lips dropped eagerly without any warning.
With his arrogance and arrogance soaked in bone and blood, he sucked and sucked vigorously, biting her delicate and soft lips, eager, passionate, and high...
