While they were saying the harshest words, their lips were gradually getting closer, kissing each other most passionately.
No matter what the normal order is!
Should he fall in love first or get married first?
This time, he was crazy, and she was crazy with him.
If she was crazy for him again, she would... be willing.
The entangled lips and tongues, as well as the mellow aroma of red wine, are particularly intoxicating.
Her heart beat faster and her breathing became heavier. He pushed up her nightgown and piled it on her neck. The red mass made her skin as white as snow even more reflected.
That kind of red and white was enough to make him burn. Situ Xing gasped and lifted his face from her chest.
"Honey, wait for me to get TT!"
A palm held his hand.
Situ Xing raised his face and saw Shen Xue's cheeks were as red as wine.
"Didn't you say you wanted your son to help you chase me?"
Stretching out his fingers and interlacing them with hers, Situ Xing did not leave her, but looked into her eyes very close.
"It's so cute, call me."
"Situ Xing."
"wrong."
"husband."
Holding her tightly, he took her completely over without mercy.
"Honey, remember to tell me when you fall in love with me one day, and then we will have a wedding!"
Holding his neck, Shen Xue responded with a slight gasp.
"good!"
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Suburban, an apartment complex.
Han Qing walked over quickly, opened the door and got into the car.
"Mr. Luo, everything has been arranged."
"Okay!" Luo Jun nodded, "Let's go there."
The two people got out of the car together, two of the four bodyguards followed him upstairs, and two guarded the exit.
Arriving at a door on the second floor, Luo Jun raised his chin lightly, and Han Qing knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
Soon, Yan Xiaosong's voice came from inside the door.
Then there was the sound of the door being opened. The wooden door was opened, revealing Yan Xiaosong's face. Looking at Luo Jun and Han Qing outside the door, his eyes changed and he instinctively wanted to close the door.
Before he could close the door, Luo Jun kicked him over. Yan Xiaosong was caught off guard and fell out, falling into the politeness.
Luo Jun strode in, followed by Han Qing and two bodyguards.
Yan Xiaosong quickly got up from the ground, "You... what are you doing, breaking into private houses, a gangster society?"
Two bodyguards strode over, grabbed his arms one on the left and the other on the right, pushed him to sit on the sofa, and Han Qing moved a chair for Luo Jun to sit on the opposite side of the sofa.
"Yan Xiaosong, 25 years old, from XX City, Heilongjiang Province, was sent to a juvenile detention center for chopping someone up when he was 13 years old... There are no brothers or sisters in the family. Your father died of a heart attack because of you. There is only one mother who works in a cotton spinning factory. Last year
I was laid off from work because of my asthma...and now I support my family by running a small stall..."
Luo Jun calmly stated his personal life and family situation.
"You..." Yan Xiaosong suddenly sat up straight, "Luo Jun, let me tell you, if you dare to touch my mother, I will fight you to the death!"
"If I wanted to touch your mother, I wouldn't be sitting here now." Luo Jun raised his hand, took the recorder handed over by Han Qing, and pressed play.
The voice of the previous worker was immediately heard from the recorder.
"His surname is Yan, he is of medium height, bald, and has a tattoo on his arm... Yes, that's him, that's the guy... He was the one who asked us to drill holes in the floor. Later he gave me 10,000 yuan to let me
Leave quickly..."
Yan Xiaosong's face turned pale as he listened to the little foreman's voice.
