She pulled his tie and said, "Anyway, it is not you. Wearing a suit all day, a tie, a seriousness. That person! It is love to wear plaid shirts, jeans ... clean, fair, fair ...
Must be fair ... "
Feng Yan's lips were tightened, and the image of Su Hanyan said on his own, white -faced scholar.
"Do you want to wear glasses?" He talked with a sarcasm.
"Eyes? Glasses?" Of course, Su Hanyan didn't know that Yan Shao was a little angry, and he was stupidly headed. "You can, I like the kind of rolling gas ... Isn't it you?
Take our own needs, the most suitable for us, yes, we ... we ... "
For a while, Fengyan only felt that there was a breeding cover and exclusion between her words, and then looked at her lower her head. She didn't look at him. She couldn't help but feel hard, but was stubborn by him.
According to his shoulders, Su Hanyan was filled with the unique and well -smelled mature man's atmosphere. It was strange, but at this time, it was full of charm.
Her face was sticking to his clothes, and many images appeared in the chaotic mind. They murmured for a while: "How can it be you? Why not him?"
The expression on Fengyan's face was stiff, and then she smiled coldly. She really wanted to strangle her.
After drinking the truth, it is often a very unpleasant mantra. Definitely he knew that she was drunk, and threw him anxiously and rushed over, and she dared to say that she liked Bai Noodle Scholar.
It is really the Lord of the murderer.
Back in the villa, Feng Yan took Su Hanyan into the master bedroom. He put her on the bed, looked down at her small face that she was dyed with alcohol, and her mood suddenly became a bit complicated ..
He poured himself, and used his fingers to rub her delicate skin, and asked dumbly: "Smoke, see who I am?"
The intoxicated woman slowly looked up, and her fascinating eyes were empty without focus. She opened her eyes and recognized it, and slowly raised her hand to touch his cheek.
Come on.
After identifying for a while, she finally smiled: "Feng Yan! But why is you? You say ..."
Feng Yan's face became more and cold, and the long eyelashes covered the gloomy and deep eyes. The heart was injured by the woman in an instant.
Why is you?
Doesn't that mean she hopes to be another person?
Feng Yan's heart was slightly painful. His tall body covered it, and his thin lips came to her beautiful neck along the chin and bit the collarbone.
"Pain ..." Su Hanyan frowned, shouting slightly painfully.
"Talk about it, why do you have to come here?" His big hand torn out of the clothes on each other, and his hot body was tightly attached to her.
Why come?
Su Hanyan frowned, and made a expression that seemed to be racking his brain, but he didn't answer him for a long time.
"Say! Why come?"
"Ayan ..." She was sober by the pain of her mouth and her body, but her head was still dizzy.
Why come?
Check marriage!
She gave herself an answer in her heart, even if she was drunk, she still did not say the word cheating by the only one with the only one.
Suddenly, she felt his body sinking, and the tear -like pain instantly covered her body from bottom to top, and she left her mind clearly.