While his son was chatting with Betty on a long-distance phone call, Lin Qianqian walked to see his arrogant husband.
By the way, since getting married, this man's temper has become more and more like his son, and he always has a bitter face for comfort.
After all, they are just jealous of their father and son.
I opened the door and found that the man in the bed was no different from what I had just now, curled up in a mask.
But when he got closer, he found that the bowl of porridge on the bedside table had been drunk, and Lin Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief.
Knowing that she couldn't starve to death for a moment, she sat down and teased the big man in the quilt: "Husband, do you think it's better? Do you want to drink some porridge?"
Yan Mubei's voice was muffled: "Let me be quiet."
She shook his body, and the man still shook his body twitching, and then returned to the silence.
After teasing him a few times, Lin Qianqian's eyes remained on her palms.
Her hand was pressing on his shoulder when a flash of inspiration suddenly moved her fingers down his arm.
It's not the usual touch, but a flick that looks like it's not.
Sure enough, through the thin quilt, she felt the body below tremble slightly.
A sly smile climbed onto Lin Qianqian's lips, and she touched it out even more with pride and pleasure.
Touched his waist, came to the place of his abdominal muscles, and ran down without hesitation.
At a speed as fast as lightning, the man's hand quickly grabbed her evil little hand, and in a discouraged and forbearing tone: "Qianqian, don't make trouble."
"I didn't make a fuss." Her body leaned forward and gently pressed on his arm, and a sound of exhaling like an orchid came out: "I miss you..."
He held her and loosened her strength, and then Lin Qianqian quickly got rid of his clamping and touched the man's proud place.
hiss!
The man in the quilt took a breath and his whole body became stiff.
She felt the ball of things in the palm of her hand slowly harden, attacking her senses with terrifying heat.
Suddenly, Lin Qianqian's face turned red.
It was her first attempt to hold a certain man's JJ so directly.
Feeling...not as disgusting as I imagined.
Or the relationship between the quilt and pants.
So Lin Qianqian pinched the hard thing, then pulled it again, and pressed it down with her palm.
Because she had never had any experience in this area, she treated it as a ball of flour and rolled it into a round and flattened manner.
Boss Yan, who was inside the quilt, was frightened, and finally the three souls disappeared.
Yan Mubei-_-|||,(>﹏＜),(⊙o⊙),~(≧▽≦)/~.
Suddenly the quilt was lifted up and quickly counterattacked, and the whistling wolf changed: "Wife, you a harsh little thing."
"Ah..., um..." A woman was pressed down on the bed, her slender and beautiful calves were pulled in the air, and her slippers were taken off.
Immediately afterwards, the two people's clothes were thrown to the ground in a parabola in mid-air.
Lin Qianqian hooked the man's neck and kissed him passionately.
She knew he was in a bad mood because of a good thing, and in that shameful way.
The way to regain his confidence and face is to let him completely possess himself again.
Yan Mubei, who stays in bed all day, is not her dish, she still likes the fierce, strong and domineering boss Yan.
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