Through his shirt, he deliberately pressed her softness, and she smiled a little sore and beat his back, but he gnawed on her ears.

"Alright, no more fuss. You're about to take a shower. She pushed him.

"You are responsible for the fire you lit." He leaned on her coquettishly and didn't get up. A pair of hands also roamed over her very dishonestly. Su Yi'an felt that if he didn't force him to take a bath, he would have to wash again tonight. put his hands on his waist and begged coquettishly: "Husband, hurry up." You smell the smell of alcohol and smoke on your body, it stinks to death. Su Yiyi pinched her nose prettently, looking at her delicate appearance and pursed red lips, Yue Feiyang pecked lightly, frowned, and said, "It's really a lack of beating, I actually dislike my husband." But for your sake......" He glanced at her delicate figure arbitrarily, and said with a wicked smile: "Wait a minute, I will repay my husband for his thoughtfulness." Su Yi'an pretended to be flustered and pulled his clothes tightly, causing him to kiss him hard again before he was willing to go to the bathroom.

Su Yi'an leaned on the bed with one hand, but what she thought of was what Huang Sihui had come to during the day. This woman has always been very wary of her, and she covets the Yue family's property so much, she won't do anything extreme. Thinking that the wedding was imminent, she was really worried that this woman was going to ruin her wedding of the century.

Yue Feiyang walked out after taking a shower and wearing a bath towel, his hair was wet, and he walked towards Su Yi'an while wiping it. Su Yi'an looked at his even six-pack abs, straight and powerful waist, and suddenly his eyes lit up to show his **** true colors. This time it was Yue Feiyang's turn to take a posture, he glanced at Su Yi'an, and sat with his back to her. Su Yi'an immediately took out a hair dryer and flattered: "My husband's hair should be dried dry, otherwise it will be easy to catch a cold!" ”

Yue Feiyang's face was black, cold? He doesn't seem that old.

Su Yi'an gently dried his hair and began to pinch his back again. Yue Feiyang was comfortably drowsy, but was woken up by Su Yi'an's slap.

"Husband, I have to charge for this!" She looked at him with a wicked smile.

Yue Feiyang smiled in a daze: "How to charge?" ”

Su Yi'an blew lightly in his ear, Yue Feiyang suddenly sobered up, he turned over and pressed her, scratched her neck, and said with a wicked smile: "Isn't that the case?" Isn't that so? ”

Su Yi'an laughed and begged for mercy, but her two long white legs wrapped around the man's waist hard.

Yue Feiyang pressed the remote control, and the room suddenly turned into a soft yellow light, and he pulled the thin quilt to cover the two of them. Su Yi'an panted and said, "Husband, don't worry, I haven't ...... yet"

"Nothing?" The man's gruff voice was full of temptation.

"Not ready to ......"

"It's too late."

The quilt swayed up and down frantically, and a pair of feet with dyed pink nails were weakly exposed.

Early the next morning

Su Yi'an got out of the quilt and looked for the clothes that her husband had thrown all over the house. Roar, panties hanging on chairs, what underwear actually hangs on the bedside stand? And the silk pajamas she bought for 8,000 yuan, all torn by him, this guy! Before he woke up, he put on his clothes in a panic, but when he turned around, he saw him standing behind him: "Don't worry, wear it slowly." ”

Su Yi'an blushed instantly, and said in a low voice: "You are really necrotic." ”

"What do you want to eat in the morning?" He asked softly around her thin waist.

"Meat!" She looked at him with a grin and reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck: "I love everything you make." ”