Deep and intimate love: the president loves hard

Xue'er let out an aggrieved "Wow", anxiously kicked two rolls on the spot, and quickly went back to her kennel under Meng Yanxi's fierce gaze.

Meng Yanxi strode over to close the door, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to stay in this room.

Meng Yanxi himself had forgotten how long it had been since he had spent the night in this room.

Although it still maintains the same appearance as it did three years ago, this is the first time he has stepped in these three years.

It was a coincidence that brought her here just now.

However, just looking at that face, she barely qualified to live here.

Throughout the night, Shui Yumo felt that he didn't sleep well enough, especially the heels of his legs, he always felt that there was a hot egg rolling around there.

Before Shui Yumo could realize what it was, the sound of a storm exploded above Shui Yumo's head: "I was so excited early in the morning, it seems that I didn't work hard enough last night!"

In the next moment, Shui Yumo saw a stern face enlarged in front of him, and his strong body pressed up directly, unceremoniously planning to attack the city.

Shui Yumo was shocked, and before he had time to think about the ins and outs of the matter, the other hand placed on the side of the pillow instinctively grasped Meng Yanxi's wrist and squeezed it fiercely. Hee was taken away.

But she didn't expect that at the same time that her hand was pinching Meng Yanxi's wrist, Meng Yanxi's other hand was already pinching her neck.

The originally pink and tender neck instantly turned white, losing any blood color.

"Looks like it's still a cat with claws. Believe it or not, I'll pull out your claws one by one!" Meng Yanxi's voice was cold and emotionless, announcing Shui Yumo's decision like a trial from hell. death penalty.

Shui Yumo only felt that his mind was blank, he couldn't think of anything, let alone thinking, his hands unconsciously climbed onto Meng Yanxi's arms, trying hard to save himself.

Even the most basic common sense of self-help has been forgotten.

Shui Yumo is indeed a ninth-degree black belt, but it was all practiced in the Taekwondo classroom. This kind of real life-and-death struggle made Shui Yumo forget for a while that he knew Taekwondo, leaving only instinct.

Just when Shui Yumo thought that she was about to be strangled to death, Meng Yanxi's eyes narrowed slightly, and she let go of her, turned over and got off the bed, and said in a deep voice, "I'll give you 10 minutes to clean yourself up!"

Fresh air rushed into his lungs quickly, and Shui Yumo coughed violently, with tears streaming down his face, he was really in a state of embarrassment.

After finally slowing down, the 10-minute time limit Meng Yanxi said just now sounded, and he sat up quickly, and at the same time he realized that he was not wearing any clothes, he wrapped the men's nightgown next to him around his body, intending to Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.

As soon as the legs moved, Shui Yumo realized that her legs were as heavy as lead, especially the most private place, which was almost like tearing pain, which made her almost shed tears.

Thinking of everything that happened in a daze last night, Shui Yu was silent like being struck by lightning!
She actually...

She actually handed herself over like this.

Was it given to that man who looked like a god of death?
This is the 32nd floor, the men who are qualified to appear here, except for Meng Yanxi, Shui Yumo is not the second person.

But according to the information Shui Yumo got, Meng Yanxi had been abroad for a long time, and the 32nd floor was completely empty.

If it weren't for this, Shui Yumo wouldn't have dared to risk the displeasure of the world and barge in directly last night.

She is also fatal, okay?
I walked to the bathroom with wild thoughts all the way, stood in front of the mirror, and saw bruises on my neck...

Slightly shivering, she took off her nightgown, and the unsightly marks on her body reminded Shui Yumo of how passionate and crazy last night was.

Shui Yumo almost collapsed, is this the end of her desperate escape all night?
This is fate, a fate that cannot be escaped?

Shui Yumo is not an idiot, he soon confirmed that the man he greeted in a special way this morning is the owner of the 32nd floor, Young Master Yan!
Originally, Shui Yumo was still procrastinating, but after confirming that it was Meng Yanxi, Shui Yumo no longer dared to procrastinate.

If Yan Shao said 10 minutes, it would be 10 minutes!
Because the dawdling just now had already wasted some time, it was exactly 10 minutes when Shui Yumo stood in front of Meng Yanxi wearing Meng Yanxi's pajamas.

Meng Yanxi looked at his watch: "Well, exactly 10 minutes."

Shui Yumo didn't dare to make a sound, this is, she accidentally broke into Meng Yanxi's house and put him to sleep...

And early in the morning, he also raided his Master Xiaomeng...

Shui Yumo didn't know what he should do to dispel Meng Yanxi's anger.

Needle dropping could be heard quietly in the room, Meng Yanxi didn't say a word, and Shui Yumo didn't dare to say anything, just felt that standing here in pajamas was really too embarrassing.

After all, the other party is neatly dressed, and I...

Just thinking about this scene, Shui Yumo wished he could dig a hole to get in.

After standing for a long time, I became a little impatient and started to make small movements.

Meng Yanxi only looked up at Shui Yumo, and saw the particularly obvious red "strawberry" on the white skin exposed by the nightgown.

A face that was originally pitch-black instantly turned into a rainy sky: "Who allowed you to come out dressed like this?"

Shui Yu was as silent as if struck by lightning, and after a while, she finally came to her senses and explained: "I have no clothes to wear... so I can only borrow Yan Shao's nightgown."

"Take it off!" Meng Yanxi has always disliked others touching his things, especially private items like nightgowns.

"Yes, Young Master Yan, I'll take it off immediately!" Shui Yumo quickly agreed, then turned and went into the room.

"Stop, who allowed you to go?" Meng Yanxi's eyes were filled with obvious emotions, and he approached Shui Yumo step by step, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

There was a bit of panic in Shui Yumo's eyes, and then he calmed down, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "The incident last night was an accident. I didn't mean to break into Yan Shao's 32nd floor. The matter of the nightgown, It's the second accident. I'll wash it off for Shao Yan, and I promise not to leave any smell!"

"Is this your sincerity?" Meng Yanxi narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous gleam appearing.