Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

Jiang Muyu looked at First Young Master Huo in front of him, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Young Master Huo, why did you come into my room casually and throw yourself into my arms...I didn't."

Huo Beicheng glanced at the mobile phone on the bed, "This mobile phone belongs to you."

Jiang Muyu blinked her eyes, "Yes... yes."

I'll go, does this phone belong to her? Why does he still ask this kind of thing knowingly?
Young Master Huo, just say what you want to say.

You are kind of a baby...

"Playing my voice on a loop, are you sure you're not seducing me?" The man's tone was somewhat noncommittal, and his arms around her slender waist tightened even more.

Jiang Muyu curled her lips, "Then if I play Peng Yuyan's movie, am I seducing Peng Yuyan? Young Master Huo, your logic doesn't make sense."

Although, when she played this short video earlier, she was a little bit excited.

But she was just a little rippling, she really never thought that First Young Master Huo would run over suddenly.

Huo Beicheng raised his eyebrows lightly, and leaned closer to his ear, "Xiao Yi, what's our relationship now?"

Jiang Muyu: "..."

What does it matter?

Young Master Huo, what do you want to talk about...their current husband and wife relationship?

Why did you mention this all of a sudden?
Jiang Muyu's heart was beating faster and faster, and her body was tightly attached to First Young Master Huo. The body temperature between the two of them was transmitted through the two thin layers of clothes, and she only felt a rush of heat rushing towards her face. come up.

In an instant, a small face was like a big apple, red and tender.

"Master Huo, calm down." Jiang Muyu suddenly thought of something, and his eyes widened.

This early in the morning, didn't everyone say that some aspects of boys are more sensitive?
that urge...

Maybe maybe it's about this time?

If she remembers correctly between husband and wife, there is indeed a question of obligation in this regard.

Jiang Muyu pursed the corner of her lower lip, and smiled nervously, "Well, I know that as a man, you will always have some impulsiveness at this time, right, but calm down."

The man's eyes became deeper and deeper, and the deep eyes fell firmly on her face.

After hearing her say that, her expression seemed to become more... meaningful!
at once,

Jiang Muyu held her breath, and gently pushed the man's chest with both hands, "Ah, I just saw Weibo trending searches and some news feeds, and I just wanted to tell you about this."

Under Huo Dashao's burning eyes, she felt that she was about to speak incoherently.

Jiang Muyu twitched the corners of her mouth and forced a smile, "You can directly disclose that, but Karel wants me to be their spokesperson for the Asia-Pacific region. Do you want me to agree to this?"

She blinked her eyes, a little afraid to look at him, so she could only move her gaze down, and finally stopped at the man's neck.

"You announce... oh, the news of our marriage, the reporter will definitely go to verify it."

Jiang Muyu watched the man's Adam's apple move up and down slightly, her mind gradually went blank, and her words were a little out of order.

Huo Beicheng lowered his head slightly, sliding his fingers around her waist, "What do you want to prove?"

"Certification?" Jiang Muyu's expression was a little confused, "What is the proof..."

The last word of the words has not been uttered, and it has been blocked by the pressed lips.