The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

"I guess your mother is tall, get out!"

Qiao Anhao touched Lu Yicheng with her butt, and that round butt touched Lu Yicheng's lower abdomen. That provocative movement immediately made Lu Yicheng's eyes darken instantly.

He pressed his hand on the peaceful lower abdomen, and his slightly callused fingertips gently brushed against the flat lower abdomen, climbing up bit by bit.

Qiao Anhao immediately held down the troublesome hand, gritted her teeth and said, "Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!"

She was angry with him, and what was he doing?
"Fuck me?"

Qiao Anhao "..."

"I am willing."

That low-pitched voice brushed past her ears, and the low-pitched voice seemed to have the power to seduce people's hearts, which made Qiao Anhao startled, but then a sneer broke out at the corner of her mouth, and she slammed her hand back With one blow, it hit Lu Yisheng's waist directly.

Immediately, she heard a muffled groan, and before she could be happy, the next moment, she felt as if she suddenly vacated.

In the dark, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see clearly, and with her inconvenient legs and feet, she couldn't fight with Lu Yicheng like before, so she could only be pinned on the bed by him.

Those azure blue pupils seemed to glow in the dark, making her fall on him at a glance, but the sharp gaze passed over her, and the slightly raised tone was a little provocative Deep afterward.

"Well, your hand is not hurt." The cold voice was different from the indifference of the past, but with a sharp aura, full of hints.

Immediately, Joan's face turned red, but luckily he couldn't see in the dark.

She glared at Lu Yicheng angrily, wishing she could kick him to the ground, but now she died before leaving the school, even if she wanted to give Lu Yicheng a kick, she would have to wait for her to recover from her injury before waking up.

The slightly aggrieved feeling of being held down and the blushing feeling on her face made Joan's face swell with anger, just like a little goldfish bubbling. The bangs fell on both sides of her cheeks with her movements, revealing delicate little face.

"Lu Yisheng, if you have the ability to heal me, let's make gestures again."

"No, just do it now."

"Lu Yisheng, you are shameless!"

"Ah."

In every word and deed, Qiao Anhao was eaten to death by Lu Yicheng, and she was so angry that she was so angry that her breathing became short of breath, and she felt a little aggrieved inexplicably.

He knew every slight movement of her very well, let alone when he suddenly lost his spirit, he lowered his eyes, and there was a trace of imperceptible helplessness in those pupils.

"Angry?"

Qiao Anhao snorted, but did not answer.

Lu Yicheng stretched out his hand to hug her and stopped teasing her. His slender and well-articulated fingers gently combed her soft long hair, his movements were as gentle as if a knight was treating his own princess.

He hugged her into his arms and said softly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Then tell me how you plan to deal with Louis." Qiao Anhao buried her head on Lu Yicheng's chest, her voice was husky, but the topic finally came back to Louis, which made Lu Yisheng a little dumbfounded.

But for Qiao Anhao to focus on his rival in love, it obviously displeased him, "Lying in my arms, calling other men's names. Huh? Is it appropriate."