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

Qiao Anhao smiled softly, her curved willow eyebrows were also stained with a distant and indifferent smile, her eyes that were crystal clear like amber were shining with a dazzling luster, and the corner of her mouth was full of coldness. The frost became deeper and deeper.

She was leaning quietly in Lu Yicheng's arms, her two fingers were undoubtedly rubbing together, her eyes were far away, as if she was meditating on something.

But that's the end of the story, and they have nothing to discuss.

Now that Louis is standing still, they will naturally not provoke rashly. Of course, this is only on the surface. As for Qiao Anhao, he has a lot of small calculations in his heart.

In any case, interest will still be charged.

Thinking of these, Anhao naturally thought of the bet. Her eyes rolled around, thinking about how to get Lu Yicheng to say.

So he said, "Yisheng, you should have an idea about Louis. Apart from Xun Jian, what else did you do secretly." An Hao reached out and picked up an orange and asked casually, as if she was just asking.

But her small thoughts were not enough for Lu Yisheng, he paused his fingers slightly, and he replied calmly and darkly, "Of course there are some dark hands, maybe it coincides with your thoughts."

This coincidence made Anhao vigilant. She narrowed her eyes slightly, pulled her body out of Lu Yicheng's arms, and looked her up and down, but Lu Yicheng remained calm, as if she just said something casually. General.

An Hao not only didn't catch the words, but made herself feel like she was seen through. She bit her lip and gently pinched her hair with her fingers. After thinking about it, she felt that Lu Yisheng was cheating on her.

So she smiled, showing an innocent smile, "It seems that Lu Yisheng really wants to win."

"You don't want to?" Lu Yicheng obviously asked rhetorically, but in a declarative tone.

"Of course I want to." Qiao Anhao smiled, leaned forward, and lightly pecked him on the lips, "Let me tell you, we are all our own people."

Qiao Anhao's lips were soft, and there was a slight warmth when they were pressed against his lips, but she retreated after touching them.

The eyes of those pupils instantly turned gloomy, and the ice-blue eyes instantly became like ink, and the aura of the whole person became depressed and a little dark in an instant. This compelling aura made Qiao An Well, I feel unwell.

Especially those pair of eyes with different colors were tightly locked on her body, as if flames were flickering inside, as if they wanted to suck her in.

Touching his own lips, Lu Yicheng squinted his eyes slightly, leaned on the sofa and said lazily, "Kiss again."

Qiao Anhao focused her attention, thought for a while, and then leaned on Lu Yicheng's lips. His lips were slightly cool with a faint mint fragrance. She was about to pull back when Lu Yicheng held the back of her head deepened the kiss.

The tearing between her lips made her want to retreat, but Lu Yicheng attacked even more fiercely, using his tongue to pry open her soft lips, plundering her breath, and occupying her mouth forcefully, until Qiao An was so fast After being kissed so badly, Lu Yicheng slowly let go of him.

The lips were torn and red, looking full of sexiness after being ravaged, Qiao Anhao wiped her lips, gave Lu Yicheng a hard look, and said through gritted teeth, "You can talk now!"