The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

He hugged her tighter and kissed her deeper.Suddenly, his hand touched her long wet hair, and the wet coolness slightly suppressed his enthusiasm like a volcanic eruption.

"Your hair is too wet, let's dry it first!" He also gasped and touched her wet and cool hair.

Lan Xinhui also panted slightly: "The hair dryer is downstairs." Seeing that he was still reluctant to let go of her, she whispered: "Don't stay here, okay? Grandma and the others are all downstairs, in case something happens ..."

"Okay." He let her go: "You go down and dry your hair first, he looked down at his mess: "I'll take a shower before going down. "

When Wang Zichen finished taking a shower, Lan Xinhui had already blown her hair.

After chatting with Zhu Jiumei for a few words, Wang Zichen said, "Grandma, I have a house over there that will be moved in tomorrow, so I'll take Xinhui there first tonight."

But Zhu Jiumei said: "I just moved in tomorrow, you can't live in it tonight! You should live here!"

Wang Zichen said with a smile: "Then we won't live in the apartment we will live in tomorrow, we will live in another apartment."

"Oh, there is another way," Zhu Jiumei nodded, "Then you guys go!"

After going out, Wang Zichen took Lan Xinhui's hand, and they took the elevator downstairs together, looking around no one else, he said: "How about we go to the apartment next door."

Lan Xinhui shook her head: "Let's listen to grandma!"

"Why don't we get a room in a nearby hotel?" Wang Zichen suggested again, and after saying that, he secretly despised his impatience.

Under Lan Xinhui's insistence, Wang Zichen still drove her to a villa in the suburbs.

Just entering the villa, before Lan Xinhui had time to see the decoration inside, she was hugged by Wang Zichen and pressed against the wall by the door. Immediately afterwards, his kiss fell hastily.

Lan Xinhui's feet became limp from the kiss, she kicked off her middle-heeled shoes.But it didn't seem to be of much use, under the attack of his powerful kiss, she became weaker and weaker.

His passionate kiss seemed to carry a flame, wherever it landed, a fire would be ignited.It didn't take long for her to find that she was hot all over, as if she was about to burn.

The fire scorched her, and she felt like she was going to melt.

While kissing her, he began to take off her clothes.

He easily peeled off her pearl white mid-length trench coat, and threw it on the hanger by the door.He not only took off hers, but also his own.

His own casual coat was thrown by him on the banister leading to the second floor, and his shirt, her skirt, his trousers, her shirt, and their respective upper and lower underwear, one piece Pieces were thrown on the carpet leading to the master bedroom...

Standing on the soft carpet with bare feet, Lan Xinhui felt as if she was stepping on soft and erratic clouds, that floating feeling, as if in a dream.

When he hugged her and collapsed on the big soft bed, she seemed to have returned to the night when she was drugged.

She closed her eyes, as if she saw gorgeous and soft petals falling down one after another, she and him, standing and dancing in the rain of falling flowers.

Originally, Lan Xinhui didn't know whether the events of that night were dreams, fantasy or reality. It wasn't until this moment, when everything happened again so real, that she realized that everything that was as beautiful as a dream that night was real.