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

On a silent night, the lonely man and the widow lived together in the home that once hosted the sweet life of their newlywed honeymoon, and they still kissed each other in such an ambiguous gesture.

The moment they kissed each other, the two stared at each other with wide eyes, and were stunned.

The images of sex on the sofa before suddenly flooded into Wang Zichen's mind, and those images ignited the blood in his body.

Those boiling blood rushed to his brain, occupying his brain and drowning his rationality.

She exhaled like blue and blew between his nostrils, a little itchy, but also a charming smell invaded from the nasal cavity.

She closed her eyes first, and her small mouth squirmed slightly, as if she wanted to retreat, but it was more like teasing him.

He has never experienced that kind of ecstasy and bone-piercing joy before, he can always control himself very well, and feels that there is nothing wrong with being alone.

However, after experiencing the joy of wanton indulgence, he deeply experienced the feeling of being alone and sleepless, and the abstinence during this period made him feel extremely difficult.

Every time he dreams back at midnight, he will unconsciously think of her ****-like body, delicate and smooth skin, her sweet and alluring lips...

And at this moment, her **** body is in his arms, her delicate and smooth skin is under her palm, and her sweet and alluring lips are rubbing against his lips. between.

When all these dreams are really presented in front of him, how easy is it for him to refuse? !

The boiling blood completely captured Wang Zichen's last shred of reason, and the trapped beast in his body that was already ready to move was released.

He grabbed her lips, kissed her deeply, pried open her white teeth, entangled her nipples, teasing and playing... His big hands also had their own consciousness, and moved around on their own initiative. cruising...

There is a familiar sound of music that seems to come from a distant place, becoming more and more clear.The music gradually pulled the nearly drowned reason out of the encirclement of desire.

Wang Zichen stopped, panting heavily, took out his phone, and glanced at An Ji's name on the phone screen.He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing a little, and then picked up the phone: "Hi", a low and hoarse word, with a strong meaning of emotion... He cleared his throat.

"Prince," An Ji asked on the phone, "Where are you now?"

"In..." Wang Zichen stopped in time, he couldn't honestly say that he was hugging and making out with Lan Xinhui in Green City Xinyuan, could he?He turned to ask, "What's the matter?"

An Ji said: "You said that we drank together tonight. We are at your house now, but we don't see you at home, so I asked where you are."

Hearing what he said, Wang Zichen remembered that because of the divorce, he was upset, so he invited An Ji and Ou Zijie to his house for a drink tonight.

After seeing Lan Xinhui, things happened one after another, she suddenly fainted again, took her to drink medicine and came back here, he didn't know why and kissed her...with An Ji and the others The agreement to drink together was forgotten.

Wang Zichen pushed Lan Xinhui and pushed her away. He sat up by himself and said to the phone: "I'll be right back."

On the way back to the villa in the suburbs, Wang Zichen drank a whole bottle of cold mineral water to get his thoughts out of the scene where he almost shot a gun.

He began to think rationally: He obviously went to Lan Xinhui to discuss the divorce, why did the situation turn out like that in the end?

Looking back now, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a trap again: Lan Xinhui used her foot injury as a trick to make him feel guilty, so she promised her to divorce after half a year, and she even used her foot injury to pretend to be pitiful, Let him send her back, and then seduce him, so that they almost lost their guns...