Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian was startled.

His fierce breath approached, giving her no room to hide.

Lips pressed against hers.

Mu Qianqian's heart beat thump, thump, fast.

He pried open her lips, and the red tongue entered forcefully.

He fiddled with her tongue flexibly, sucked her in, spit it out, and wrapped it tightly.

Sticky and soft, gnawing at every inch of her, not too deep.

She thought he was angry.

But angry why kiss her.

Is it because she looks beautifully dressed, so you like her?

Fu Yuhuang's kissing skills are getting better and better.

She was kissed all over her body, and her little nose was covered in dense sweat.

I can't even think about it in my head.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, supported her in his arms, and lowered his body.

She could only lie down on the sofa.

He knelt down beside her and continued to kiss.

The other big palm ran up her smooth legs to her slender waist.

Mu Qianqian trembled.

Too numb.

He unbuttoned her trousers and went down her belly.

"Hmm." Mu Qian said softly, opening Mizuze's hazy eyes and looking at him inexplicably.

Does he want her to be comfortable?

Why does Fu Yuhuang buy her something or kiss her every time he gets angry? Is it good to be angry?

Mu Qianqian took a deep breath as he took a breath.

He goes in.

She was breathing halfway through, feeling too intense.

Excited, she bit his red lips.

Fu Yuhuang groaned, frowned, and bit her lip back.

Her lips were unusually soft and sweet with yogurt.

He spun around, without biting her, and moved to the socket of her neck.

It soothed her skin inch by inch.

The red tongue went up, covering her earlobe.

The whirring breath fell on her red earrings

Mu Qianqian felt more and more comfortable, wrapped her arms around his waist, half-squinted her eyes, fascinated and moving.

"Are you comfortable?" Fu Yuhuang asked wickedly, but there was no love in his eyes.

"En." Mu Qianqian said obediently.

His breath became heavier, "Want?"

He did it so well that she couldn't even think about it, "Well..."

A crack appeared in Fu Yuhuang's charming eyes, his face tightened, and he said angrily, "So you want a man to want you when you dress like this?"

"What?" Mu Qianqian didn't understand.

He let go.

She fell on the sofa, sat up, and looked stunned.

Fu Yuhuang took a wet wipe and stuck it in his hand, staring at her coldly, as if looking at something unclean, and frowned in disgust.

Mu Qianqian understood a little, grabbed the pillow and threw it on top of him. "Why are you so bad?"

"I'm bad or you're bad, see what you're wearing? If it's not me who's messing with you now, do you want other men to do it too! Or do you like to let other men watch your body?!!!! " Fu Yuhuang's chest heaved violently, he took off his suit and threw it on her.

Mu Qianqian never thought of asking another man to do it.

It was he who was going to kiss her.

It was he who didn't let her back down.

Mu Qianqian's eyes were red, completely on fire.

"Others also wear it like this. It's work clothes. It's not as dirty as you think." Mu Qianqian threw the clothes back, grabbed the door and left.

The boss came in and didn't see Mu Qianqian's face clearly.

He respectfully handed the purchase contract to Fu Yuhuang, "The Lamborghini contract has been drawn up, and your girlfriend's driver's license needs to be given."

Fu Yuhuang glared at him and sneered, "You are waiting to close down."

He picked up his suit coldly and chased outside...