Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Her lips were sweet and smelled of cola.

The lips are soft, soft, and fragrant.

He traced along her lips and slowly entered her mouth.

A sweeter, cool cola taste in her mouth.

He closed his eyes and ate gently.

Mu Qianqian felt that kissing like this was quite comfortable.

Her little tongue also entered his mouth, imitating his appearance and sweeping his tongue little by little.

Fu Yuhuang felt her initiative, and her breath became heavier.

There was also a strong reaction in the deepest part of the body.

He held her hand and pressed it on his abdomen, the uncontrollable riot, not only did not decrease, but grew stronger.

Mu Qianqian recalled what happened last night, frowned and stared at him.

He seemed to want that or something, just like yesterday.

Will she help him or not?

Look, look, she's almost cross-eyed, dazzled.

She stepped back.

He slowly put down the chair on her side.

She lay down.

It turns out that the co-pilot's position can still lie down, she didn't know it before.

He turned over, put his hands on the side of her head, and looked at her condescendingly, his eyes burning like a hunter.

Focused, hot, captivating.

He stared at her lips, the desire growing stronger.

But now in the car, it was her first time, and he didn't want to scare her yet.

Mu Qianqian was cramped by him, and her mouth was dry.

He said it, he said it, and she did it for him.

He didn't say, how did she know if he really wanted her to do it?

She remembered that she still had Coke in her hand, picked it up, and took two sips.

A pair of smart eyes stared at him like a precaution.

Fu Yuhuang: "..."

Is he so unattractive in her eyes?

He wants her, but she only thinks about drinking Coke!

"Dong dong dong." The sound of knocking on the window sounded.

Fu Yuhuang swept out the window.

A traffic policeman was holding the book and looked inside ignorantly...

He returned to the driver's seat, lowered the window with a gloomy face, and swept his sharp eyes.

Seeing Mu Qianqian lying on the co-pilot, the traffic police made up some colored things in his brain, and said horizontally: "What are you doing parked on the road, is this a parking lane? Can you park anywhere? Take out your driver's license and take a look? "

Fu Yuhuang narrowed his eyes, his face gloomy, "Which traffic police squadron do you belong to?"

The traffic police was stunned for a moment, and when they met Fu Yuhuang's sharp cold eyes, he was shocked by Fu Yuhuang's aura.

He glanced at the license plate with a guilty conscience. The tens of millions of Bugatti Veyron might have really met his leader.

"Well, I'm just here to see if I can help, is your car broken?" the traffic policeman put on a smile and asked in a good voice.

"Go away." Fu Yuhuang said sharply, tightened his chin, started the car, and left.

Mu Qianqian secretly looked at Fu Yuhuang.

Why is his temper bad again, is he having periodic nervous attacks?

She didn't dare to make a sound anymore, holding the Coke bottle and looking ahead.

The more I think about it, the more uneasy.

"You buy me clothes, don't you want me to pay?" Mu Qianqian cautiously probed.

"Yeah." Fu Yuhuang responded in a deep voice, Ling Rui looked in front of him, not looking at her.

He was afraid to look at it, and he was impulsive again.

Mu Qianqian raised the corner of her mouth.

Fu Yuhuang buys random things when he is angry, which is not bad.

He will be more angry in the future, wow ha ha ha.

Fu Yuhuang was silent for a while, and then asked, "I'm going to the United States for a business trip tomorrow, do you want to go with me?"