Mr. Huo, please spoil me

There are a lot of capable people in this school celebration.

But the most capable person should be Huo Shaoting, and Ding Cheng actually wanted to beg him, by the way, to get close.

But Huo Shaoting had already taken Wen Man away.

Parking lot, inside the car.

Huo Shaoting slowly put on his seat belt, and looked sideways at Wen Man.

Wen Man leaned on the back of the chair, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist, and she looked out of the car.

Obviously, those videos touched her.

First love, where is it easy to forget?

Huo Shaoting's slender fingers touched the steering wheel lightly: "I miss you so much?"

"no!"

"It doesn't look like you're going to cry or not, huh?"

……

Wen Man couldn't speak.

Huo Shaoting's fingers tightened slightly, and then he lightly stepped on the accelerator to drive the car away.

After driving for a while, Wen Man felt something was wrong. This was not the way home or to his company. She couldn't help asking: "Where are you taking me?"

Huo Shaoting's voice was tight: "The apartment we used to live in."

Wen Man guessed what he probably wanted to do, and she was somewhat resistant: "Huo Shaoting, it's been so many years since my affair with Gu Changqing, you can't just hold back because of a video."

He didn't make a sound.

When he reached the red light at the intersection ahead, he took a cigarette from the handle, lowered his head and lit it.

"Wen Man, I'm jealous!"

Wen Man was startled slightly.

Huo Shaoting only left this sentence and focused on driving until he reached the downstairs of the apartment.

Wen Man refused to get out of the car.

Huo Shaoting unbuckled his seat belt and whispered in her ear: "Get out of the car by yourself, or should I hug you?"

Wen Man was so angry that she got out of the car and walked ahead of him.

Huo Shaoting slammed the car door and followed her slowly with a cigarette between his fingers.

After opening the door and entering the apartment, Wen Man turned her head and asked him, "Huo Shaoting, what are you..."

Before she could finish speaking, he grabbed her thin wrist and pressed her against the entrance wall.

The two bodies are tightly attached to each other.

Even if it's a couple, it's too exciting in broad daylight.

……

Wen Man was a little surprised, and looked up at him: "Huo Shaoting?"

Huo Shaoting caressed her delicate face, his voice was extremely hoarse, "I just want to ask you something!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled out his tie with one hand and bound her wrists.

Then, she was thrown onto the soft sofa.

Wen Man struggled to get up, knelt on the sofa, and cursed angrily: "Huo Shaoting, is this how you ask?"

Huo Shaoting half-kneeled in front of her, scratching lightly on her cheek.

He smiled lightly.

Afterwards, the man got up and walked to the wine cabinet, brushed it gently with his slender fingers, and finally picked out two bottles of good-year red wine. This kind of red wine is easy to get drunk but not on the head...

Very suitable for women to drink.

He took off his coat and only wore a white shirt.

The belt ties up the thin waist, and the legs are long and straight, which is actually very attractive to women.

At this time, the long-legged owner came over with a red wine bottle, half-kneeled in front of her, and poured two glasses gracefully. Wen Man thought that he was going to pour herself a drink, and bit her lip: "Huo Shaoting, I will tell you whatever you want to know." you!"

He shook the goblet lightly: "I want to hear the truth."

After speaking, he drank half a cup.

The bulging Adam's apple slid up and down seductively in front of his eyes, which was particularly masculine.

Wen Man stared straight in the eyes.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was rustling and sexy: "Huo Shaoting..."

He took advantage of the opportunity to kiss her, reached into her red lips, and fed her the mellow red wine. Wen Man was more or less unwilling, so she raised her head to resist, and the man's body kept approaching...

The red wine stained her snow-white skin.

A little bright red.

The silk shirt on her body was also stained wet, clinging to her plump body, it was very attractive to men. Huo Shaoting pressed against her lips and murmured softly: "Drink more, I'll ask you."

Wen Man couldn't stand this and cried softly.

"Huo Shaoting, don't do this."

He took the wine glass and pressed it to her lips, telling her to drink it obediently.

She refused, so he coaxed him to feed her again.

Wen Man cried and screamed...

Half an hour later, Wen Man's whole body seemed to be soaked in red wine, her snow-white skin was dyed a rose color, and her red lips were slightly swollen from too many kisses...

She was half drunk, leaning on the sofa, the restraints on her hands had already disappeared.

Huo Shaoting leaned over and kissed his wife carefully.

Wen Man's expression was a little distracted.

He nuzzled behind her ear, and took a light bite in dissatisfaction: "I'm pretty, or Gu Changqing?"

Wen Man was drunk.

She wanted to sleep, but Huo Shaoting kept refusing to let her.

She hugged his neck uncomfortably, her voice was about to cry: "You are prettier than him."

The man's kiss moved to his delicate chin, and he continued to torture her: "Where are you two?"

When he asked, he froze for a moment.

Later, he realized that this was actually what he had always wanted to ask.

Wen Man kissed him back dissatisfied, but the answer was irrelevant: "Huo Shaoting, why didn't you kiss him?"

He clasped her chin, not letting her move.

Wen Man's eyes were moist, full of emotional sinking, in fact, she hadn't expressed her desire for him like this for a long time, she was always too calm in the married life.

Huo Shaoting was sweating on his forehead, and big drops of sweat dripped down.

It's so hot that I want to scream...

He held her slender waist and asked again, Wen Man blinked slightly, and murmured: "I kissed her, nothing else!"

Huo Shaoting hugged her violently.

His face was buried on her neck, and after a long silence, he asked in a low voice: "Then...do you still like him now?"

Wen Man seemed to be sober.

She gently touched his warm neck with her slender palm, and said hoarsely, "I don't like it anymore."

Huo Shaoting started to kiss her.

He was gentle, kissing her little by little, melting her.

He picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

The red wine stained the sheets with lust|lust a little bit, and the warm vines bloomed and sank on it... Huo Shaoting hasn't tasted such a hearty taste for a long time, and he doesn't even want to stop, he just wants to live like this until he grows old.

……

The tide of emotion receded, and it was already evening.

When Wen Man woke up, there was only a faint light in the bedroom, and it was very quiet.

She lay on her pillow.

Even if she was drunk, she could still remember how Huo Shaoting loved her, and how she tried to please her...

Two bottles of red wine made her no longer cold.

Wen Man was in a complicated mood.

She couldn't tell whether today's affair was purely a physical need.

The bedroom door creaked open, letting in some light.

Huo Shaoting walked in, sat on the edge of the bed, pinched her face lightly and said softly: "Do you want to get up, Huo Xi has called several times to ask mom."

Wen Man glanced at him, and she got up with the quilt in her hand.

My head is still a little dizzy.

Huo Shaoting's body was completely comfortable, and his temper was very good. He pressed his forehead against her and said softly: "Get up first, go home and sleep again, huh?"

Wen Man bent down and picked up the silk shirt.

how to wear this

Huo Shaoting smiled lowly, went into the cloakroom to choose a set of clothes for her, and helped her put it on himself.

Wen Man is not without anger.

But they are husband and wife after all, if they are unhappy about things in bed, it will only make others laugh, and she is also comfortable...

She combed her long brown hair, and warned softly: "Don't drink me again in the future."

Huo Shaoting rested his chin on her shoulder and hummed lightly.

Today was a pleasant surprise.

Usually, how could he be willing to...