Addiction to flash marriage: Mr. Li, don’t be too flirtatious!

Wen Ning opened the curtain and looked in. The interior was luxurious, including a secluded waterside pavilion. He actually booked the venue. He was really rich.

The man looked at her little face and tried to hold her several times, but she refused to let him go and walked in front awkwardly with her little hands shrinking.

Li Beichen made a low hook. The tall, mature man approached her seductively and asked in a low voice, "How have you considered what I said in the room?"

Try it? Wen Ning bit his lip, "I don't understand what you mean?"

He turned around and held her shoulders, and said forcefully and seriously, "I said, let's have a real relationship. Can we try to see if a one-year fake marriage can turn into a real marriage?"

Wen Ning's heart suddenly felt like something exploded.

She was sluggish, and her silly look was a bit cute. Li Beichen knew that she had been in a relationship, but she seemed to be really clueless when it came to love affairs. She was as pure as a piece of paper and could not withstand a man's picky words. She often looked red and watery, which made people feel itchy.

He scratched her pink neck again, her throat was slightly dry, and urged, "Well? Do you agree or not?"

But the little woman pushed his hand away in panic. She was already very confused when he broke the window paper in the suite just now.

Now he actually said that he wants to date? Oh my gosh, what a mess.

Wen Ning walked quickly to the hot spring pool, his heart beating very fast. Then he saw a dining table set on a stone platform, with exquisite dinners and pastries scattered in perfect order. Did he reserve the place and arrange it for a romantic hot spring dinner? Could he be going on a date...

Wen Ning shook her head in annoyance, what was she thinking!

Seeing her staring at the cake, the man thought she was greedy, so he reluctantly picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth, "Eat! Give me the answer after you finish eating."

"..." Does she look like a pig in his eyes?

Wen Ning stared at him speechlessly.

Answer: She blushed and said angrily, "Are there any people who force people to date like you?"

After all, it was he who proposed the 'trial marriage', so Li Beichen held back, "How about we take a bath first?"

He pointed, "Your swimsuit is over there."

Wen Ning lowered his head and saw a set of men's and women's bathrobes on the floor.

She turned to look for the dressing room.

But Leng Buding had already taken off his shirt in front of her, revealing his attractive chest with clear texture, which was very muscular.

"Ah! What are you doing? L?"

"Change your clothes and soak, are you naked?"

"...I, I mean where is your bath? Go to your bath."

"Young mistress, do you want to be so affectionate and polite to me? I am your husband."

"fake!"

The man knitted his deep sword-shaped eyebrows and walked over with long legs, "I just said that we wanted to date, and you said it 'fakely' again?"

Wen Ning pouted, "I didn't promise you~"

The man didn't leave, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. "Then I'll wait for you to agree, and think about it quickly, or I'll—"

He loosened his belt gracefully, and his straight trousers fell to the floor.

"Ah——" Wen Ning screamed again, "Hurry up and put on your swimming trunks! Why are you such a rogue?"

Tsk, a low laugh.

The little woman blushed from the torture and covered her eyes in shame. At that glance, she saw the strong legs, incredibly straight, narrow waist, strong and strong, this man's waist, the deadly knife, sexy It makes people spurt blood.

"Are you okay?" She was annoyed.

"Open your eyes!" Li Beichen took her little hand away wickedly, and the man walked into the soup pool. He was too tall.

Wen Ning sat down tremblingly. She didn't even want to change her clothes while he was there.

The man walked back to the shore, holding a cigarette in his thin lips but not lighting it. He looked like a yuppie and reached out to hold her white ankle.

Taking off his thin socks, the little woman's cute pink toes were exposed. His eyes were dark and he took a heavy breath.

But he soaked her little feet in the warm water and said in a low voice, "Pregnant women can soak their feet."

Wen Ning looked at the ankle held by him. His hand was so big, and the palm of his hand was too hot. He acted so calmly and calmly, showing full masculinity, but her face was so red that she was about to smoke. They had never done this before. Having been so intimate, "You, please let go..."

"Why, uncomfortable?"

This statement is very ambiguous, okay?

Wen Ning glanced at him secretly. His mind was too hot to think, and he didn't dare to raise his head to look at his handsome face. "I'll answer your question. Don't torture me like this."

The man curled his lips and looked particularly evil while holding a cigarette, "It would be better to admit defeat as soon as possible."

He let go, a little reluctantly, and pinched her pink toes, his throat rolling.

Wen Ning shrank his feet, pursed his lips and asked, "Then answer me first. Are you serious about giving me a try?"

Someone stretched out his arms and his muscles were obviously bulging. He came closer and blew his breath on her face, "Young lady, do you know how much I charge per second?"

"I used to make tens of thousands per second." Wen Ning showed off the arrogance of a socialite.

He sneered, turned her face, his eyes became deep and dark, and said in a low voice, "I don't have time to play with little girls. I need a real wife, not a roommate who won't even let me in. You are my The biological mother of the child, you are the most suitable mother for it. I don’t want to find a stepmother for it. If possible, we get along very happily and develop some feelings. This will be a complete family. I don’t want to waste my energy on finding a second stepmother. spring."

Wen Ning looked at his serious and lazy expression and burst into laughter.

What second spring?

Is she his first love?

The man seemed to be able to read minds, his dark eyes piercing through everything, and he smiled lowly close to her earlobe, "You are indeed. I said in the hotel that day that you are my first one, and I am only interested in you at the moment. My words are yours." Remember, don’t be suspicious at every turn, eh, little she-cat?”

At some point, his big palm came to her belly.

Wen Ning felt hot through the sweater, and the temperature was extremely ambiguous for a moment.

He lowered his head, narrowed his eyes deeply, and wanted to kiss her, but Wen Ning ducked back.

Seeing her snow-white neck, he breathed more heavily. The hot spring pool made the man's heart flutter.

Wen Ning raised his eyebrows and said, "What a little bitch, you don't respect me at all. If I agree to a relationship with you, you can't kiss me casually like this. You have to respect me. Husband and wife are equal in marriage."

"Okay." He frowned and relaxed a little uncomfortably, darkly.

Wen Ning was about to be eaten by his eyes, blushing and holding a grudge, "You ate Miss Li's lychees today, you are dirty."

The man's chest was filled with joy, and his dark eyes captured her, "You are still jealous, are you jealous? I told you Xiang Wan's identity, and besides, I didn't even touch the lychee. Are you satisfied?"

Wen Ning pouted, "Then she said you bit her finger?"

Li Beichen rubbed his eyebrows, "Do you believe this? Do you know how many women want to feed me? If I came one after another, I would be exhausted."

Wen Ning couldn't help but laugh when he said, "Glib tongue."

The man grabbed her slender chin and said in a deep and lustful tone, "I don't like other women to get close to me! You are an exception. As for why, I don't know."

"..." Wen Ning's face turned red under the moonlight. Sounds real?