Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

Di Yuan Jueduan carried Long Qingcheng into the bedroom. It was more than ten steps from the living room to the bedroom, but it seemed to take a long time. The man held the soft thing in his palm and squeezed it, "Lie down."

Long Qingcheng blushed slightly and hugged the man's neck, "What are you doing?"

"Close the curtains." The girl said with a thin face. She had just coaxed someone to close the curtains in the living room. The dark night can be beautiful and can hide a lot.

Long Qingcheng seemed to be obedient and buried her face in the man's neck. Her warm breath fell on the man's neck. Di Yuanjue felt that the person in his arms today was trying to kill him.

He kicked the door open and closed the curtains.

The room was dark and the door was closed. Di Yuanjue pressed Long Qingcheng behind the door and kissed her. They kissed for the first time, but Di Yuanjue was so crazy that he seemed to want to take away all the oxygen from Long Qingcheng. He would not let her go until she could no longer breathe.

Long Qingcheng's legs were weak and she couldn't withstand the man's ferocity. She stroked the back of the man's neck and begged for mercy. The two of them were slightly separated, but they were still close together. She said softly: "Are you angry anymore?"

Di Yuanjue: "How dare you be angry?"

Before the last note was finished, Di Yuanjue couldn't wait to kiss Long Qingcheng's cheek. He turned around and walked to the bedside with the person in his arms. They fell down together. He reached out and turned on the lamp, and the light beam of light spread at the head of the bed.

The weight of the two people pressed the bed into a deep and shallow dent.

Long Qingcheng lay on her back, the potion began to take effect, and her face turned as red as a ripe apple.

She covered her eyebrows with her hands.

Di Yuanjue stroked the girl's hair with his hand, one after another, and then slowly leaned down, "If you don't do it to the end, I will help you."

Long Qingcheng didn't answer, but the man's hands were already on the girl's clothes. Today she was wearing a white short T-shirt and black assault pants, simple and neat. The temperature of the clothes was scorched by the heat on her skin.

Di Yuanjue grasped the hem of his coat with both hands, "Why did you choose Beijing University?"

As if to divert attention, Long Qingcheng's eyes were dim, "Domestic traditional Chinese medicine is gradually withering away. I want to show it to the world again. I want it to be on par with Western medicine. I want people to know that Chinese traditional medicine in China is what it is today. He is still at the top of the medical field."

The corners of Di Yuanjue's lips curved up, and his smile fell, "I'm narrow-minded, Beijing University is very good." I want you to stay by my side.

Clothes slipped rustlingly, but Long Qingcheng asked: "Zhuang Yang and that man named..." What was that man's name? Oh, I remembered, "And that Zhou Huan, he called you eldest brother, right? What are you going to do with these two people?"

"Did you mention another man on my bed?" Di Yuanjue's tone was a bit domineering, but his movements were very gentle. He even lifted Long Qingcheng's ankles and took off the thin black socks.

Long Qingcheng: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

She was a little angry. After all, she knew that the man in front of her didn't want her to participate in the Xuanyuan family's affairs, but how could she be happy if he kept it from himself?

Di Yuanjue hugged her into his arms, supported her, hugged her, and gave all his body temperature to the girl, "Zhou Huan is my aunt's child, and the Xuanyuan family can't control him, but Zhuangyang was once chosen by the Xuanyuan family for me. One of my candidates for my fiancée, and now that she is having an affair with Zhou Huan, I naturally want to wish them harmony and a beautiful son."

Without the restraints of clothes, Long Qingcheng suppressed the trembling of her body. She suppressed the trembling and grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands. "One of your fiancée's choices, so Di Yuanjue, how many fiancées do you have?"

Di Yuanjue: "..." Shooting himself in the foot.

"How many?"

"I only like you!"

-

After the strength of the medicine subsided, Di Yuanjue picked Long Qingcheng up from the bed.

His clothes were messy, his suit had long since disappeared, and the buttons of his black shirt were loosened a lot, revealing more of his strong muscle texture.

He carried the person directly into the bathroom. Within half an hour, the bathroom door opened again.

Long Qingcheng nestled on the man's shoulder, half-closing her eyes as she lay dying. Her face was pale against the white bathrobe. He placed her on the soft bed. She whimpered and then opened her crimson eyelids.

Her eyes were focused, and she saw the man's low lustful and dissatisfied eyes in a trance. She turned a blind eye and said in a hoarse voice, "Tired."

Di Yuanjue hugged her from behind, "Go to sleep, I'm here."

Long Qingcheng nodded, "You are not allowed to leave."

I don't know how long it took, at eight o'clock in the night, Di Yuanjue looked at the sleeping Long Qingcheng, then quietly left the room and went to the guest room on the side.

He took off his black shirt and walked directly into the bathroom. It was really his own fault. He couldn't touch his lover on the bed. Looking at the excess of desire under him... he might as well take a cold shower.

After washing for nearly an hour, the man came out. He was only wearing a gray bath towel. His upper body was strong and powerful, and his eight-pack abs were neatly arranged. His mermaid line was sexy and distinct, and his wheat-colored skin was in perfect shape. There are crystal clear water drops flowing... This scene looks very impactful.

But no one can see it.

The mobile phone on the bed rang. Di Yuanjue threw the towel on the chair, bent down to pick up the mobile phone, and opened it.

Ying Lei's voice sounded, "Boss, Miss Zhuang wants to see you."

"Wait."

He hung up the phone, then put on the clothes that Yingfeng had prepared for him before taking a bath, and returned to the abstinent Di Yuanjue.

Wearing black clothes, he vividly reflects his figure. He fastens blue cufflinks with one hand, which is dazzling.

He opened the door and came to the room where Long Qingcheng was sleeping. He walked forward and looked at his sleeping lover, with a gentle look on his face. He lowered his head, kissed his lover's forehead, and whispered softly: "Sweet dreams."

After opening the door, Yingxue and Yingfeng, who were squatting opposite and smoking, saw the boss, immediately crushed the cigarettes in their hands, and then stood up to greet him.

Di Yuanjue's deep commanding tone: "Protect her, don't let anyone disturb her."

Yingxue replied: "Yes."

-

At this time, only Zhuang Yang, who had endured the discomfort and got dressed, was left in the room of 1615, and Zhou Huan, who was completely careless. Everyone else had already been sent away by Shadow Thunder.

The teachers also took the students away. Although Zhuangyang was a little unhappy when they took Bai Niannian away, she knew that revenge did not matter and there was no argument in the past two days.

By the time Di Yuan Jue walked in with lazy and cold steps, Zhuang Yang had already returned to the appearance of the eldest daughter of the Zhuang family, intellectual and cold, but always gentle when facing Di Yuan Jue.

"Ah Jue, this matter is an accident, you must make the decision for me."

Di Yuanjue chuckled lightly. He sat directly on the independent sofa next to him, crossed his legs, and took out a lighter from his pocket. His expression was slightly cold, and his face turned upside down as cold as ice. It was completely terrifying, and his whole body exuded... The dangerous aura penetrates people's hearts.

Those gloomy eyes were as terrifying as bloodthirsty, and he asked: "Of course I will make the decision for you. I will decide when you will get married."

Zhuang Yang stood up suddenly and almost lost his posture, "What did you say?" She couldn't believe that this Zhou Huan had no right to marry her. He was just a toad who wanted to eat swan meat.