The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

The woman half-knelt, leaning on the man's thick shoulders. She was originally thin, and she looked even smaller against the man.

Pei Jingping was just angry with her, angry that she couldn't take care of herself and didn't tell him anything, but now he was stunned by Sang Ran's words.

She doesn't want a divorce anymore?

He grabbed Sang Ran's arms that were tightly wrapped around him, and forced her to loosen her arms slightly. He turned around and looked back at her, as if carefully distinguishing the truthfulness of her words.

Sang Ran looked up at Pei Jingping, her eyelashes trembling as she blinked.

She tilted her head, a sweet smile on her lips: "Okay?"

Sang Ran didn't know what kind of shock the expression on her face when she said this had on Pei Jingping, and his heart skipped a beat.

In the dim room, the two looked at each other silently. Pei Jingping's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes wandered across Sang Ran's face, finally landing on her crystal clear lips.

"Are you sure?" He confirmed again with an unstable breath.

Sang Ran found it a little funny, this man looked as if she had promised something bad would happen and he regretted it.

She nodded: "Really..."

"Then you should be prepared to live with me for the rest of your life."

After Pei Jingping finished speaking, he knelt down beside Sang Ran and pinched her cheek with one hand, forcing her lips to pout uncontrollably.

His eyes were extremely aggressive, the desire in them spread undisguisedly, and the temperature in the room rose instantly.

Their lips touched, and the woman was completely defenseless and was wrapped, occupied, tasted and invaded by his lips.

Sang Ran's body shook uncontrollably, and then she felt a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body. Her body went limp, and she placed her hands lightly on his hard chest, tilting her head back to endure the man's passionate kiss.

His kiss was overbearing and powerful, as if he wanted to rub her into his body and carve it into her bones.

With a punitive nature.

She didn't even have time to close her eyes. She looked at the face so close in front of her, her heart beating violently, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Sang Ran inexplicably felt that this kiss was different from all the previous ones.

The sweet and rich saliva groped on the entangled tip of the tongue, as crazy and fierce as a storm.

With the help of the light outside the door, she saw a tear slowly sliding down from the corner of his eye.

The heart aches uncontrollably.

Sang Ran's tongue dodged his hold and forcefully separated the two of them. She put her hands on the back of the man's head, forcing him to lower his head further.

Her soft, moist lips moved closer as she tilted her head back, and fell on the corner of his eye like a dragonfly touching the water, stopping the tear from falling.

She was kissing his tears.

Sang Ran didn't know that her action was like lighting a match, which completely ignited the fire in the man's heart. The flames rose sharply, igniting all the man's desires.

He slowly opened his eyes, his breathing became heavier, his eye circles were scarlet, and his lips were pursed. Just this glance gave Sang Ran a hot and ominous premonition.

She reacted, but it was too late.

The next second, the man picked her up, his strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, and his body fit tightly against hers.

Sang Ran could feel something strange about his body, his presence was too strong.

Between the two of them.

She subconsciously wanted to step back, but the man's hands became stronger, as if he wanted to merge her with himself.

"Sang Ran, are you kidding me?" Pei Jingping said in a low voice with a playful look in his eyes.

Sang Ran only felt scared now and quickly shook his head.

The man's breath hit her face: "Then why do you have different ideas every now and then? It's you who decides whether to divorce or not."

"I didn't, it's just..."

"Make it up to me."

He blocked her words directly between their lips.

Sang Ran was half-kneeling while he was standing beside the bed. Their bodies were inseparable, their breathing was entangled, and the temperature in the room rose to its peak.

His lips slid down, sucking deftly, gently holding her delicate skin, and circling inside her mouth with the tip of his tongue.

As if teasing her.

Sang Ran was tortured by his breathing and movements. She felt numbness and itching, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained.

He licked all the way to her collarbone, biting and tearing her flesh gently as if out of mischief.

Sang Ran bit her lower lip tightly, clearly trying to resist, but her head involuntarily tilted upward.

The senses were brought to the extreme, the heat of his lips burning every inch of her skin.

"Don't... Pei Jingping..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt a slight pain in his neck, followed by a strange pleasure.

He sucked on the tender flesh on her neck with great purpose, and his force became stronger.

Sang Ran instantly realized what he was doing and quickly begged for mercy: "Don't, don't suck it, someone will see us."

The man raised his head, his eyes were filled with moisture, and the hair on his forehead was a little messy due to his previous actions, which made him extremely attractive in such an atmosphere.

An evil smile appeared on his lips: "Call me husband."

When Sang Ran heard his words, her ears turned red quickly, and her cheeks also flushed. She bit her lower lip in embarrassment.

The meaning was already very clear, she really couldn't say it out loud.

Pei Jingping chuckled.

The woman had no idea how seductive her expression was.

But she will eventually have to take responsibility for her actions.

He looked down at the marks he left on the woman's body. The red and purple spots on her smooth and flawless skin were particularly eye-catching.

Pei Jingping suddenly had an evil idea. He wanted to leave his own marks on every part of her body.

He put his arm around the woman's waist and pulled her up from the bed with one force. He then sat on the edge of the bed with the woman straddling his lap.

He pressed the back of her head and kissed her, his fingers sliding down, slowly sliding to her back, and gently resting on top of her buttocks.

Like a nimble snake, it crawled in from the hem of the clothes.

Unlike the warmth of his lips, his fingertips were slightly cool, and Sang Ran shuddered when they just touched her body.

Sang Ran's lips were blocked by him, and she could only make some slight moans when she wanted to protest, which were soft and charming.

A large hand groped for the place where the underwear was connected, figuring it out clumsily and anxiously.

Sang Ran tried to push him, but couldn't move him away. He didn't give Sang Ran any chance to escape.

Finally, the feeling of restraint suddenly disappeared, the clothes covering her body hung loosely, and the man's big hand pressed against her lower back without any separation.

Sang Ran finally felt scared. Like a helpless lamb, she automatically threw herself into the arms of the wolf king.

She bit the man's lips hard, forcing him to stop.

Pei Jingping slowly opened his eyes and looked at her leisurely.

Sang Ran pursed her lips and squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "Husband..."

Pei Jingping raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?"

"Husband." Sang Ran raised her voice a little.

"Didn't hear that clearly."

"husband."

The man was flirting with her verbally, but his hand went around to her front and, when she was not prepared, he gripped her sensitive soft flesh.