Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

The flexible tongue pushed aside Han Qilu's lips, and the moist touch made Han Qilu straighten his back. Xiang Mankui freed a hand and grabbed Han Qilu's hand and gently placed it on his chest.

Han Qilu always likes to take the initiative, but this time it was Xiang Mankui who took the initiative, which made him somewhat unhappy. After regaining his senses, he turned from being active to passive, allowing him to inhale the sweetness of Xiang Mankui.

There is no doubt that this is a fairy who makes people unable to own themselves!

He once took Xiang Mankui's love to his bones, saying that in the world of girls, the love of first love is the best and most memorable in a lifetime. The same is true for him. The days when he was carefree and Xiang Mankui were so beautiful, but when Xiang Mankui left him, he almost collapsed!

There are too many happy days, so once lost, she will fall into the **** that will never be restored. Now, she is back, can she still find the happiness of the past?

Even if he can't, he has to give it a try, and he will give up after a try.

"Hmm..." The monotonous notes sent to Mankui's weak voice are also so intoxicating. As the saying goes, no matter how unpleasant the voices made by girls when they are joyful in human nature, they sound natural to men's ears. Because that voice is exactly what they got for their "hard work".

Xiang Man Kuiqiang is better at pretending to be weaker than Meng Xiaomen, and can figure out what kind of woman a man likes better than An Chuxia. Even if she does not have the most perfect face, this bright spot is enough for her to win.

Feeling Han Qilu's tight back gradually relaxed, she was very proud of her. It was her skill to let men indulge in her white legs.

Although grandma’s thoughts are sometimes pedantic, she would read various ancient poetry scriptures when she was a child. In her opinion, the only thing that grandma said was “cooking raw rice to mature rice is the best way to capture men. ". Even if she is not pregnant with a child, in theory, she is already Han Qilu's person!

The kiss deepened bit by bit, Han Qilu's hands were originally only to prevent Xiang Mankui from falling and he subconsciously wrapped her around her, but now, he couldn't help but increase the strength of the arms around Xiang Mankui. As the saying goes, a master kissing person can make the other party feel ecstatic with just the tongue.

Xiang Mankui is such a master!

She is not sure whether Han Qilu still likes her as before, but as long as Han Qilu stays tonight, she will definitely win!

France is a romantic city, and Paris is full of artistic atmosphere. She stayed there for a while, the piano road has not gone far, and the artistic atmosphere has not been contaminated much, but the kissing skills are advancing with each passing day.

This is due to the romantic and unrestrained nature of the French. Otherwise, how could there be a term called "French kiss"?

She was not in a hurry. She slowly and flexibly followed Han Qilu's breath towards Han Qilu's collar with her hands, and skillfully closed her eyes little by little to unlock his buttons by the touch of her fingers. She was not in a hurry, and told herself that she must not be in a hurry, she had time!

The buttons of the white shirt were finally unbuttoned, and her hands continued to wander around Han Qilu's powerful shoulders. Han Qilu's muscles are really strong, but not as horrible as the muscle man.

Xiang Mankui used his softest movement to fade Han Qilu's clothes onto his shoulders.

This lingering and long kiss finally stopped first. Under the leadership of Xiang Mankui, Han Qilu temporarily let go of her hand, letting her take off the white shirt skillfully and quickly. During this time, she did not forget to deliberately drop a light red hickey on the white shirt.

Even if this hickey cannot be seen by An Chuxia, it is good for the servants to see it.

The upper body was completely exposed to the air, and the air conditioner was turned on in the room, so he felt the slightest coolness on his skin, which made his mind instantly wake up.

What is he doing? !

This reminded him immediately that he was going to see her in Paris with others, but happened to ran into Xiang Mankui doing something like that with another French man. He couldn't remember whether Xiang Mankui found them at that time. That was his darkest memory. He had been trying hard to forget, but he could not.

But now I deliberately think of the memories, but they are already blurred in the time tunnel of memory.

Men are always unclean and self-conscious, but they have a "journey-like plot". They always hope that their women are clean and untouched by others, even Han Qilu can't avoid them.

No matter how rich and handsome his family is, he is just a man after all, a normal man. For knowing that his own woman has done such things with all kinds of people, he still feels grievances, no matter how much he loves that woman, how indifferent he says.

When Xiang Mankui saw that Han Qilu had no next move, she thought he didn't know what to do next. She didn't know the time between Han Qilu and Lila, a former model world model, and thought that Han Qilu didn't know anything about this. She walked with her hands on Han Qilu's chest very patiently, gently stimulating the two little pinks.

He only heard a few breaths from Han Qilu, and he subconsciously pushed Xiang Mankui away. But at this moment, pushing Xiang Mankui away will hurt her self-esteem? And, how does he explain? Say you think she is unclean?

This is so sad.

Xiang Mankui didn't notice what was wrong with Han Qilu, but saw her slowly down the mermaid line on the side of Han Qilu, which was about to reach the limit of Han Qilu.

At this moment, the phone's ringtone rang. After Han Qilu changed his phone, the phone's ringtone has not been set, but the ringtone that comes with the Apple phone. But he was extremely convinced that it was his cell phone thinking, and he realized that he was not interested in that aspect of Xiang Mankui at all.

Except that his head was blinded at first...

"I have a phone..." Han Qilu said aloud, only to realize that his voice had become a little hoarse, probably because he was kissing.

If the other party is someone else, Xiang Mankui will definitely either shake her hand and leave or tell the other party to leave the phone alone, but if the other party is Han Qilu, she can only make the third choice...

Xiang Mankui stepped back a bit, turned over and sat on Han Qilu's side. Han Qilu was sitting on a solo sofa, but Xiang Mankui was very thin, and the two sat down just right.

Seeing Xiang Mankui backed away, Han Qilu immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket. The caller ID displayed on it was an unsaved number, but Han Qilu had no major problems even if his number was reversed. Because this is the phone number of their lobby.

Pressing the answer button, somehow, I felt a little nervous. He didn't speak first, because he was afraid that if An Chuxia called, he would be suspicious if he heard his slightly hoarse voice. Wait, **** it, why did he unconsciously think of An Chuxia?

My girlfriend is still sitting next to me! He was trying to give himself a big eared sunflower seed!

"Qilu, why haven't you come back, you brat? Don't you see what time it is, do you want to go to class tomorrow?! Where are you now, I will call someone to pick you up right away!" Jiang Yuanyuan talked to the machine gun It seemed like, "Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" continuously, she didn't need to pant at all when she talked, but everyone who listened wanted to pant.

Han Qi hired Yu Guang to take a look at Xiang Mankui, and when she saw her staring at herself intently, she felt vacant and didn't know how to answer Jiang Yuanyuan's question.

Xu Ye couldn't hear the echo for a long time, Jiang Yuanyuan became suspicious, and shouted into the microphone: "You **** are you listening?!"

"Hmm..." Han Qilu replied in a dull voice, realizing that his voice had almost recovered automatically, he was relieved and asked, "I'll be back soon."

"If you don't see you within half an hour, don't come back. There are not many people who want to be my sons. People who are the heirs of the Han family are all over the street! You weigh and weigh yourself!" The machine gun followed again. After talking about Chase, without hearing Han Qilu's reply, he hung up the phone quickly.

The speed made Han Qilu smack.

"Qilu..." Xiang Da Kuihua, oh no, Xiang Damei looked at Han Qilu sadly, and stretched out her hand to hold Han Qilu's arm: "Don't go, OK? Stay with me."

This is the most beautiful invitation, but Han Qilu has no interest left at all. But he was very clever and didn't show it. Instead, he pretended to be embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Mankui, you know my mom, you heard the call just now. She has always done what she said."

"But she can't deny you this son, right?" Xiang Mankui frowned slightly, with an aggrieved expression. If it were someone else, she would have nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"It's hard to say." Han Qilu stretched out his hand and squeezed Mankui's face and said, "Don't wear lipstick anymore. I must be covered with lipstick now."

Hearing, Xiang Mankui looked at Han Qilu's face. Although there was no "face all" as Han Qilu said, it was almost half a catty. She secretly remembered in her heart that Han Qilu didn't like her kissing him while wearing lipstick.

But in fact, the quirk of many people she knows is that they like to kiss people with red lips.

"I'll go to the bathroom." Han Qilu said, standing up and picking up the white shirt that Xiang Mankui had just thrown directly on the ground.

Seeing Han Qilu walking towards the bathroom, she turned her gaze to a position behind Han Qilu's shoulder, where a hickey was in sight.

Although there was a faint loss in Xiang Mankui's eyes, an unfathomable arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. Since it is not possible today, next time, it will be a long time in Japan, and she will definitely be able to take him down before Han Qilu can recover his memory. She has always had confidence in herself!

Walking into the bathroom, Han Qilu stood in front of the large round mirror, with various cosmetics on the washstand. There was a dazzling array of cosmetics, but it made Han Qilu feel too dazzling.