After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

The young master's eyes trembled uncontrollably, and he looked into Wen Ling's eyes with half-shock and half-frightened, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, and he didn't seem to know how to answer the question.

Wen Ling smiled, and kissed him at the corner of his eyes: "This day is up to now, do you know how long I have endured it?"

He still remembered that under normal circumstances, the two of them should have finished everything on the sofa. At this time, they hugged each other and slept soundly, welcoming the next day with a full spirit. Of course, they would not clean up Chi Lan in such a way.

Fang Chuli's palm against his back was sweating, his Adam's apple slipped, and his voice became hoarse: "I know, but..."

In this kind of place, Fang Chuli still has burdens. It's okay for a group of young masters to come and have fun, and he always feels insincere to bring Wen Ling to find a place here.

Young Master Fang straightened his body suddenly, his dark eyes became serious: "Go home, I want to be on the bed at home."

Wen Ling kissed him even harder, looking at his red lips that could not be concealed under the blue light: "Okay, but I'm drunk, you drive."

Fang Chuli once again let Assistant Wen experience the edge of speeding.

The night was very quiet, and the high-end community was even more deserted. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Wen Ling looked at Fang Chuli, and found that the young master was also turning to look at him.

With white teeth and bright eyes, the two of them entangled directly from the elevator to the door.

The door was opened in a hurry, and the password door beeped several times.

Wen Ling tugged at him and laughed: "Fortunately, there is one household per ladder. If there is some kind of neighbor with a strong sense of justice, I will call the police immediately. A robber is coming."

To say that thieves are light.

With a dull voice and heavy breathing, Fang Chuli pushed him into the room: "It's not like the robber is at the door."

After entering the door, Wen Ling's leather jacket was thrown on the ground.

"Usually I don't think Martell is intoxicating." Wen Ling pressed the man against the wine cabinet, not in a hurry to change his clothes, and unbuttoned them one by one with his mouth in his mouth. "Now it's a bit over the top."

He had only drank half a glass, and Fang Chuli saw stars in his eyes, and also felt the hot aggression.

Don't take a single bite of Wenling, the mellow wine smell is like fire, burning Fang Chu's hair to crisp.

He was slightly startled, looking at Wen Ling's head that was gradually moving down.

It's not that the wine is on the top, it's that the lover who is about to fall in love can't put out the fire.

"Wenling..." Fang Chuli and Xiaoyuefu's muscles contracted suddenly, her voice trembling, "You look so sexy now."

He has never seen Wen Ling like this before. In front of everyone, Wen Ling is always closed and warm. Even after the two of them are together, they are as considerate and gentle as possible. His movements and demeanor were full of determination and ruthlessness.

I can't resist unconsciously, I feel oppressed and forced, but I don't have the idea of ​​resisting.

There was no light in the room, and the only light was the moonlight breaking through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Fang Chuli suddenly felt that the moonlight was shattered in front of his eyes, and it was blurry. He only knew that the wine cabinet was cool when it touched his skin. Wrapped up in warmth.

Black hair brushed him, and he couldn't help but reach through the black bushes.

He couldn't stretch, and his brain started to feel dazed, as if he was trapped in a warm and humid cloud, and his thinking was disconnected.

When the electric shock was transmitted to the cerebral cortex, every inch of muscle seemed to be out of order, as if they were jumping excitedly, even if Wen Ling hugged him tightly, he couldn't stop shaking.

Wen Ling didn't show tenderness at all tonight, it was more like the night when the two of them were hungover.

The only difference is that young master Fang was also drunk that night, fearless, but today he developed "fear".

It doesn't hurt very much, but there is a tearing feeling, and the direct touch is good. The breath on Wen Ling's body tonight is really too strong.

It was fierce, and there was something even more fierce. The wine cabinet made a "dong dong dong" sound, very loud, and even heard the sound of wine bottles in the cabinet.

He was really afraid that a cabinet wasn't closed tightly, and if a bottle of wine fell and knocked them out of the way, he grabbed Wen Ling's shoulder: "Don't stay here, the door of the wine cabinet, it's not closed tightly, yes."

Wen Ling's eyes were a little red, it looked like Gu Qianwang was about to break through the restraint, he directly grabbed his arm, passed under the armpit, and hugged him directly.

When Fang Chuli couldn't touch the ground, he was startled, and hugged his neck tightly. The huge impact made him scream, and he subconsciously bit Wen Ling's shoulder.

Wen Ling's arms trembled several times, his expression became indescribable, he frowned impatiently and leaned against the wall to adjust his posture.

"Ah!" Fang Chuli seemed to be familiar with her whole body, her skin turned red quickly, she breathed out tightly, and even trembled crazily to break free.

Wenling Haoxuan didn't hold the person down, and his voice was a little unsteady: "Master, don't move around, hiss, you're going to 'strangle' me to death from above and below."

His neck loosened a bit, and he took a breath of the scent mixed with Fang Chuli's body. Looking up, he saw the tears in Young Master Fang's eyes, like water seeping from the ground, quickly gathered into a stream, and then rushed out of his eyes continuously.

"I'm not like this! I'm not like this!" Fang Chuli panted and shook his head, very excited and out of control, "Wenling, put me down! Put me down quickly, I can't stand this!"

A little bit of tears fell on Wenling Yuexiong's mouth, it was hot and then quickly cooled, he felt a little pain in his heart.

Fang Chuli's eyes dimmed.

Wen Ling couldn't bear it, but Fang Chuli couldn't stand it when there was a movement, and he also felt uncomfortable, so he suddenly froze like this.

Both of them in the room were breathing heavily.

"I found you," Fang Chuli choked up, "Are you human?"

Wen Ling didn't talk back, trying to restrain himself, reached out to rub his head, turned his head to kiss his ear.

"I want to come down!" The tears in the young master's eyes could not be controlled at all.

Wen Ling became ill-intentioned and refused to let him go. Instead, he began to adjust his posture slightly. Fang Chuli's tearful eyes were even more whirling: "Wen Ling, ah, you! You are really a beast!"

There is one thing to say, such pear blossoms scolding people like tears, it really has no momentum.

"Young master, you scold me so much, do you think I can let you go?" He raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed, "Please, please, I won't let you go."

Fang Chuli didn't hesitate at all: "Please, Wenling, I beg you, I really can't do it, I really can't stand it..."

The voice was so soft that Wen Ling opened his mouth in astonishment, and saw Fang Chuli sniffing his nose again, his expression was even more aggrieved: "Wen Ling, I know you are the best... You, ah! Wen Ling, what are you doing!!!"

Wen Ling quickly turned around, leaned him against the wall, and smiled deeper: "You think I'll let you go if you beg me? You're so innocent, young master!"

Fang Chuli's eyes widened bit by bit. He was destined not to touch the ground tonight, and he was also destined to shed tears and sweat thoroughly.