Poor girl, she is pregnant with a rich old man's cub

The moment Qin Jue and Lin Yang stepped into the room, the door was closed by a man.

Lin Yang was pinned between the door and his chest.

Although Qin Jue's movements were gentle, there was an emotion that was difficult to conceal.

Behind him is a heavy and soundproof door panel, and in front of him is Qin Jue's generous and warm chest.

Lin Yang felt that she could feel the sound of a man's heart beating.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Qin Jue lightly rubbed the girl's cheek with his straight nose, and inhaled deeply the scent of roses on the girl's body.

It's the little rose he grew.

Like an addiction.

Lin Yang's cheeks were stained with pink.

"What are you doing, it's time for us to change clothes."

Lin Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she put her hand on the man's shoulder, beating lightly, wanting to go down.

"En." The man's cheek was still buried in her neck, and his voice was muffled, and he said something without beginning or end.

Qin Jue clasped her waist, and put his shoulders on the door to stabilize his figure.

"What?" Lin Yang didn't hear clearly just now.

The door panel was too hard, and Lin Yang's back felt a little uncomfortable. Lin Yang curled his lips and hugged Qin Jue's neck, wanting to stay away coquettishly.

Seeing her little expression, Qin Jue let out a muffled laugh, his eyes dimmed.

Reluctant to let her lean against the door any longer, Qin Jue hugged her tightly in his arms and went into the bedroom.

His sudden movement scared Lin Yang into hugging him uncontrollably.

The beautiful nails specially made for the wedding drew a faint mark on the back of Qin Jue's neck.

The slight pain stimulated Qin Jue's nerves.

He chuckled, although his voice was gentle, but there was a bit of danger in it.

"Yangyang looks so beautiful in her wedding dress."

Qin Jue pinched the girl's chin, and the two of them almost touched their foreheads.

The chest rises and falls with the breath, and each breath is intertwined.

The faint breath of absinthe on Qin Jue's body diffused between the two of them along with the divergence of hormones.

Smelling the familiar scent of perfume, Lin Yang subconsciously sniffed it.

Qin Jue's eyes darkened a little.

He spoke close to Lin Yang's red ear, he was smiling, and his tone was very light.

But there is a strong, inextricable feeling in the eyes: "I said, every minute and every second..."

The temperature flowed down Lin Yang's ears and landed on the corner of the girl's lips.

Qin Jue bowed his head and kissed, tasting the sweetness.

The lipstick had already been spent, and the side of Qin Jue's lips was also dyed brightly.

It seemed to be revenge for what Lin Yang said in the car.

I don't know how long it took.

I have been waiting for the little bits of heat to climb up my ears again.

Only then did Lin Yang hear him say with a smile, "Peach."

The lack of oxygen and the deep and sexy voice coming from his ears made Lin Yang's head unstoppably confused.

Hearing Qin Jue's words, it took her a while to feel that she also tasted the smell of peaches, which turned out to be the smell of lip gloss.

At the distance from the door to the bed, Lin Yang grabbed Qin Jue's collar a little dizzily, and pressed his cheek against the man's neck.

. . . ,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Until she was gently placed on Dahong's wedding bed by the man, Lin Yang glanced at the man in front of him in a daze.

Responding, a shock.

No!

There will be a dinner later, and she has to attend.

You can't... attend indiscriminately.

Taking advantage of Qin Jue taking off his coat (to change clothes to attend the dinner party.)

Lin Yang was soft-handed, dragging a cumbersome and heavy wedding dress, trying to hide in a corner.

In the next second, a hand grabbed Lin Yang's ankle, and easily dragged Lin Yang's body back.

Lin Yang:? ? ?

The suit jacket that Zhou Qianqian worked on for several days was thrown on the carpet.

The muscular lines of the man's chest under his shirt looked beautiful and powerful.

And it turns out that's true.

He dragged Lin Yang back and faced his own movements with ease.

He bent down, put his arms on Lin Yang's side, and his vigorous back muscles bulged slightly.

Like a wild beast in the hunt.

But the prey's attempt to escape did not make the man unhappy, but instead gave birth to a heavier pleasure.

The shape of Lin Yang's hair has been loosened, and a small ball head hangs danglingly on the back of Lin Yang's head.

He smiled, poked his fingertips into the little ball, and his waterfall-like hair fell down on the girl's shoulders.

The slender fingertips slid down from the back of the girl's head, little by little, along the spine of the back of the neck.

The fingertips moved slightly, pressing on the bones of the spine.

The man admired this scene almost obsessively.

She spoke with a chilling hoarseness in her voice: "Where do you want to go, baby?"

The deep voice was like a feather, piercing straight into the bottom of the girl's heart, and the itching was palpitating.

Lin Yang's cheeks flushed red, she wanted to resist the strong beating from her heart to calm herself down.

She vaguely answered the man's question just now.

"Go and change clothes."

"And the dinner..."

She hugged Qin Jue's arm, acting like a spoiled child, with an aggrieved expression on her face.

. . . . . . . .

It looked really pitiful.

Qin Jue's heart was so soft that he couldn't hide the love and smile in his eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed Lin Yang's eyes, with a helpless and doting voice: "Baby, I really lost to you."

This time is not enough for him to do anything.

He just kissed the girl. [! ! ! 】

It was just because of Lin Yang's obedient and docile attitude just now that Qin Jue's bad temper broke out, and he couldn't help but want to deliberately bully her.

Lin Yang looked at him in a daze. He was wearing a holy wedding dress, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

Qin Jue took a deep breath and bit the tip of his tongue.

He leaned over, with a smile in his voice, and whispered in the girl's ear, "Okay—"

"Listen to you, huh?"

……

When changing clothes, Lin Yang's cheeks sank into the pillow.

The air seemed to be thinner, the girl clenched the pillow tightly, trying to adjust her breathing.

The five fingers were forcefully separated and held in the generous palm.

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[Just a kiss. 】