Sweet!The boss in the Beijing circle seduces and pets the gentle and soft little fairy

Pei Que came to the door of Mingyu's house familiarly. A few days ago, he took Mingyu's fingerprints for him, so he directly identified and walked in.

Putting on slippers, the flat shoes the girl had just taken off were messy next to the shoe cabinet, and he put the car keys on the shoe cabinet.

After changing into slippers, he squatted down, pressed one knee to the ground, and put his leather shoes and the girl's flat shoes next to each other in the shoe cabinet, as if he had done it countless times.

The light in the room was dim, and he didn't turn on the light, and went straight to the bedroom.

Restraining his voice, he shook the doorknob. In the dark and quiet environment, the translucent gauze curtain poured down the bright white moonlight, and he could vaguely see the girl's disheveled sleeping position holding the quilt.

Pei Que approached and looked at her through the moonlight, his peach blossom eyes were emotionless, the eyelids were drooping, and there was a hint of tenderness at the end of the eyes.

His thin lips parted slightly, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

"Little heartless."

"If you don't reply to the message, you won't reply to the message, and you won't answer the phone." Speaking of this, he gritted his teeth a little, and stretched out his big hand to pinch her cheek.

Ming Yin seemed to feel something in a daze, and when Pei Que's hand was about to touch her cheek, she suddenly turned her head and turned her back to him, muttering indistinctly.

Pei Que's hand was hovering in the air, watching her movements, he almost laughed angrily.

He turned around and patted her buttocks lightly, "I'm not honest when I'm asleep, even pinching?"

Until she didn't respond, he looked at her quietly for a while.

Originally, he was intent on settling accounts and wanted to have a good talk with her, but as soon as he came in and saw her like this, the dissatisfaction accumulated in his heart these days was instantly dispelled.

He breathed a sigh of relief, ready to take a shower.

At this time, the girl suddenly snorted a few times, and then muttered: "It's uncomfortable."

Pei Que stopped and asked softly, "What?"

Ming Marriage didn't sleep well, and when she heard someone responding, she repeated reluctantly: "Uncomfortable, uncomfortable."

Pei Que frowned, knelt on the bed and leaned over to support her, with the back of his hand pressed against her face, only then did he realize that her little face was a little warm.

I thought she had caught a cold, but the little woman turned over and lay flat on her back and hugged his neck reflexively, her breath was full of alcohol.

Pei Que laughed inexplicably, followed the strength of her neck around her waist and led him to sit up, with his forehead resting on his shoulder.

"Okay, let's go drink again."

"If you have time to drink, you don't have time to come back to me, Ming Yan, you're pretty good."

Ming Yu stared in a daze, only feeling uncomfortable.

Pei Que held her waist with one hand, and helped her pull her messy curly hair behind her ears with the other. He looked at her sideways, his voice a little hoarse.

"Where is the pain?"

Ming Yu said in a muffled voice, "The clothes are so uncomfortable."

"I didn't take a shower, I felt uncomfortable."

From what she said here and there, Pei Que could be considered to be aware of her delicateness in certain aspects.

She was wearing a one-piece black slit skirt today. Her disheveled sleeping position allowed her to see her long, white legs at a glance. The zipper was on the waist side, which was more invisible.

After digging for a long time, she couldn't find it, and she became more and more anxious.

Pei Que quite liked seeing her so annoyed, wrinkling her face and whimpering, she could only turn to him for help.

What's more, he could still watch her tearing up her clothes recklessly in front of him, her slim figure twisting into a nice curve.

Just looking at it made him feel hot.

Ming Yin grabbed his hand and pulled it to his waist, "Hurry up, I feel bad."

Pei Que rubbed her hand along her body playfully, looked at her frivolously, with a low and lazy voice, "I found it."

He had found the zipper a long time ago, hooked the small drop-shaped buckle, and asked meaningfully: "Will you take a shower later?"

"That's right." Ming Yin became impatient, "I've said it several times."

She got angry, mixed with alcohol and wanted to vent.

Pei Que raised his eyebrows, with a slight smile in his full peach eyes, his tone dragged down, indulgent, "Okay, I'll take you to take a bath."

After saying that, the zipper of the skirt was pulled down neatly, Pei Que asked her to sit down, and pulled the skirt pullover to take off the black skirt.

The girl's plumpness and enchantment were fully revealed, and his eyes darkened.

Pei Que got off the bed, stood with straight long legs, bent over, grabbed the girl's slender waist, waited until the girl was close to his chest, and moved skillfully with the other hand.

Ming Yin instantly felt a looseness in front of her body, and then her arms were moved by him, as if something was thrown on the bed by him.

Then her consciousness became more ups and downs, and she let the man hold her and sat in the bathtub. She didn't quite remember what happened after that.

I only vaguely felt that the temperature on the person opposite was getting hotter and hotter.

Occasionally she raised her eyelids, and her eyes were filled with rippling water waves, and things that were forced to float beyond her control.

A strange but familiar feeling spread all over her body, making her even more unable to wake up.

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On the other side, Jiang Wansheng and Qin Weizhao took a taxi back to school, and as soon as they reached the school gate, Jiang Wansheng got off the car in a hurry.

Leave a sentence for Qin Weizhao: "Zhaozhao, I'll go first." Then he left quickly.

As the taxi drove away, Qin Weizhao looked at her back, thinking of the call from his uncle in the car just now, feeling inexplicably depressed.

A breeze blows, bringing a burst of coolness.

Qin Weizhao sighed while walking: "I have to talk about this love."

I planned to move again next week, but now it seems that the sooner the better.

She clenched her fists and took a longer stride.

The word "fighting spirit" is written all over the body.

Jiang Wansheng walked along the street where the school gate was located.

After passing several trees, the figure of the man gradually appeared.

Behind him is the familiar Bugatti, whose pure black color almost melts into the night.

The man leaned to the side.

His body was straight, and the street lights dimly cast on him.

Between the cuts of light and shadow are the deep and three-dimensional facial features, sharp jaw, thin lips, high nasal bone and pitch-black pupils.

Alienated and expensive.

Jiang Wansheng suddenly thought of the night she was framed, she staggered towards him, with fear and vague hopes in her heart.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head to look over, and his eyes fell directly on her.

The picture seems to coincide with that night.

However, the way he looked at her at that time was indifferent and indifferent, which made people feel afraid.

But now, his deep eyes are soft, and his emotions are still light, but it can make her feel at ease and sweet.

She was a little lucky, what she liked happened to also like her.

She trotted over, her clear eyes sparkling with light, "When did you come here?"

Qin Mo took a few steps closer and held her waist vaguely, "Not long."

She felt a little guilty, "Actually, it's because I was drunk, and she was in a bad mood. I was anxious and didn't say too much, so I said it was an emergency."

She pursed her lips, "I will make it clear next time, so you won't worry."