Addicted to pretending to be good, paranoid Mr. Bo can't stop

It was a bit stuffy in the fitting room. Jiang Yuan tightened her wedding dress and stood on the high platform and looked through the mirror at He Ze who was sitting on the sofa. "How are you? Does it look good?"

He Ze's expression was stiff, "It's pretty good-looking."

Jiang Yuan smiled and turned around, "That's your aesthetic problem. If you don't like wedding dresses, what do you like?"

His expression was slightly stunned, which made it clear that Jiang Yuan wanted to embarrass her.

She did it on purpose!

"Mr. He, I don't like people who are procrastinating, and there is no need to mention the transaction between us."

He Ze suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her.

"I know what you are thinking." Jiang Yuan smiled lightly, "If you can't help it, you can come to me."

He Ze pursed his lips and said nothing.

"You can bear it."

He Ze didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes and looked at the toes of his shoes.

"Don't you understand?" She walked slowly towards the man in front of her. She stood on tiptoes and stretched out her slender arms to climb up his broad back. "I like you very much, and I also know that you like to tease. Jewelry, I can give you money to do whatever you like.”

Her soft chest pressed against his strong chest, and he felt her softness and fragrance, making his whole body tense.

Her charming voice lingered in his ears, making him unable to refuse. He gritted his teeth and said one word, "Yes."

"I have plenty of money, and you know it."

He Ze's expression was very ugly, and he was always suppressing his anger.

"Of course I know." She leaned closer to him and touched his lips with her red lips, "But how much money do you have to support me?"

He Ze's body tensed, "I don't need you to worry about this matter."

"Mr. He, the most worthless thing in the world is a man's dignity, do you understand?"

"Miss Jiang, please let go." His voice was cold and ruthless.

"Mr. He, you haven't agreed to my conditions yet." Jiang Yuan's eyes were fixed on his, as if she wanted to penetrate his eyes and look into his soul.

He Ze closed his eyes. He had never met a woman as aggressive and unsophisticated as Jiang Yuan.

He took a deep breath and let go of the other person's cold lips, "I know about your ex-husband, but I'm not him."

A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Yuan's eyes, "But I just want you."

There were only two of them in the locker room. He was breathing heavily and looking at her with red eyes.

Jiang Yuan raised her lips and smiled, stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips.

He Ze subconsciously avoided it.

"Are you sure you can still bear it?" she asked with a smile.

He Ze looked at her charming face and said harshly, "No need."

"You're crazy! This is the fitting room!" he shouted.

Jiang Yuan blinked, "If you really can't do it, then let's go to bed and talk."

He Ze's breathing became more and more rapid, and he clenched his fists to suppress himself.

"Mr. He, you don't have to force yourself."

He suddenly stretched out his arms to hug Jiang Yuan, lowered his head and grasped her lips fiercely, and inserted his tongue into her mouth, savagely sweeping her.

Jiang Yuan's hands hugged his neck tightly, letting him take whatever he wanted.

He took Jiang Yuan's arm, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and took her lips in his mouth.

Her lips were warm and soft, with a sweet taste, like cotton candy.

His tongue pried open her teeth and penetrated in, sweeping the fragrance in her mouth wantonly. The unique fragrance of her body stimulated his brain, made him crazy, and made him unable to stop.

He tightened his grip on her slender waist, as if he wanted to crush her.

After a long time, Jiang Yuan gasped and left his lips. She smiled brightly, "That's right!"

He Ze looked at her charming appearance, with strong lust in his eyes.

He kissed her lips again.

She put her arms around his neck to bear his passion.

The two were entangled, and his hands touched her skin, causing her to tremble.

"Um... ah!"

She screamed softly, forced to meet his rhythm.

His strength gradually increased, and his hands became restless as he kissed her.

Jiang Yuan grabbed his rebellious hand, her eyes full of grievance, "It hurts!"

"Are you sure you want?"

"Sure!"

"Then don't regret it." He let go of her, with a strange light shining in his eyes. He took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, "Take it off."

Jiang Yuan bit her lip shyly. She walked to the clothes rack and took off her clothes. She gently took off her skirt, revealing her exquisite and alluring curves.

Her figure is completely in golden proportion, with every bulge and bulge it should have. She is simply a stunner.

He Ze's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his breathing became heavy, and he looked at her with burning eyes.

She slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

Her figure is plump and strong, with a charming color under the light, making people unable to take their eyes away.

"Mrs. Song, women like you really make me feel sick." He said through gritted teeth.

Jiang Yuan's fingers paused slightly, and then she pulled the buttons on her collar, and they fell off one by one, leaving her shoulders bare.

He Ze's eyes were always glued to her, and there was a fierce killing intent in his eyes.

She walked up to him, stretched out her slender and straight legs and straddled him. She bent down and kissed his thin lips, "Isn't the relationship between lovers so disgusting?"

There was struggle in He Ze's eyes.

Her hand slid down to his belt, and with a crisp "snap" sound, the belt opened, and her hand slipped into his suit pants.

"Hiss—" He Ze gasped.

But she took the opportunity to hold his cock, "It's great, isn't it."

He Ze's eyes were bloodshot, and he pushed her away suddenly, "That's enough, Jiang Yuan, no matter what tricks you play tonight, I don't want to have anything to do with you."

He turned and strode away.

Jiang Yuan stood there in shock for a moment, then sneered. She bent down to pick up the clothes she had thrown on the ground, and quickly put them on.

She walked out on ten-centimeter high heels.

"Are you OK."