The Pillow of the Bad President

Shen Nanfang shook the red wine glass in his hand, the liquid in it rippled brightly.Flash dance..Mobile terminal

He held her high.

"Ji Qinghuan, thank you." Shen Nanfang looked at her deeply, and his voice was magnetic in Ye Feng's country, "Thank you for giving birth to Hanhan, I like her very much."

Ji Qinghuan clinked the wine glass with him.

Her little face was a little red, and she didn't say anything, just like him, and silently drank the red wine in the glass with her head up.

You can't be polite about this kind of thing.

The two of them drank a bottle of red wine, and both were a little bit tipsy.

Especially Shen Nanfang, he drank most of it, his long and narrow eyes already had tiny bits of drunkenness, like the stars above his head.

This kind of him is a bit like that night of confusion many years ago.

That night was Ji Qinghuan's first time. Although it has been a long time, she still remembers many fragmentary scenes deeply, especially his powerful strength and heavy breathing.

Ji Qinghuan felt his ears burning.

She couldn't stand still, and she didn't dare to look up at him with a guilty conscience.

Holding an empty wine glass, Ji Qinghuan faltered, "It's late, it's a bit cold, I'm afraid Hanhan will be sleepy, let's go back early."

After she finished speaking, she felt sullen and wanted to slip away.

It's just that she was too nervous and didn't look at her feet. There were small steps on the terrace. She staggered and stepped on the air, and her whole body flinched.

Shen Nanfang said urgently, "Be careful"

He quickly stretched out his long arms, and before she fell, he put his arms around her waist and brought her into his arms.

The slender waist is as worthy as a willow.

Shen Nanfang didn't dare to use any strength, and hugged her gently, as if he could hear her violent heartbeat.

They were so close that they were almost inseparable. Through the clothes, they could feel the warmth of her skin, and the fragrance of her body was almost palpable.

Shen Nan's Adam's apple rolled.

When he lowered his head, he could see her delicate face, especially from this angle, the two red lips were as full and moist as blooming roses.

It makes people have the urge to kiss Fangze.

Shen Nanfang was still rational, but his body seemed to have its own consciousness.

Ji Qinghuan was hugged in his arms, her little hands just pressed against his chest, and after she stood firmly on her feet, she whispered, "Shen Nanfang, you can let go."

Everything that follows is swallowed up.

The shadow fell, and she was warmed by Shen Nan.

Ji Qinghuan

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He opened his eyes wide in a daze.

Shen Nanfang put his arm around her and covered her eyes with the other.

Lips and tongues entangled.

Shen Nanfang hugged her very tightly, and pressed his thin lips tightly, occupying all her perceptions a little bit.

Ji Qinghuan tasted the richer aroma of red wine.

She couldn't stand firmly on her feet, she felt like she was stepping on the ground again, fluttering, and felt as if she was about to suffocate, being kissed more and more breathlessly by him. ..

Shen Nanfang didn't stop, as if he wanted more.

Suddenly, a clear and crisp child's voice sounded, "Mom and Dad, are you two playing kiss?"

The two of them froze.

Shuang Shuang turned around, and saw Hanhan was holding her little hands behind her back, tilting her little head, and staring at them both curiously.

Ji Qinghuan's face flushed like a ripe tomato at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Too distracted and infatuated, I even forgot that there is still a daughter

Ji Qinghuan broke free from his arms, put the back of her hand against her lips in embarrassment, his lips still remained in the corners of her lips, her voice was softer than a mosquito, "cough, it's getting late, let's go back"

After the words fell, he dragged his daughter into the box in a panic.

Shen Nanfang's chest heaved slightly, apart from the embarrassment of being smashed, he also had more regrets.

He didn't follow in immediately, but took out a cigarette and lit it, as if he wanted to calm down something with nicotine.

It was just a kiss, but he actually responded.

If it wasn't for his daughter's sudden appearance, Shen Nanfang might ask for more

The Maybach drives down the mesa.

Because of the kiss just now, the atmosphere in the carriage was a bit ambiguous.

Ji Qinghuan faced the car window, not daring to make eye contact with Shen Nanfang. The temperature on his face and behind his ears showed no signs of dissipating, but instead became hotter and hotter.

Hanhan didn't understand the tricks of the adult world, so he was very happy all night, went to his father's company, not only met his father, but also had dinner together, he was always in good spirits, and kept chatting with Shen Nanfang.

When the father and daughter had a warm conversation, Ji Qinghuan lowered the car window a little.

Huhu

Only when the night wind blew in did she feel that the temperature had dropped a bit.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

After the secretary in front braked and saw something, he had a strange expression on his face, "Mr. Shen"

Shen Nanfang didn't pay much attention, he just thought that the other party was reminding him to get off the car.

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He was the first to get out of the car.

When he was about to turn around and wanted to hold his daughter down, a tall figure suddenly rushed towards him.

"south"

A familiar female voice sounded.

Shen Nanfang hesitated when he pushed away.

With this hesitation, the opponent seized the opportunity and threw himself into his chest tightly.

Shen Nanfang frowned, and at the same time looked down at the woman in his arms, a little surprised, "Zhuo Xuan"

Ji Qinghuan got out of the car on the other side and happened to see this scene.

The woman threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist directly, her long hair poured down like a waterfall, and her face was covered with tears.

Ji Qinghuan's chest choked.

It was as if something was pressing on her heart and lungs, preventing her from breathing smoothly.

The temperature on his body, which was so hot that it was almost boiling, cooled down at this moment with the night wind facing him.

Ji Qinghuan carried her daughter down and walked around the rear of the car without disturbing them. She cleared her throat and said in a low voice, "You are busy first. I will take Hanhan upstairs to rest first."

Shen Nanfang frowned.

He had just moved his thin lips, and before she could make a sound, she had already hurried into the hotel with her daughter in her arms, and quickly disappeared.

The elevator door "ding" sounded.

Ji Qinghuan immediately walked out with her daughter in her arms, swiped the card, and quickly closed the door, as if something was chasing her after her.

As usual, she bathed her daughter and put her to bed.

Hanhan seemed to be thinking about the scene downstairs before, and asked curiously, "Mom, who is that auntie? Why did she hug Dad?"

Ji Qinghuan lowered her eyes, "She is my father's friend"

"She's so pretty," Hanhan whispered.

Ji Qinghuan's voice was a bit astringent, "Well, yes."

Hanhan rubbed her small face on her arm, and said sweetly, "However, no matter how beautiful she is, she is not as beautiful as her mother. In my eyes, only my mother is the most beautiful in the world."

Ji Qinghuan couldn't help laughing, her heart was warm, and she kissed her daughter on the face, "Baby, Mommy loves you so much"

"Hanhan also loves her mother." Hanhan also kissed her.

Ji Qinghuan touched her head, and said softly, "Hanhan, it's getting late, we're going to bed."

Han Han obediently said "Good night, mother", lay down in bed, closed her eyes, and soon fell into a sweet dream.

But Ji Qinghuan couldn't fall asleep.

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