Rebirth of Finding a Beloved

It's just that Luo Wenchen looks so painful, he doesn't want to let him go for a second.

But considering that this was the parking lot where people would pass by at any time, he didn't want Luo Wenchen's goblin-like appearance to be seen by others, not at all.

Not daring to dawdle, fasten the seat belt of Luo Wenchen's passenger seat, and lay it flat so that Luo Wenchen can sit on it more comfortably.

The Qi car didn't stay for a minute, and walked away.

Ou Jingyao was driving the car, looking sideways from time to time, but when he saw Luo Wenchen's slightly red face and slightly parted lips, the anger that had been suppressed for several days came out slowly: "Shti."

A sports car accelerated even faster.

When the car stopped, Luo Wenchen turned his head to look at the man. In a daze, he felt that everything in front of him was strange, so he couldn't help but grabbed the man beside him and said, "Yao, this is not our home."

Ou Jingyao smirked, it's good to be so drunk and know that this is not the house he rented: "En. It's okay."

Luo Wenchen firmly grabbed Ou Jingyao's sleeve, and vowed not to let him go until he started the car and went home: "This is not our home."

Ou Jingyao laughed: "It's okay, it will be our home soon."

Luo Wenchen was stubborn and refused to let go: "Yao, this is not our home."

"Call me husband." Ou Jingyao corrected.

"Honey, this is not our home." Luo Wenchen continued without giving up.

Ou Jingyao reached out and hugged such a stubborn person: "Hey, this is your husband's home, and it's your home, are you right?"

Luo Wenchen nodded as if he understood.

"Then let go of your husband's clothes, and my husband will take you home." Ou Jingyao continued to seduce.

"kindness."

Ou Jingyao jumped out of the car, came to the passenger seat, and walked directly to the elevator with Luo Wenchen in his arms.

As soon as the door was closed, Ou Jingyao couldn't control himself anymore, pressed Luo Wenchen against the door, eagerly chased after Luo Wenchen's lips and kissed her, continuing the kiss that had just ended in the parking lot.

Luo Wenchen habitually hugged Ou Jingyao's neck, put his toes on and obediently offered his lips.

After kissing into the room, Ou Jingyao left Luo Wenchen's lips and kissed his sensitive neck.

Luo Wenchen raised his head subconsciously: "Well, Yao."

"Call me husband, have you forgotten?"

"No... my husband... it's uncomfortable." The man's warm lips fell on his neck, and that strange yet familiar feeling crept up in his body, saying it was uncomfortable but it wasn't.

As shrewd as he is, honest as him when drunk.

Ou Jingyao heard Luo Wenchen mumbling, stopped the movement of her lips, smiled viciously, and worked harder with her hands: "Hey, take off your clothes first, and my husband will take you to take a bath. It's hard."

"En." Luo Wenchen reached out to unbutton his clothes.

Although it was slow, in Ou Jingyao's eyes, it had a different taste, and it felt like it was tempting him even more.

Luo Wenchen's clothes peeled off one by one with the movements of his hands.

In the end, there was nothing left. Luo Wenchen's naked body was confused for Ou Jingyao to watch. Ou Jingyao smiled softly. If he was still awake, he would not be able to appreciate such a charming scenery.

A gust of cold wind made Luo Wenchen shudder, and Luo Wenchen yelled meanly: "Husband..."

"Daughter-in-law, my husband will take you to take a bath." Although he still wanted to continue admiring it, but letting his daughter-in-law freeze, that's fine, otherwise he would feel even more distressed.

Ou Jingyao never knew that Luo Wenchen had such a side when he was drunk, allowing himself to be bullied and teased.

Still enjoying such a beautiful scene, I silently planned in my heart whether to let him drink again next time.

"Daughter-in-law, help your husband take it off together, okay?" Ou Jingyao held back his temper, holding back his own desires, and watched Luo Wenchen's raised hands climb onto his clothes.

The clothes on his body fell off one by one, and Luo Wenchen was picked up and placed on the sink. (Ah~~, I think about it for myself. One is that I can’t continue writing, otherwise this chapter will not be published. The other is that I am shy.)

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