The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

"Really?" Mu Wanqing's beautiful eyes were shining.

Upon seeing this, Ye Yuchen's eyes were cold, he suddenly let go of Mu Wanqing, as if he had been angry, turned around and went upstairs, leaving behind a haughty and indifferent back.

Mu Wanqing didn't care at all about this.

She stroked her chin, calculating the win and loss in her heart, "It sounds like a good deal..."

Therefore, Mu Wanqing got into the bathroom early, soaked in a petal bath, and wiped the rose body lotion on purpose before going to Ye Yuchen's room.

"Money, gold master..." Mu Wan leaned back on the soft big bed, shaking her slender white legs, "Why aren't you here yet?"

She wanted to wear **** pajamas or slip onto Ye Yuchen's big bed wrapped in a bath towel.

Thinking about it, she was still not so open.

So I only wore a set of white nightdresses that didn't arouse lust, which reached ankles and was very conservative.

"Mu Wanqing, what are you doing here?"

Ye Yuchen's cold voice suddenly came from the door.

As soon as he walked into his bedroom, he saw a woman lying on his bed, showing two long slender white legs.

As she happened to lift her leg up, her nightdress naturally slid down, almost revealing her underwear.

"Didn't you say that you are going to prostitute me tonight?" Mu Wanqing immediately retracted his leg, and put the nightdress on to cover it.

Ye Yuchen: "..."

He just talked to her casually, is she serious?

"Are you so short of money?" Ye Yuchen suddenly burst into an unreasonable hostility, "So much so that you are willing to sell yourself?"

Hearing this, Mu Wan's eyes dimmed slightly.

She didn't want to sell herself. This is not about not paying advance salary, and there is no way to find a job...

Besides, it's not a sell-off, she already loved him very much.

"Tell me, the real purpose of your asking for money." Ye Yuchen strode to the side of the bed and pulled Mu Wanqing who was lying on the bed up.

Mu Wan tilted his head, "I can't say."

Only the three of them knew about Mu Chenghui's death. If it were leaked out at this time, it would very likely cause another chaos in the Mu Group.

"Very good." Ye Yuchen snorted coldly, "then serve me until I'm satisfied."

Ye Yuchen turned onto the bed, lying on his back beside Mu Wanqing.

He held her wrist, moved to the belt around his waist, opened his thin lips, "Take it off."

Mu Wanqing's fingertips trembled slightly, then he touched the belt buckle, looked for the switch, and pressed it "click".

Hearing the crisp voice, Ye Yuchen opened his lips and shouted again, "Enough."

Mu Wanqing: "..."

She is ready to go whoring or not.

Just as she looked dazed, the man suddenly rolled over and pressed against her.

Mu Wan tilted his eyes and said, "If you want to be on it, you just said it earlier, the ink marks are so half...well..."

Before her words fell, Ye Yuchen sealed his lips.

The man's kiss, domineering and mad, encroached on every inch of her breath between her lips and teeth, and he was a little bit harder, not even pitying Xiangyu at all.

"Um..." Mu Wanqing frowned.

She was struggling secretly under Ye Yuchen's body, only feeling that her lips were tingling, and her fragrant tongue was a little painful from being sucked on.

It's a bitch, spicy chicken kiss skills, it hurts to kiss.

Mu Wanqing couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Ye Yuchen, lighten it! It hurts me!"

Taking advantage of the man's breathing, she simply roared from the bottom of her heart, glaring at the man pressing on her.