Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

Compared to the sharp and noisy screams of the big yellow-toothed SpongeBob Squarepants, and the stupid and stupid voice of the pink-pointed meatball, Wen Muyan prefers to listen to the sound of Yuan Yao eating cucumbers beside him.

The sound of chewing was clear and crisp, and the refreshing and elegant taste of cucumber floated into Wen Muyan's nose. It smelled very good.

His elbows are resting on the back of the sofa, his fingers are slightly bent against his side forehead, and his lazy appearance is also very expensive.

He tilted his head and looked at Yuan Yao with a smile while eating a cucumber in his hand.

Under the strong pressure of Adair’s skin, it was forced to take care of it. It was fair and delicate. Under the bright lights of the living room, the highlight area was glowing. The mouth was open and closed, and the white teeth were looming. A pair of eyes moved on the screen. The movement of the image turned, and the slender eyelashes trembled, which was particularly attractive.

Wen Muyan's eyes finally fell on Yuan Yao's squirming lips, which were stained with cucumber water and moist and bright.

Yuan Yao felt the line of sight beside her, turned her head to look at Wen Muyan,

Directly crashing into those deep, not very dark pupils will always reveal too sensational light at some point.

Yuan Yao paused, and almost bit her tongue nervously when she met Wen Muyan's sight.

She nerdly raised her hand and took a bite of the cucumber. She didn't notice that the cucumber in her hand was bitten by her and only one tail was left, and she raised it to Wen Muyan.

"Do you want to eat too?"

Wen Muyan's smiling eyes glanced at the section of cucumber stick that stretched out in front of him, and then looked at Yuan Yao again in a leisurely manner.

"amount……"

Yuan Yao glanced at the cucumber in her hand and hurriedly withdrew her hand.

"Sorry... do you want them to wash you one more?"

"No..." Wen Muyan didn't take his gaze back, but stared at Yuan Yao closely, with a low and gentle voice.

Wen Muyan is an excellent man. Back then, in the country, he could not rely on any assistance, but only on a whim in the entertainment industry. Countless women flocked to him.

In Britain, she is the ideal lover in the eyes of many celebrities.

There are many indifferent men outside. Once they become gentle, Yuan Yao has a deep understanding of how attractive they are.

I was a little flustered, his eyes floated and he turned his head slowly, not looking at Wen Muyan's charming eyes.

Wen Muyan moved suddenly, raised his hand and gently pinched Yuan Yao's lubricated chin, turning Yuan Yao's face around.

"Is it delicious?" The gentle voice bewitched people's hearts like a bass.

"I...I'll wash one for you, and you'll know if you taste it...?"

"Taste..."

Wen Muyan's eyes gradually darkened, and his gaze fell to Yuan Yao's lustrous lips.

Slowly pressured up...

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As Jun Yan gradually approached, Yuan Yao's heart suddenly jumped wildly, looking at those dark and **** eyes, she panicked again, and she kept leaning back.

This unconscious escape made Wen Muyan's eyes a touch of bitterness.

The distance between the two people was too close, and even though they were passing by with a very light expression, Yuan Yao still caught the light in her eyes.

Even afterwards, Wen Muyan straightened up, and did not intend to force the kiss that she had resisted from the beginning!

Yuan Yaozhong suddenly felt a pain. People stopped escaping. He leaned on the back of the sofa, and suddenly stretched out his hand and took Wen Muyan's arm...

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