Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"Well, I often ask myself why I love you so much." Ming Ansheng took a bite of porridge and stared at Su Shi again, looking puzzled.

His shrewd eyes stared at Su Shi. Su Shi felt as if he was undressed and thoroughly penetrated by him.

The cheeks on both sides of her face looked like the familiar red Fuji, ashamed.

The more shy she was, the more Ming Ansheng wanted to make fun of her, "But there is no answer, just love you love you love you, you little conscience."

Talking about his big hand reaching to a position of Takamatsu on Su Shi's upper circumference, he grabbed it lightly.

Su Ying pulled her brows straight, almost screaming.

She stared at Ming Ansheng in annoyance. "I still don't eat porridge. I will take it away if I don't eat it."

It's endless. It's so tired and crooked that hot porridge can't hold his mouth.

It ’s getting more and more like words.

Ming Ansheng said, "In fact, what I want most is you."

He simply grabbed Su Shi's arm and dragged her into her arms, holding her tightly with one hand, and prying under her hem with the other.

Moving up a little bit, his fingers were like crab claws.

Su Shi was anxious. "Oh, my child is here, can you hold on a little bit."

She grabbed Ming Ansheng's arm and pulled his hand out of her clothes.

Ming Ansheng's hand had just penetrated in, only to know that Su Shi was not wearing underwear. As soon as his fingers touched him, she was pulled out.

The touch at that moment was so wonderful, how could he not be greedy.

"Well, let me touch it, just touch it." Ming Ansheng looked out, holding Su Shi and not letting go.

The other hand was forced into Su Shi's clothes again.

Su Shi was afraid of affecting Xiao Qiao, struggling to resist, but did not dare to speak too loudly.

But Ming An Sheng was so eager to want that she had no way of taking him at all, and had to let him toss in annoyance.

Four years have passed. Uncle Ming, who was calm and implicit then, has now become a wretched 'old man'.

What is the difference between him and those salty pigs on the subway and on the bus?

"Yue Yue."

Su Shi stopped resisting, Ming An Sheng bravely wanted to be closer to her, so she lowered her head and kissed Su Shi's lips again.

He is no stranger to women, and he is clever and skilled in dealing with women, and his hands are teasing slowly in Su Shi's clothes.

Su Shi's body had already approached 'a thousand miles away', and her soft nest was in Ming Ansheng's arms.

The smell of perfume on him seemed to be the same as it was four years ago, making her feel at ease.

She even wanted to close her eyes greedily and hug him without letting go.

Uncle Ming, can we ... can't we let go of each other's hands again?

Su Shi's eyes were wet and she closed her eyes slowly.

Suddenly the man's lips were pressed down, and the soft lips were indescribably beautiful.

She didn't want to open her eyes, she just wanted to sink down like this, and fell into his overbearing gentle swirl.

Ming Ansheng moved, as he kissed, it became more and more intense.

Gradually, Su Yanjiao panted again and again.

Both reached a point where the water was so hot.

"Well, let's go to the room." Ming Ansheng reluctantly evacuated from Su Shi's lips, copied his hands behind her, and hugged her.

The cell phone on the coffee table suddenly rang.

Ming Ansheng frowned, glanced at the phone screen with annoyance, and the caller ID ‘Lu Yinan’, his face turned black.