Good Morning, Mr. President!

When did you and this person become so familiar? Moreover, she was taken to the W Hotel by the shameless man last night. How could he open the eyes and see him first?

Jing Yu was no longer sensitive, and found that he had encountered him more and more frequently recently, and some were too frequent.

Her temper has always been slow, and she is not accustomed to this familiarity. Once she fell into his arms, her thin body could not help but tighten. Don't look away, whisper: "Mr. Yu, please put me down."

The voice was also a bit hard and uncomfortable.

According to Yu Zeyao, she put her down, but fell to the bed. Moreover, after he lowered her, he did not immediately pull his arm from her back, leaving her to press. The other hand rested on the other side of her body.

In this way, he leaned over and hung her tall body over her.

With such a close distance, Jing Yu only felt tight breathing, and she could clearly see the impeccable features of men. His glazed black eyes are extremely deep and unpredictable. But in the deep sea, her shadow was engraved clearly, so deep and so real.

Jing Yu reached out and pushed his shoulder, trying to give himself more breathing space. However, just before moving, he clasped his waist with his big palm and stabilized on the bed.

"Don't move." His nice voice was mixed with complex emotions.

Jing Yu only felt that his waist was hot, which was the heat that came from his palm.

Such a move made her feel dangerous.

"What do you ...?" She thought the man was completely impenetrable to her.

Every time he met before, he was high above him, even indifferent to a look thousands of miles away, but this look is far from the image she had established in her mind. Far less gentleman than before.

"Don't you just ask me why I'm here?" He didn't cooperate with her question at all, but instead asked her. Breath fluttered from her face.

She didn't answer. He only heard him continue: "This is my home."

"Your home?" Jing Yu was still surprised, and looked around the room carefully.

This suite alone has more than 100 square feet in the bedroom. The decor is simple but extremely elegant. Everything in the room, from the sofa to the humble shelf, is a well-designed accessory.

This ... this is the master bedroom of this home?

"Why am I here?" She turned her eyes back.

"As you wish." He returned lightly.

She was puzzled again.

"Last night you were brought into the W Hotel by that man, and you forgot to ask me for help on the phone?" His voice was as **** and magnetic as ever.

When he mentioned it, Jingyu tried hard to think back, and seemed to have a little memory, "It was you who called. Thank you."

After a pause, she said again, "But ... if you can stand up and talk well, I will be more grateful to you."

Yu Zeyao still maintained the same posture as before, and remained motionless. Just fix her and ask, "Did you just ask me what I want to do to you?"

Jing Yu found this person particularly awkward. When you ask him, you never answer. After changing the subject, he went back again.

She raised her head halfway, her elbows bent, propped on the bed, and moved an inch back. "I don't want to know anymore, I just want to go home."

"But I want to tell you now." He took hold of her chin, lifted her face in a frown, and couldn't help but draw closer. At this moment, they were half an inch apart.

Jing Yu's breathing stopped suddenly, her heartstrings tightened. She felt that even a flutter of her eyelashes could rub on his face.

What does this man want to do?

The man's eyes were deeper and heavier than before, and the danger was endless. When she was back to God, her lips were blocked by him.

She was startled with a heartbeat rate. The fiery touch on her lips left a moment of ignorance in her mind. When he looked back, he reached out and pushed his shoulder. However, the man was domineering and powerful, and his hand pressed against his shoulder was clasped by him, holding his head firmly. He had a lot of strength and clasped her wrist to death. Jing Yu was anxious and angry, glaring at him.

"Stare?" The man's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't bear to leave his lips when he talked. The overflowing sounds are like breath sounds, ambiguous and sexy.

It was just this restrained touch that his breathing was already unstable.

Jing Yu was so angry that his chest was panting and his face was small. "Mr. Yu, you are a hooligan, just like the **** last night."

"Is it really the same?" Yu Zeyao couldn't see the mood and anger in her eyes, and her voice was still hoarse. "A woman took the initiative to hold my neck and leaned against my arms, begging me to take her home, which meant, What do you think I should do? "

These sceneries he said had no memory at all.

He continued: "I think kissing her at this time is the greatest respect for her charm."

Prior to this, Jingyu did not find this person to be able to say so. A frivolous thing made him speak so righteously, and made sense.

"You know I was stunned and unconscious at the time. You are taking advantage of yourself ..."

The word "danger" has not been exported yet, and the voice of another man has been lost.

His hot tongue licked past her lips. She trembled. "You ..."

This has exceeded her perception of their relationship.

"You're unconscious, but I'm sober." Yu Zeyao took her word, and this time, the kiss was no longer confined to her lips just like that.

His tongue strongly opened her red lips, like no one else.

Jing Yu is not the first kiss. However, this is the first time that I have kissed a stranger—yes, this man is really nothing but a few times he met her. He happened to help her several times. That's it-but they kissed.

She was forced to lose ground by men, and had to admit that this man's kissing skills were much more sophisticated than Liang Shengyi.

After several battles, she was kissed softly and she lost all her strength.

The hand that pressed on the man's shoulder went from clenching into a fist, and gradually loosened gradually. The misty eyes were closed gently, as if they could only catch hands.

It's too charming.

Yu Zeyao gasped heavily and was not content with this position-she wrapped her hands around her waist, lifted her from the bed, and let her sit against the bedside. She was as soft as cotton, and before sitting still, he clasped his head again and raised his face, and kissed impatiently. Her soft, moist tongue was put between his lips, teasing, sucking, and chasing.

PS: On the first day of today's beginning of the month ~~ Everyone should have a monthly ticket for the new month. As usual, a wave ~~ What?