Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

Mingyu already whispered: "Call me Yu, Lan'er, I don't want to hear those four words again."

"Yu...you let go first." Yun Lan was in his arms, looking for a place to escape.

Comparing this is the Presidential Palace and Mingyu's study, Yun Lan feels that it is inappropriate anyway.

Although the two love each other, it should not be unreasonable.

Mingyu hugged her tightly: "Don't leave anymore, Lan'er. It was me who was bad before that made you like this. Now, I will never let you suffer any disappointment. Lan'er, you are mine. "

Mingyu's stormy kisses fell on her lips and face.

Yun Lan was petite and couldn't bear his obsession. She wanted to push him down but couldn't push it away, she wanted to accept it, and she felt too ashamed. She was at a loss for a while and didn't know what to do.

Her reaction like this seemed particularly jerky, which made Mingyu's original pure love for her become impure, and wanted to press her under her body and love her well.

After so many years, at this moment he really got what he wanted. How could he be willing to let her go?

"Yu..." When Mingyu was overwhelmed on a bed, Yun Lan was taken aback and recovered.

Mingyu's movements turned soft: "Lan'er, I won't hurt you."

"Isn't this... a study room?" Yun Lan looked around, it was indeed a study room, but behind this screen, there was such a single bed hidden.

Mingyu whispered in her ear: "I have been separated from Zhang Huiru for a long time and have been living in the study. I used to be responsible to her, but she also calculated that responsibility. But when she hurt A Leng At that moment, I had done everything I had to her."

He held Yun Lan's face: "Lan'er, believe me, my feeling for you is the most true."

He kissed her on the cheek and lips, gently, as if he was kissing a treasure, and in a wild place, he seemed to take her into his stomach.

He is now what a real man looks like, a face facing the woman he truly loves, unable to control his emotions and movements.

Yun Lan closed his eyes, and his body was like a Ye Bianzhou, surging in the wave of his giving.

Facing the beloved woman, no man can be Liu Xiahui.

Mingyu is like this now, and she can't wait to take her apart and take her all up.

Her mature style was beyond his control, and in her maturity, there was a lot of jerky, which made people suspect that she was not a young woman in her thirties, but just an innocent girl.

Mingyu is crazy and intoxicated for her, fierce like a beast.

When the last joy died out, he kept calling her name: "Lan'er, Lan'er..."

Yun Lan sipped in a low voice in his arms.

I don't know how long it took, the two men calmed down, and the violent gasps turned into calm breathing.

The single bed is very small, but it does not prevent two people from cuddling each other.

Mingyu looked down at her flushed face, full of happiness and contentment, and whispered: "Lan'er, after the wedding of Weiwei and Zhan Ting, let's get married."

"Wait until Weiwei's business is done." Yun Lan was a little embarrassed, lowered his head and buried his head in his arms.

Mingyu thought of her jerky and firmness just now, and couldn't help but tighten her throat, and said, "Lan'er..."