Newlyweds 1001 Nights: Mr. Bo’s Love Life

"Oh, what's the hurry?"

Bo Hancheng first chuckled, then walked in front of Luo Zheng with a clear voice like wine: "Small things, I just want to go now, don't you feel a little late?"

Mother chicken!

This is really terrifying for the bodyguard, Luo Zheng's heart trembles inexplicably, and the man exudes a dark breath, which makes him shudder.

Swallowing carefully, Luo Zheng said with a smile: "Brother Cheng, what can I do if I don't leave?"

"You said, what can a man and a woman do together?"

Bo Hancheng said leaning down, her eyes locked her.

Luo Zheng's eyes widened and he couldn't help but back up, forgetting for a moment that the back was nowhere else but the open door.

"what--"

Luo Zheng stumbled and fell straight backwards.

Out of subconsciousness, she grabbed her hands in a mess and caught the shirt on the man's chest.

All of a sudden, Luo Zheng fell on the back of the car as a whole, clutching Bo Hancheng together, pressing heavily on her, and the two were close together without any gap.

The narrow space can breathe with each other.

"Small thing, are you inviting me?"

Bo Hancheng supported the chair back with one hand, and looked down at Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng was a little dumbfounded. Why did the two suddenly have such ambiguous gestures: "Brother Cheng, if I said, I didn't mean it, do you believe it?"

Hearing the words, the man seemed to be smiling, glancing at her and holding the hand of his shirt, his thin lips were elegant, "What do you say?"

On arrival, Luo Zheng wanted to cry without tears, and quickly released his shirt: "Brother Cheng, you get up first, okay?"

"No, you asked for it!"

The man was cold for a while, and his eyes were like deep pools, inviting and unconscious.

"Brother Cheng ..."

Luo Zheng also wanted to speak, and suddenly his pupils shrank, and his words stopped in his mouth.

It was a man, his big palm opened the red skirt from underneath, he reached a position on his thigh, and stopped back to rubbing ... He was warm in the palm and a little rough, and a strange current felt in the rubbing.

This strange feeling made Luo Zheng's body tense and could not help pushing him: "Brother Cheng ... Don't do this ..."

"What else? This ... or this?"

Bo Hancheng's eyes dimmed, and he asked lowly, while the big palm continued to move up, first touched her waist, then stopped up on her chest.

Across a layer of chest and a coat, he grasped her greenness without mercy, and then played hard.

Luo Zheng's mind was empty, and there was a little tingling in his chest, and a rouge color overflowed on his face: "Bo Hancheng ... you can't ..."

"No? Why can't you? You follow me over and over again, not for dedication?"

Bo Hancheng said in a low voice, just like a lover whispering, but the voice was cold and lukewarm.

Even, his actions are obviously aggressive, and he has to take possession of the girl at any time ... but he doesn't have a little passion in his eyes. The girl's body is more like a plaything in his hand.

"No! I follow you, just want to know you, can be your friend, brother, sister, confidant ..."

Luo Zheng grieved and retorted, small hands kept the man's arm, wanting him to leave him.

However, she did not know that her explanation fell into the ears of men, and how much mocking appeared.

friend? Brother and sister? confidant?

It should be said that she is too naive or too stupid to hold such a mentality towards men!

"What if I want you?"

Bo Hancheng asked in a cool, thin voice without any emotion.

"I don't need any friends, siblings, confidantes. You want to follow me, the only identity you can only be my woman--"