Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

The blue veins on Qin Anlan's forehead were about to explode.

"I don't agree?" She chuckled, "Isn't it your arrangement? I like Linda too, which is good."

He sneered, "You are generous."

Squeezing her cheek hard with her hands, she cried out of pain and stared at him with tears.

Qin Anlan's voice was tense, "I was so fierce just now, why not now? Huh?"

His hand hasn't been put down, he has been squeezing her face.

She bit her lip and stared at him.

Qin Anlan squeezed her again, and when she screamed, her voice was deep, "Now, it looks like the little girl from before."

Ye Liangqiu's heart trembled, and she looked up at him, "Then you, are you willing to marry a bad old man with your little girl, and have other women share him?"

Her hands circled his neck, and her body pressed closely, "You want me to serve him this way at night?"

With that, she kissed the wound on his neck, still a touch of piety, and was not scared at all.

His body shook, not because of love, but shock.

Because of what she did to him at this time.

The voice was tense, and he squinted: "Really, don't you care?"

"What do you care about?" She went down, her face pressed against his mask, and her voice trembled slightly, "An Lan, do you care about your injury? You still care about your little secretary, eh?"

He looked down and looked at her, his voice even more hoarse: "You won't like it."

"If you like it or not, you have to look at it to know." She kissed his lips directly, without getting deep, and just murmured to him like this, "Maybe, is it heartache?"

Long eyelashes trembled, she opened her eyes and looked into his eyes, "An Lan, I still have feelings! To your body, to your people."

Slowly descended his hand and hugged his waist, "An Lan, do you still feel it?"

He looked down, a little speechless, if he didn't feel it, what would he do to tie her up?

Is he really a pervert?

Seeing him glaring at her, Ye Liangqiu laughed, a little sweet, and after a while she was very emotional: "An Lan, I don't care what you are like, you are you, you are Qin Anlan, my husband."

"We are divorced." His voice was dull and kindly reminded her.

She deliberately teased him, rubbing her little hands, "Then I marry Du Yuesheng, OK?"

"Every night, I sleep next to him, and he wants to kiss me and want me, An Lan, should I refuse?" Speaking of the back, he was already humming, because he grabbed her all at once and shook it hard. She hummed softly, saying it hurts.

But her voice was as delicate as Mi, "An Lan, are you OK?"

His face turned dark, "What did you just say? Didn't you just say that I want to come back to you, and now you are going to marry a bad old man?"

He tortured her too much, she could only hum softly, put her face on his shoulder, and hanged weakly for a while.

After a long delay, he raised his head again, "You arranged for the bad old man."

Seeing her is really hateful, he bowed his head and kissed her.

It was the kind of very deep and deep kiss that made her hurt. She clenched his fist on his shoulder, begging desperately...

But he can't let it go...

Lost and recovered is the only thing he missed at this time.

This kiss became intense.

When she regained consciousness, she was pressed against the glass of the French window, lingering.