Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

As a man, Ye Mubai actually prefers this kind of Wen Yuan.

He buttoned her waist and fed her another glass of red wine. When she was lying weakly on his shoulder, he forced him to ask: ‘You used to know Bai Jingxuan? ’

Wen Yuan looked at him with a particularly silly smile on his face.

She closed her eyes and sighed softly: "He is my student. He is the most handsome student I have ever taught."

Ye Mubai moved his finger to her neck and held it dangerously: "Wen Yuan!"

She smiled lightly, stupidly, and then put her arms around his neck and tilted her head like a little girl: "Ye Mubai, are you jealous?"

With a cold face, he wanted to move her away: "What do you think?"

She still laughed and whispered at the corner of his mouth, "I used to call him Xiaobai, and his face blushed when I called him Xiaobai."

Because his surname is Bai, he has the same word as the person she likes.

That’s why I remember it!

Wen Yuan thought vaguely and recalled that period of bitter love, but Ye Mubai thought she was thinking about that little white face, and bit in her neck angrily, meaning punishment.

Wen Yuan put his arms around his neck, his voice a little low, "Are you angry?"

He did not speak, and kissed her against the bar, so strong that she wanted to cry.

Ye Mubai's voice was in her ears, low and dumb: "Wen Yuan, you are not allowed to see him in the future."

Wen Yuan was drunk, but now she had some clarity again, she smiled, "What if I see you? Don't let me go out to work, and lock me up again?"

He held her with one hand, carried her to the bed, and threw her down.

She was bounced and finally fell on the soft bed.

Her black hair was spread on the white bed sheet, which looked extravagant and seductive, not to mention that she was wearing the clothes he chose for her, which was very sexy.

He slowly covered it and whispered in her ear: "Wen Yuan, men buy clothes for women, they are used to tear them."

He was terribly violent, probably after he came out of Bai Jingxuan, the nearly 40-year-old nightclub had a big crisis. In terms of appearance and family background and ability, he was better than Bai Jingxuan, but the surname Bai was only 24 years old! ! !

The same age as a little milk dog! ! !

Ten years younger than Wen Yuan, but follow Wen Yuan like a little milk dog, admiring Wen Yuan.

If he didn't come on a whim today, would there be a nice-looking little milk dog following Wen Yuan all the time, Wen Yuan would dangle over when he was in class, call her Teacher Wen, and find a chance to get close to her.

The more Ye Mubai thinks about it, the less he feels it. The more he tossed Wen Yuan, looking at her unbearable expression, he leaned in her ear, "Have you ever thought of doing it with that little wolf dog? There is no such hair. Can a long man satisfy you? Can you know what kind of posture you like?"

Wen Yuan flicked his black hair and bit his lip: ‘Stop talking. ’

"Why don't you say it, your heart is guilty?" He clasped her hand, terribly strong, Ying Ting's face was full of gloom, forcing her.

Wen Yuan had already been squeezed out by him, biting his lips, his nose was red from crying.

He took a bite on her nose in annoyance, "Is it because you have contact with him, so you have to go to school to go to school, so you can date him, eh?"

Falling into a middle-aged dangerous nightclub, facing a 24-year-old little milk dog extremely unconfident, he still pressed her and reached for her mobile phone...