The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

"Ah……"

Looking at the girl's clear pupils, a low-pitched smile escaped from Rong Liyuan's throat.

The Adam's apple is squirming, and the voice is like a table that has been rubbed with sandpaper, dark and sultry.

He put his forehead against her smooth forehead and rubbed it gently, "I can't tell that my Yingbao is so playful."

The man's warm breath sprayed on her face, causing heat and itchiness to hit her at the same time.

Mu Changying's face was slightly red, and she blinked her eyes in confusion, "Uh, what?"

After a brief period of confusion, an idea flashed in her mind. Her little face was like a red, watery peach, alluring and delicious.

Her face felt hot, and she pursed her lips to clear out the confusion.

"Ayuan, I don't quite understand what you are talking about..."

Ahhh, why does her dear husband drive when he disagrees with her?

The girl's soft and waxy voice, without any offensive power, was like a little cat's claws gently scratching people.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand it now, I will let you experience it for yourself soon."

Rong Liyuan gently rubbed her forehead, his deep eyes filled with a frightening light, dangerous and charming.

"..."

The men kept saying dirty things. Mu Changying quietly turned around and glanced at Bai Mo, who was driving in front of her. She felt a sense of shame in her heart.

A Yuan was really a bit like a wolf and a tiger today, and her small body couldn't withstand it.

Bai Mo, who was driving in the front, couldn't hear what was going on in the car and only focused on driving the Land Rover.

Although the intimate behavior between the second master and his wife made him feel sour, he was still happy for the second master from the bottom of his heart.

The second master's true feelings finally earned his wife's response.

"Cough cough cough..."

Mu Changying coughed slightly, and the friction when he turned around made the contact between the two more ambiguous, and the sweet smell of love filled the small space.

"A Yuan..."

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him, and stretched out her little hand to push his chest.

Rong Moyuan clasped the back of her head with his big hand and brought it close to her delicate ear.

"Yingbao?"

The intimate gestures between partners, the sweet words of love, every move touches people's heartstrings.

Mu Changying's ears felt itchy and soft, and her neck flinched slightly.

There was a thin mist in her eyes, and she raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, "Believe, believe, I believe..."

There was a price to pay for daring to question A Yuan's ability. She didn't want to suffer from waist pain at all.

"Yingbao is so good."

Rong Liyuan restrained the flames surging in his body and gently stroked her soft hair with his big palm.

"..."

Realizing that he only dared to talk but did not dare to take actual actions, Mu Changying, who was still timid at first, had a cunning light in his eyes.

Her soft body leaned in his arms, and her small hands touched his handsome face.

"A Yuan, are you looking for trouble for yourself?"

Even though he couldn't eat even a morsel of meat, he still kept teasing her.

It was okay for her to sit quietly, but now she was twisting restlessly, and the fire in her heart that was originally extinguished grew crazily.

"I praised you just now, but now you are disobedient." A dark light appeared in Rong Liyuan's eyes.

He won't be able to rectify her on the spot for a while now, but it doesn't matter. He remembers all these accounts and has plenty of time to slowly settle the accounts and communicate with her.

"I'm obviously very obedient, A Yuan, please don't throw dirty water on me casually."

Mu Changying curled her lips and slid her small hand from between his eyebrows to the tall bridge of his nose to his sexy thin lips.