The Young Master’s Bride

Chu Baiqing looked at his third brother and his future nephew, and this posture was too ambiguous, right?

Third brother doesn't like women to approach him, everyone knows.

But at this time, he did not push the woman down...

Chu Baiqing immediately got up with a sense of interest and left the private room. She really became sexually interested.

"Throw in your arms? Do this often?" The angry voice was suppressed, with a deep displeasure.

"I want to say that my feet slipped, do you think Mr. Li?" Ye Qingge smiled awkwardly, which was naturally coquettish.

The two of them were close to each other, Ye Qingge could clearly feel that something under her knees was slowly changing.

"Drinking?" The strong smell of alcohol lingered in his breath, causing Li Beichen's eyes to immediately become cold.

"People who don't drink here are either not weaned or sick!"

With an enchanting smile, Ye Qingge meant something, and he was annoyed that he was not yet at the two bottles of Lafite in 82 years.

"Do you have milk?"

The words spoken with a scorching breath, impartially swooped on the two soft **** of Ye Qingge.

Her body trembled involuntarily.

Ye Qingge did not expect that Li Beichen's whole body was full of abstinence, but he was so embarrassed.

The big palm suddenly clasped the back of her head, pressing down hard...

It feels so good...

"Or are you sick here? Huh?" Li Beichen clasped the palm of Ye Qingge's head, and used a few more points.

Did he mean her brain is sick?

Li Beichen's word um with a rising end sound caused Ye Qingge's heart to stop suddenly.

In the panic of her thoughts, Ye Qingge realized that the scorching breath on her chest came from Li Beichen's nose and mouth.

The posture between them must be as ambiguous as it is | ambiguous| ambiguous.

"President Li, please respect yourself!"

Ye Qingge struggled to escape, but couldn't.

"Is this strength strong enough?" The big vigorous palms suddenly supported Ye Qingge's buttocks and squeezed it hard.

The man's palm was like a hot soldering iron, making Ye Qingge afraid to move!

This man is so evil and mad.

He knew that she was his nephew's fiancée, who was ordered by Li Lao, and she was so unscrupulous.

He didn't take her seriously, so why should she let him take advantage of her, and then ask her to be proud.

She Ye Qingge was never easy to bully.

He took a bite on Li Beichen's neck with his head sideways. It was not enough to see blood, but there were blood marks.

"Hiss!" Li Beichen snorted, his eyes instantly turning cold, revealing danger.

"This strength is enough!" The words spoken with a fierce force, enchanting and charming.

It turned out that it was just a little wild cat scratching people, pretending to be cute with the old man, saying that she was not easy.

"Almost!" As he spoke, Li Beichen's big palm clasped Ye Qingge's head.

Bring her lips to her own mouth, pry open strongly and domineeringly, and entangle him domineeringly.

She vowed to take away all the breath in her mouth, and let her taste his taste.

Ye Qingge's brain throbbed, this strange and familiar feeling.

Suddenly, it reminded her of the night five years ago...

Crazy|Wild, stubborn, fierce, dangerous...

"Focus on me!"

Feeling the woman's distraction in his arms, Li Beichen gave a cold warning.

Her lips and tongue are sweet and soft, making people want to stop.

Ye Qingge was also instantly sober after being reprimanded by Li Beichen in such a low voice.