Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Fu Zhiyan's eyes rose beautifully, slightly crimson because of the emotional tide. The originally cold facial features seemed to melt as if the ice and snow were melting, which was outrageous. He slowly pulled out the hand that swept into the girl's back, his dark eyebrows were arrogant and serious, "Han Xiaoye, don't play with fire next time. I As I said, you can't afford the consequences of playing with fire."

   Obviously his thin lips are still red and swollen after the kiss, but his whole body reveals an abstinence temperament. It's obviously a threat and warning, but it makes people want to throw him down.

  Han Xiaoye is a person who never wrongs himself. If he wants it in his heart, his body will execute it immediately. She suddenly stretched out her hand, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and pulled her violently. The man's thin lips pressed against the corner of her mouth. She opened her mouth, and mischievously used the tip of her tongue to describe his beautiful lips, her brows and eyes curved.

  Fu Zhiyan's **** that he had just restrained was like a fire in a prairie. His big hand clasped the girl's slightly thin waist, and suddenly pulled the person into his arms and pressed against him.

  The atmosphere full of men's aggression attacked Han Xiaoye.

   "I said, don't play with fire, the consequences are not something you can bear."

  Han Xiaoye bit his lower lip, his cheeks flushed, but he didn't flinch, "I also said, unfortunately, I like ****."

  Fu Zhiyan's eyes are suddenly deep!

   "You brought it on yourself!"

  Han Xiaoye's body was suspended in the air, and she reflexively hugged the man's neck. Heart beating thumping.

   She is not the silly white sweet in the TV series. Although she has never eaten pork, she often read novels about pigs running in class. In the past, Qiqi also took her to peek at ***.

   This atmosphere, this pose, what happens next is self-evident.

   Although she pretended to be calm, she was actually a little scared in her heart.

   But I finally got this chance. If I don't beat this man, I don't know when the next time will be.

   She gritted her teeth, held back her fear, and did it!

   Now that she has decided to like it, she will do it with all her heart and will not leave behind!

  Han Xiaoye was put on the bed, and Fu Zhiyan leaned on him. Looking at her condescendingly, her handsome face looked like a **** in the light. Suffocating honor!

   "Now admit your mistake, I can let you go."

  "..." Damn, she's all rolled onto the bed, let me go, she's going to let the horse come over!

  Han Xiaoye was already nervous to death. He undoubtedly caused a needle to hang from the **** of the person who was afraid of injections.

Fight!

  She raised her head voluntarily, hooked the man's neck, and kissed...

  The temperature in the room gradually increased, and the air was full of the extravagant smell of men and women. She only felt like a lonely boat drifting in the sea, only drifting with the waves.

"Well--"

  's shoulders were a little cold, and she didn't know when, Fu Zhiyan unbuttoned her collar. The skin came into contact with the air, and a layer of goosebumps appeared because of the temperature difference.

   Not to be outdone, she also took off men's clothes.

   At this moment, her hands were grabbed by the man, raised above her head, and pressed on the pillow!

  She is angry! How can there be such a thing? Isn't this only allowing state officials to set fires and not allowing people to light lamps? She struggled hard, trying to break free from the man's grip. The small mouth took a bite at the man's Adam's apple as if venting his anger.

"Yep……"

  Fu Zhiyan let out a nice murmur.

  Han Xiaoye never knew that a man's moan could be heard to such an extent. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a top ****, like a cat's tail, scratching his heart. Itching to the point of being maddened, yet yearning for more...

  Han Xiaoye's pajama buttons were half unbuttoned, but not a single one of his pajamas was unbuttoned, and it was firmly buttoned to the top of the collar!

  Fu Zhiyan gasped lowly, sweat fell from his perfect silhouette, onto his firm chest, winding all the way to the depths of his ascetic white shirt...

   He suddenly stopped, one hand resting on Han Xiaoye's left side, the other clasping the struggling hands above her head. Those beautiful eyes like jewels in the dark night stared at her deeply.

  ‘Tick! ’

   A drop of sweat ran down his chin and landed on Han Xiaoye's eyelids.

  Han Xiaoye closed his eyes reflexively.

   When she opened it, the charming man had already started to button her chest. The buttons of the pajamas were so large that the man's fingertips would occasionally brush against her small bulging breasts. Fu Zhiyan's temperature is very low, and her high temperature is precisely because of this difference. She could clearly feel every touch.

   Her heart was extremely hot, and she vaguely felt longing. But she didn't know what she was longing for. After all, it was the first time. No matter how daring she was, she would inevitably be a little overwhelmed.

   About three minutes.

   Her pajamas were all buttoned up.

  Han Xiaoye blinked, what happened?

  Fu Zhiyan rolled over from her and let go of the hand holding her.

   "Sorry, I lost control."

   "..." People don't recognize people if they lift their pants, but he doesn't recognize people even if he doesn't take off his pants!

  Han Xiaoye seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water over his head, and the small flame of enthusiasm was ruthlessly crushed. She got up from the bed with a grunt, and shouted angrily: "What's the matter? Can a small chest make you not like this?! Isn't it just a little bit smaller than an ordinary person? Well, more than a little bit. , even if it’s a little smaller. As for you stand up like a monk at a glance? It’s still out of control, why didn’t you tell me that you violated the precepts!”

  What's wrong with small breasts, small **** also have dignity. Don't bring such self-esteem damage.

  Fu Zhiyan's temples jumped, and then he put his left hand on his forehead, and laughed softly as if he was stunned.

   His move undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Han Xiaoye was furious, and a hungry tiger threw him back on the bed. Riding on him, he stared at him viciously, "Why are you laughing? What's so funny! Fu Zhiyan, don't go too far!"

   She ripped open the collar of the man's shirt like a hooligan, showing her teeth and claws like a mad cat. Originally, she wanted to use actual evidence to prove that no matter how small she was, her **** could not be smaller. But his eyes touched the man's firm chest, and the words that were already in his throat were swallowed again.

  What does it mean to be thin in clothes and have a great figure in undressing? This is it!

   It was just a daze time, and the man under him responded quickly. The collar has been pulled up, and the slender and beautiful hands buttoned the shirt. Fu Zhiyan sat up and hugged the person wrapped in his arms away. The previous smile was nowhere to be found, and he regained his arrogant and cold look.

   "It's late, go to bed early."

  Han Xiaoye was depressed and put aside by him, and he couldn't hide his loss. Watching him get up after finishing his clothes, watching him walk to the door with his long legs...