100% pampering wife: See you on Monday, the wealthy husband

Shen Qianqing pulled the quilt over his chest, exposing his delicate collarbone and round shoulders, his jet-black hair was a little messy scattered on his shoulders, and his bright red lips were slightly red and swollen because of his biting habit last night. Resting, the eyes that were originally dark and bright were now full of luster.

He Yifan's eyes were fixed on Shen Qianqing, the lust in his eyes seemed to be burning, and Xiao Xian also burst out with a familiar hotness.

Damn it, why does he always lose control of her, especially when he looks at her with bewildered eyes, he just wants to press her under him and ravage her several times, he loves her so much with her crying begging for mercy, like last night.

"Is it true that you can't remember?" He Yifan raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't mind helping you think about it again."

He said so, and he did so.

Before Shen Qianqing recovered, he was pressed down by He Yifan, but Shen Qianqing felt a little better through a thin layer of quilt, but this man didn't seem to have any plans to get up, it was really a little bit ……hateful.

The hoarse voice was full of depressive desires, and Shen Qianqing's ears were the most sensitive. He Yifan bit her red earlobe that was about to bleed, and said in a low voice, "Do you remember?"

Shen Qianqing was ashamed and angry. Why is this person like this? She really couldn't remember what He Yifan said last night, but if she said "no" now, did she have any ambiguous hints?

He Yifan gnawed Shen Qianqing's earlobe in a drunken way, and then there were deep and shallow hickey marks on his fair neck: "Have you not remembered yet?"

"He Yifan, don't you want to go to work?" Shen Qianqing avoided He Yifan in shame and annoyance. With continuous **.

Shen Qianqing rubbed back and forth on He Yifan's body because of avoiding left and right, which made He Yifan who was about to be burned with lust even more unbearable. It felt like tiny ants were gnawing at the bottom of his heart In such a sensitive place, he couldn't help but want to eat up the woman under him.

"Woman, if you don't want to be eaten by me, be honest." He Yifan knew that he was playing with fire, he took a deep breath and turned over to lie beside Shen Qianqing, slowly calming down his breathing.

How can I do this in the early morning?

Shen Qianqing clenched her little hands tightly to prevent herself from making any more noises, and at the same time "fired" the man beside her: "You should go to work."

"Ah."

He Yifan's voice was indescribably bewitching, Shen Qianqing's bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, infinitely alluring, He Yifan's eyes darkened, and he kissed Shen Qianqing's lips lightly He left quickly again, frowning tightly, as if he was trying his best to bear it.

"Aren't you going to work?" Sensing the man's shortness of breath, Shen Qianqing said in a low voice like a mosquito, "You should take a shower and go to work..."

"Apart from these two sentences, won't you say anything else?" He Yifan frowned and tilted his head slightly to see the embarrassment on Shen Qianqing's face: "Is it true that you can't remember what happened yesterday?"

Shen Qianqing shook her head honestly, He Yifan's ice face suddenly felt a little helpless, and she couldn't help frowning, is this woman's memory so bad?