The cute wife turned over and said No to the president!

Chapter 228 The reason why Wen Wan, the little goblin, sent text messages to Zhuang Furong was nothing more than her hope that she could take care of her man and avoid messing around outside, especially her little flower.

She had an intuition, a woman's intuition, which told her that Zhuang Furong also liked Moslow, but this woman was good at hiding and disguising, so she couldn't figure it out at all.

And Zhuang Furong frowned slightly after receiving the text message, staring at the phone screen thoughtfully with bright starry eyes.

Wen Wan came to Diyang slowly, but Moslow hadn't arrived yet.She had no choice but to take a shower first, wrapped in a bathrobe, sat down on the recliner in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, touched the cigarette case, shook out one, and held it to her lips.She leaned back slightly, crossed her long straight legs on the edge of the table, and the silver lighter was turned on with a snap. The sparks ignited and extinguished, extinguished and ignited again, but she did not bring the flame close to the end of the cigarette.

Wen Wan slightly tilted her head, the fire light was reflected in her eyes and formed two balls of flames, burning slowly.

Just when the woman was in a daze, the sound outside the bedroom brought back her drifting thoughts. She didn't get up, but shifted her gaze to the door of the bedroom, then pressed the lighter, brought the flame closer to the end of the cigarette, and held a cigarette in her mouth. The lips of the cigarette butt moved slightly, and a wisp of green smoke curled up.

This is what Moslow saw when he came in. His lazy steps paused slightly, his right hand was raised slightly, holding the tie that had been loosened, and his thick black eyebrows subconsciously frowned. It seems to be fixed here...

Wen Wan still had no intention of getting up, took a puff of smoke, and then grinned at the man, the smile was very charming.

Moslow's brows became tighter and tighter, and he only paused for two seconds before he quickly approached the woman's position, stretched out his long arms, snatched the cigarette from the woman's mouth, bent down and put it out in the ashtray.

Wen Wan immediately sat up straight, and said in a bad tone: "What are you doing?"

"When did it start?" Moslow stood by the recliner and asked the woman condescendingly.

Wen Wan raised her eyes and smiled at the man, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: "What? Boss Mo wants to take care of me if I smoke?"

Moslow's face darkened, and he warned in a cold voice: "I don't like women who smoke. Don't forget your own identity. The duty of a lover is to fall in love with the benefactor! Don't do anything that disgusts me."

Wen Wan stared at the man in silence for a few seconds, then nodded with a smile, and agreed obediently: "Okay." When she got up, she casually threw the lighter in her hand on the table.

Moslow's face softened a little, and the big palm slid across the woman's waist and came directly to the back of the waist. With a light hook, the woman's body was directly attached to the man's body.

The corners of the gentle lips always maintained the smile that should be there. When he noticed that the man lowered his head and wanted to kiss himself, his little hand immediately pushed the man's handsome face away without any trace: "Why are you so anxious? Go take a bath."

"Together?" Moslow raised his eyebrows slightly, biting the woman's earlobe.The woman was very obedient today, but this sudden obedience made him a little uncomfortable.

"I've already washed it." Wen Wan cast a shy glance at the man, and then replied, "I'll wait for you on the bed."

Moslow frowned slightly, always feeling that there was something wrong with this woman, reached out and pinched the woman's face, then pecked lightly on the tip of her nose, and let her go: "Wait for me."

After the man entered the bathroom, Wen Wan went to the living room, counting the time, Zhuang Furong should be here soon.She should come...

Wen Wan actually has nothing in her heart.

After Moslow came out of the bathroom, his wet hair was still dripping. After realizing that the woman was not in the bedroom, he came to the living room while wiping his hair.

Seeing the woman staring at the door in a daze, Moslow frowned puzzled, walked lazily, and came to the woman's side.

"Didn't you say that you were waiting for me on the bed?"

Wen Wan was startled, looked sideways at the man, and smiled with a guilty conscience.

"Do you want to be on the sofa?" Moslow thought so.

After Wen Wan came to her senses, she groaned and was about to get up, but was dragged into his arms by the man.

Wen Wan was sitting on the man's lap at this time, seeing the man buried his head in the crook of her neck, she immediately shivered: "Well, let's go back to the bedroom."

"I think it's good to do it in the living room." Moslow's lips rubbed back and forth on the woman's tender skin.

Noticing that the man's hands had penetrated into the nightgown, he pushed gently: "I like to be in the bedroom."

Moslow's movements paused, and he raised his eyes to stare at the woman. He was stunned for three seconds, and then cursed: "You little troublemaker."

Seeing that the man picked her up and walked towards the bedroom, Wen Wan was still thinking about whether Zhuang Furong would come or not.

Moslow directly threw the woman on the bed, then jumped up, and opened the woman's legs with his knees.

Just when the man's eager kisses fell on her face densely, Wen Wan hurriedly stopped: "Wait...wait..."

Moslow frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

"I... just wait a little longer." Wen Wan smiled awkwardly.

Moslow's brows became tighter, and his tone was a bit unfriendly: "What are you waiting for? Does it depend on a good time to make love?"

Gentle and embarrassing, I thought to myself, it seems that I can't hide tonight.

However, fortunately for Wen Wan, Moslow didn't block her mouth this time, but his actions were still rude.

Holding the bed sheet tightly with both hands, the body was pushed up and down by the man, babbling and yelling.

The man's force was very heavy, it seemed a little deliberate, and he begged for mercy in a gentle way: "Ahh... Take it easy."

"It's not easy."

Wen Wan really wanted to hit the wall, listen, what's the answer?Just pissed off.The little hand loosened slightly, hugged the man's back, and scratched vigorously as if venting his anger, but it resulted in a more violent impact.

"Little fairy." As soon as Moslow finished speaking, the mobile phone beside the bed rang.

"Your phone is ringing." Wen Wan reminded, she thought she was going to be relieved, but she didn't expect the man to ignore her at all, and continued to work hard on her.

"Your phone is ringing, answer it quickly."

"Woman, give me something special!" Moslow patted the woman's ass lightly.

"It's ringing..." Wen Wan tirelessly reminded.

"Then let it ring." The man replied angrily, without stopping.

"You answer the phone..."

In the end, Moslow was really annoyed by the nagging, so he checked the phone, frowned slightly when he saw that the call was from Zhuang Furong, and then picked it up.

"Hello." The man glanced at the woman below him.

"Where are you? Come out and meet up?" Zhuang Furong's voice came from the phone.

Moslow raised his eyebrows, glanced at the two naked people, and then replied, "Is there anything wrong? I'm busy."

"Is the company very busy recently?" Zhuang Furong's voice was full of doubts.

"Well. If there's nothing wrong with it, then..."

Before the man finished speaking, his neck was hooked by a pair of lotus root arms.Wen Wan's chest was heaving violently, she naturally saw the caller ID on the screen of the man's mobile phone, so she put her arms around the man's neck and hummed intentionally: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I can not make it."

Moslow was stunned by the woman's sudden movement at first, and the corners of his lips twitched violently when he realized the woman's intention.

The gentle voice was loud and delicate, it made one's heart itch, and Zhuang Furong over there naturally heard it too, her eyes froze, and she hung up the phone directly.

"Beep beep..." The sound of the phone being hung up came, Moslow threw the phone aside and looked at the woman: "Did you do it on purpose?"

The woman shook her head innocently: "No."

Moslow slammed hard at the woman: "You still say no?"

Wen Wan put her arms around the man's neck and smiled coquettishly: "She is so good that she is also your fiancee, how can you lie? What if she goes to the company to find you? She also said that she is busy?"

But Moslow said again: "I was busy, busy fucking you."

Wen Wan's eyes widened instantly: "You—"

"Easy? Slow down? Are you fucking satisfied?" Moslow bit the woman's lip and cursed: "Or, do you want to seek something different?"

Before Wen Wan could react, she saw that the man had already taken her mobile phone.

"What are you going to do?" Wen Wan was taken aback, and quickly reached out to reach for it, but was blocked by the man.

Moslow directly called Tiantian on Wenwan's mobile phone, then turned on the speakerphone, and threw it aside, and soon Tiantian's voice came from inside: "Wanwan? Just now Miss Zhuang gave me Called, I didn't dare to answer, do you think she will know that you sent her a text message? "

After Wen Wan secretly screamed, she immediately closed her eyes.This is sweet, she said a lot before she even said a word.

With a quick brain turn, Moslow understood why the woman was not normal tonight. Before the woman could stop Tiantian, he bowed his head and blocked her lips, and his movements accelerated and increased.

"Woooooooo..."

Tiantian babbled a lot, only to realize that the other party didn't respond, so she called out tentatively: "Wanwan?"

"Pa-pa-pa--"