Vicious male mate raises cubs online

The two big bottles of happy fat house water were eventually forgotten in the rear compartment of Bugatti.

Tan Qing happily hugged her family bucket, followed He Mingyu into the elevator super obediently, and returned to He Mingyu's exclusive suite in the hotel.

This hotel is some distance away from the film and television base, and the privacy is very good. There will never be any sneak shots like the hotels in the film and television base.

The general manager of the hotel personally sent the two of them to the door of the room, and expressed very warmly that they could ask for any service at any time.

At that time, Tan Qing quickly ran into the house with her fried chicken in her arms.

Only He Mingyu was left thinking at the door for a few seconds, before explaining a few words to the general manager of the hotel without changing his face.

Hotel Manager: "..."

The hotel manager suppressed the shock in his heart, and didn't dare to take another look at Tan Qing who ran into the room, and quickly said: "Don't worry, Director He, I'll do it right away."

He Mingyu nodded, then turned and entered the room.

Tan Qing has already nestled openly on the big sofa in the center of the presidential suite.

He crossed his legs, hugged one of the two family buckets into his arms, and was earnestly unwrapping the plastic bag to eat.

He Mingyu closed the door, walked to Tan Qing and sat down, brought the family bucket over: "Go and wash your hands before eating."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing sniffed, and looked eagerly at her chicken legs, chicken wings.

Then, aggrieved, he jumped off the sofa and walked towards the bathroom.

He Mingyu said again: "Come here and put on your slippers, be obedient."

Tan Qing: "..."

Humans really.

Very nasty!

Tan Qing ran back angrily.

Putting on the slippers, he walked to the bathroom with a patter, washed and scrubbed very perfunctorily, took out a piece of paper and wiped it casually, and slipped towards his fried chicken expectantly.

However, as soon as he walked out of the bathroom, he heard a knock on the door of the room: "Hello, room service."

Tan Qing happened to be not far from the door, walked over and opened the door curiously.

Standing at the door was the general manager of the hotel who had sent him and He Mingyu in just now.

The manager in a black professional suit personally pushed a small dining car.

There is a row of beer on the left side of the first floor of the dining car, and two bottles of red wine in exquisite packaging on the other side.

Seeing that it was Tan Qing, the general manager of the hotel smiled politely: "Mr. Tan, is Mr. He here?"

Tan Qing glanced at the central living room which was quite far away: "He's here, but if you bring wine, just give it to me!"

The general manager bowed to Tan Qing humbly: "It's like this, Mr. Tan, we stipulate that the person who signs for the room service and the person who placed the order must be the same."

Tan Qing, who had never ordered room service before, was easily limped by the fool: "Oh oh, let me call him for you! Just wait!"

Tan Qing ran from the door of the room to the living room with little slippers on, happily hugged He Mingyu's arm: "My wine is here, the manager asked you to get it!"

He Mingyu's eyes stopped for a few seconds on Tan Qing's fingertips on his arm: "Yes."

Tan Qing urged him restlessly: "Go, go!"

He Mingyu was pulled to stand up from the sofa, and pushed the family bucket just now in front of Tan Qing: "The bag is untied, eat a piece first when you are hungry."

Tan Qing jumped on the sofa cheerfully, stretched her arms over her head, and gave He Mingyu a big heart: "I love you!"

The weather has just turned into spring, and Tan Qing is only wearing a simple sweater after changing clothes from the crew.

And because of the action of reaching up to compare his heart just now, the hem of the sweater was pulled up a long way by Tan Qing.

The white and tender skin around the waist was exposed.

He Mingyu's gaze flicked past Tan Qing's waist, and when he turned around and walked towards the gate, his expression had completely darkened.

The hotel manager waited patiently in front of the door.

Seeing that He Mingyu finally came over, he immediately said respectfully: "Director He, this is the wine you ordered. The wine utensils have also been prepared for you."

He Mingyu casually picked up a bottle of red wine beside him, looked at the reading, and nodded slightly: "What about the other things?"

manager:"……"

The general manager of the hotel took great pains to dig out these two bottles of stock, lest this important shareholder would be dissatisfied.

But now it seems.

What the honored guest in front of him values ​​most is not wine at all——

The manager handed the wine to He Mingyu in trepidation, opened the partition on the second floor of the dining car with some trepidation, and lowered his voice at the same time: "He Dong, I found the brand of the cover for you, but the lubricant brand you specified is too expensive here. No, I can only change it to another one for you... If you think it’s not working, we’ll send someone to the next city to buy it right away!”

He Mingyu lowered his head, took out the lubricant from the second layer to have a look, put it back again, and said softly: "This brand is also fine, hard work."

Manager: "It's not hard, it's not hard! Do you need me to push the dining car in for you?"

He Mingyu shook his head: "No, thank you."

manager:"……"

The general manager of the hotel watched helplessly as He Mingyu neatly arranged the lubricant and cover boxes, then pulled the partition on the second floor of the dining car, and pushed the wine on the first floor into the room as if nothing had happened.

A whole box of covers.

An imported lubricant with special effects to prolong sensitivity.

For a moment, I was worried about the ignorant, well-behaved and good-looking gentleman in the room holding the family bucket.

However, due to the power of capitalist money, they dare not open their mouths.

The hotel manager left with tortured conscience.

He Mingyu pushed the dining car from the door of the room to the living room in the center, unpacked a bottle of red wine, took a can of beer, and frowned solemnly: "The beer is cold, let's drink it later."

Tan Qing, who was sitting on the sofa while looking at the mobile phone and eating with oily mouth, waved the chicken wings in his hand: "No! Qingqing wants to drink ice!"

When the sun was setting, the light in the room was no longer so warm.

The slanting light reflected on Tan Qing's charming and beautiful side face, making it look extraordinarily alluring and innocent.

Again.

Seduce every time, but never want to be responsible.

The darkness in He Mingyu's eyes became deeper and deeper, and even his throat became extremely dry.

Probably because the person standing opposite didn't speak for a long time.

Tan Qing looked up and shouted greedily: "He Mingyu?"

He Mingyu came back to his senses, walked to Tan Qing's side, and opened the can of beer.

I took a big sip first, then put the rest in front of Tan Qing, and said in a very serious voice: "It's not too cold, drink slowly."

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

Although I always felt that something was a little strange, but Tan Qing didn't find the problem for a while.

So he obediently picked up the bottle of beer that He Mingyu handed over, took a sip happily, and took another sip.

Wow.

Delicious!

Tan Qing sips beer and fried chicken, narrowing her happy eyes.

Soon, half a box of beer went down after a pint of beer.

Tan Qing's face was stained with a touch of red, like rouge that had faded away.

He Mingyu took out a wet towel, wrapped it around Tan Qing's waist, and wiped his mouth for him: "Is it delicious?"

Tan Qing nestled in He Mingyu's arms, rubbing He Mingyu's luxury shirt with a pair of oily hands, her moist eyes were a little dazed, and she said obediently: "It's delicious!"

He Mingyu lowered his head and kissed Tanqing's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Would you like some red wine?"

The sixth sense from small animals makes Tan Qing always feel that the scene in front of him is not quite right.

But greedy.

Tan Qing, who was repeatedly probing on the edge of the trap, stretched out a finger under the last trace of rational control, licked his lips and said, "Just, just take a sip!"

He Mingyu hummed, and completely hugged Tan Qing, who had no resistance at all, into his arms: "Okay, just have a drink."

Tan Qing: "Huh..."

The drunk Tan Qing watched He Mingyu cork the red wine, and the rose-red wine fell into the goblet along the side of the goblet.

A full glass.

The rose red turned into a raven red.

He Mingyu put down the red wine bottle, picked up the goblet, and took a sip himself first.

Then slow down and stop for a few seconds as if tasting wine.

Lured by He Mingyu, Tan Qing tugged at his sleeve, and hurriedly said, "Well, is it good?"

He Mingyu hooked the corner of his mouth lightly, his voice became hoarse at some point: "It's delicious. Do you want to drink it?"

Under the coaxing and deception of the capitalists.

Two KFC family buckets were eaten in bits and pieces.

One and a half bottles of two bottles of red wine were placed.

A draft of cold beer and only the last two cans left.

Tan Qing was so weak that she couldn't lift any strength, and was held in He Mingyu's arms.

The two walked into the large inner bedroom together.

The afterglow of the setting sun has completely dissipated.

The curtains in the big bedroom were covered, only the dim lights flickered, outlining an indescribable ambiguity.

Tan Qing, who was soft into mud, was put on the bed by He Mingyu, and before he could turn around, he was pushed into the water bed again.

Tan Qing, who was suppressed by all kinds of meat and vegetables, was sluggish for a long time before slowly raising his head and meeting He Mingyu's gaze.

He glanced at He Mingyu for a while, and then remembered as if belatedly: "That's right... I just saw on Weibo that you were discussing the matter of beating up that rich second generation..."

He Mingyu's movements paused, and he said, "Are you worried?"

Tan Qing was pressed down and couldn't escape or break free, so she kicked her legs uselessly and said honestly: "Oh, forget it... If the police come to arrest you, I will protect you."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu was a little helpless: "It's just a dislocation, I'm going to do it properly, don't worry."

Tan Qing blinked: "That's right."

Mixing red wine and beer has always had great stamina.

The two quarreled on the bed for a while.

Tan Qing's consciousness is no longer sober.

Tan Qing, who was a little uncomfortable being fed, struggled to move her body, stretched out her hand to grab her clothes: "He Mingyu...I'm so hot..."

He Mingyu leaned on Tan Qing, allowing him to take off his clothes.

Then leaned over and touched Tan Qing's sweaty hair: "It won't be hot after taking it off."

The air conditioner in the bedroom of the suite was on just the right temperature.

Tan Qing was coaxed and tricked by He Mingyu little by little to turn herself into a bare commander, and she huddled under the man aggrieved, sniffing, and said sadly: "You're lying, it's still hot..."

With a hoarse voice, He Mingyu pressed Tan Qing's hand on the head of the bed: "Hey, it won't be hot if you sweat. Okay?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing, who was dizzy from being poured, opened his moist eyes at a loss, and looked at He Mingyu innocently and helplessly.

It seems to understand, and it seems not to understand.

He Mingyu kissed Tan Qing's wet lips, and said softly, "Come on, separate your legs."

Tan Qing was lying on the water bed as soft as noodles, her clothes were pulled up, revealing a slender waistline.

No matter what posture He Mingyu puts him into.

Be opened up.

Greased well.

He Mingyu's breathing was low and hot, and it burned Tan Qing's ear so that he trembled uneasy.

After being drunk, Tan Qing subconsciously wanted to shrink back out of a desire to survive, but was easily caught by He Mingyu, and kissed her face softly.

"It's about to start, Qingqing."

He Mingyu and Tan Qing intertwined their fingers and were about to move their chopsticks.

The screen of the mobile phone that was randomly placed on the bedside table suddenly lit up.

A video call came through.

in the video screen.

The chubby Tan Jiji was held in Liao Xian's arms.

The pink and tender steamed stuffed bun face was curiously leaning in front of the screen, and the small mouth was spitting out bubbles one by one.

The shape of the mouth seems to be shouting——

Baba.