Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Ah...” Song Jiuyue was devastated, chest ache, a scream and passed out.

“Take her away.” Gu Jianxiao said coldly that the tone, like that of an emperor, was full of dignity that one had to obey.

The guards quickly dragged Song Jiuyue down.

Song Fengxiao looked at Song Jiuyue in her designed dress and frowned slightly, if he thought about it.

Poor woman...

Song Lixie is not a harsh woman. If the other party doesn't mess with her, she won't fight back.

She really can't be a sick cat and let them bully her.

In previous life, in the Queen's Palace, facing Oriental Xuan's love for the Queen, facing the Queen's bullying, in order to survive.

She endured a lot of pain for a long time.

And finally, what happened to her isn't dead?

Now, she will never tolerate anything again!

After Song Jiuyue was dragged down, the scene was still quiet.

The media came forward to interview Song Wuxi.

The media that came to the scene came from all countries, and when asking Song no worries, it was also in his own national language.

Other than the language of K, Song Wuxi doesn't understand anything.

In the face of their questioning like machine guns, Song Li Xiao said very well, but the beautiful face appeared completely obscure.

Gu Zheng leaned over, hugged her, smiled softly at the media and said in low, standard English: “My wife went to school thinking only of love, foreign languages, she did not know. ”

The man's delicate face is as meticulously carved and unmatched.

Those clear eyes were like jades, dark as ink, with a shallow smile.

Journalists look like idiots. A perfect Oriental man!

When his wife went to school thinking only of love, her eyes were gentle and spoiled.

It was accompanied by a low, magnetic voice that struck the hearts of women with words.

Why, good men are other people's husbands?

Gu Yan dealt with the media for a while, then left the scene with no worries about Song.

And this time the champion, naturally, fell on Song Feng.

Although, she didn't compete, the piece, almost universally known, was designed by her.

It's 2: 00 in the morning to leave the scene and return to their hotel.

“Wash and sleep.” Gu Zheng hugged Song from behind, his chest resting firmly on her back.

Song has no worries, “What did you just tell the reporter? ”

“Say I love you. ”

“Unbelievable. ”

“They asked me what I liked about you. ”

Song Wuoxiao asked: “What did you answer? ”

Gu Zheng's hands gently pressed against her belly.

The cold lips flattened against her earlobes and a low voice rang in her ear: "I said, I like you at three. ”

Song asked without concern: "Which three points? ”

Gu Jiao's palm rolled like a fire.

Move up slowly.

Song has no worries like a deer collision.

Ultimately, his palm covered her lunar hunger, wickedly snapping her lips: “Both points. ”

“…” is so sweet.

These three words, like magic, listened to Song's worry-free ears, made her heart tremble hard.

Crispy, numb, soft resting on his fine chest.

“And this.” He swims to her quickly with one hand.

Song Li's cheek was shameless and his breathing was a little disturbed. “Is that what you told the reporter? ”

“Can't you?” Gu Zhuang's crude arm circled her lunar Hungarian, his other hand wandered around her small belly and tightly trapped her in her arms.