My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Lu Zheng glanced and Yin Zhigong stood by the door.

What's he doing here?

“Oh, it's not cold.” Lu answered with a condensed sentence and then dropped the cup, intending to leave the kitchen and this man.

But when she walked to the door, a strong arm crossed out and blocked her way.

“What are you doing?” Lu Jie twisted his eyebrows.

In the kitchen there was a dusk wall lamp, a man's cold eyes gleaming in the light, and he looked at her beautiful and moving face, lowering his voice, "Shout... cold... listen, eh? ”

He remarked carelessly.

Lu Jie's eyes widened. What's wrong with this man? "What are you talking about? Get out of the way, I'm going out! ”

Not only did Yin Zhicheng not let him, but he pulled his long leg toward Lu Zheng, “Lu, Zhou, Yin Sanjia is a sociopath. I can understand your call safely, but why don't you call me by my name. Of course, you will call me by my name when you are angry, but now call me by the cold, I want to hear it. ”

Lu Zheng's soft back hit the vertical refrigerator. She found herself irrevocable. “What does my name have to do with you? Why should I call you... ah! ”

Her tiny jaw was snapped by a man with two fingers.

Lu Jie felt like the skin he had touched was burned. She quickly reached out and pushed him, “Why do you keep doing it? Don't touch me! ”

“You have such a sharp mouth that you can bite me every time I want to block your voice.” Yin Zhicheng bent down and kissed her red lips.

Lu Zheng seemed not to breathe. There was a voice in her ear constantly telling her that Yoon Zhicheng had kissed her. She had been kissed by Yoon Zhicheng!

There was an increasing force on his lips, he was moaning, and then he opened his mouth gently to allow it. Lu Jie shouted, "Son of a bitch, let go of me, don't kiss me! ”

She hammered him with a pink fist.

Yoon Zhicheng stretched out a large palm and gently clasped her two small hands behind him. He lifted slightly. Lu Jie was forced to lift his chest and greeted him with a kiss.

As the man pressed up, he pressed his hard, wide chest against her soft chest, then extended his long tongue to clasp her teeth.

Lu Jie quickly bit his teeth and refused to let him in.

“Bang”, Yin Zhicheng slapped her in the ass.

“Ah," Lu Jing screamed.

But after the scream, she regretted it because the man came in while she was talking.

Lu Jie's brain “blew up" and she remembered that many years ago, Yin Linger was ashamed to tell her that Ping An Ge Ge had stretched her tongue...

Growing up, Lu Zheng also gradually understood that this was probably a kiss, but she had not been kissed, she had not even had a boyfriend.

Now, she was kissed like that by Yoon Zhicheng.

He kissed very skillfully, exploring slowly in her mouth, difficult when tangled with her tongue, when she resisted hiding, he hooked her up to not allow her to retreat, which is probably what the book says about tenderness without losing hegemony.

Lu Zheng's legs are soft and slide straight to the ground.

Yin Zhicheng loosened her hand in time, then held her Yang Liu-like barbaric waist, his palm grabbed her thin sweatshirt and touched it inside.

The two breathed and intertwined, Lu Zheng didn't even have the strength to stand up straight. She was numb and crisp, and she knew that she had a physiological reaction in his tease.

No matter how much she resisted him, her body was so uncontrolled and real, he thought it was really skillful, and Linger said it was a myriad of readers.