My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Lu raised his swan-like pink neck and gasped. She was dying of thirst. She could feel the enthusiasm and exhilaration of a man on her body. He was purely exasperated and had no pity for the jade, but she was so despicable that she loved him so badly.

“What are you wearing? Green hats are not so easy to wear. I've grown your appetite. Normal men can't satisfy you! Azure, Azure, call me. ”

Lu Jing did not have the ability to recruit, she was finely shredded, unable to stand the man's wrangling, eventually defeated, “Husband, um, husband! ”

“Louder, I like to hear it! ”

……

The next morning, Lu Zheng slowly opened his eyes.

She looked over her head at the crystal chandelier and took a few seconds to figure out she was home.

Headache, probably the reason for the hangover last night, Lu Zheng covered his head with a small hand and sat up slowly.

Suddenly, she remembered some clips…

Last night, she seemed to have sex with Yoon Zhicheng, and it was a fierce one!

Lu Zheng glared at her eyes. She looked at her body with her eyes open. She also wore the short red dress, nothing unusual.

The sheets are also tidy, no mess at all and no signs of passion.

Lu Zheng shot herself in the head. Did she have a spring dream last night?

Probably.

Yoon Zhicheng doesn't even know where he is right now. She probably misses him too much.

Lu Jiao lifted the quilt and got out of bed. When her feet landed on the floor, her brain became wooden and her legs... seemed to feel a little...

She's not around, she hasn't done it, she probably feels like she was sleeping last night.

However, it was not obvious, there was no discomfort, she could not be sure, to blame only Yoon Zhicheng, he happened too quickly, they rolled the sheets very few times.

She's not that experienced.

Lu Jie feels a little nervous. Everything here is very neat. It doesn't look like she rolled over the sheets, and Yoon Zhicheng won't roll with her.

No other man can come in, there's a bodyguard outside the apartment, there's an alarm inside, there won't be any flower thieves who won't be afraid to come in and fuck her.

Lu Zheng pulled out his thin leg and washed himself in the bathroom.

Standing in front of the sink, Lu Zheng looked at herself in the mirror. She did not paint her powder, but a little face was red and puffy. It looked like a rose flower moistened by a man.

Where does she look like a widower?

Lu condensed her long eyelashes. I don't know if it is time for Yin Zhicheng to lose her husband, or if she is happy, she still looks like a teenage girl.

However, last night's scene was very real...

Thinking about it, she had a little blush, did she... react?

Yoon Zhicheng tortured her in her dream last night and said nasty things to her. She admitted that she loved it.

Yoon Zhicheng, this demon.

At this time, the knock of ”knock” sounded, Ning Qing's mommy was outside the door, “Azure, Azure, are you awake? ”

Lu Jie quickly looked back, "Mommy, here I come, I'm washing up. ”

……

When Lu Zheng went downstairs, there was already plenty of breakfast on the table, all prepared by Mommy Ning Qing herself.

“Mommy, you're so nice to me.” Lu Jing ran into the kitchen and hugged Ning Qing's mom hard from behind. She buried her head and smelled her smell. It smelled so warm, just like when she was a kid.

Mommy Ning Qing still has the pot in her hand. The years have always been extra loving for such a beautiful woman. She grew more elegant and tender, and she was dressed like a bathing halo.