Chapter 1358
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A pointless quarrel.
Huarong took a look at the place where his hand was cut by sharp glass fragments, frowned, got out of bed and said, "I'll send someone to deal with the wound for you."
They are not husband and wife, because the quarrel over who gives birth to whom is too inexplicable.
As she passed by, she saw that Feng Jin grasped her wrist with the palm of her hand. Her skin felt the warm blood in his palm, and her uncomfortable cold hair stood up. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "what do you want?"
Then she was grabbed by Feng Jin arm, hard press down on the bed just came down.
The man's bloody palms, hard as iron walls, she felt that his hand bones would be crushed by him.
Huarong's face was buried on the soft bed, and she took a breath of pain. She didn't let herself resist. Fengjin was also a man who had been trained in the special forces. Her meaningless struggle would only hurt her.
She has always been very aware of current affairs.
The air pressure in the room was so low that she didn't make a sound. She let Feng Jin press her on the bed, but she didn't turn her head to see him.
Huarong's eyes are fixed on the window.
Misty rain and fog from the open window blowing in, her mood is also floating, there is no special idea.
Between her and Feng Jin, she couldn't go back for a long time.
She and he should understand this clearly.
If you are a smart person, you should stop loss in time, and don't let yourself waste time on futile things.
In this way, she and Feng Jin are both idiots.
In her ear came the sound of unfastening the iron buckle of her belt. Huarong regained her consciousness. She gave a "shit" sound in her heart. Turning her head, she saw that Fengjin had pulled out her belt and left it on the ground.
What does this fool want!
Finally, she couldn't help kicking him.
Feng Jin grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart directly. His strong waist squeezed into her slender legs, suggestive of obvious.
Huarong gently sucked a mouthful, endured the impulse of kicking him again, and said, "Fengjin, I don't want to do it today."
"But I think," he said
Huarong laughed: "what do you leave me here? I'll find one for you
He bent over to untie the buttons of her jeans. Huarong was not willing to be obedient and struggled.
She has never resisted as much as she does today.
Phoenix brocade does not know what to think, the brow is sinister and ferocious.
His hands clasped her wrists, his knees against her abdomen, the shadow shrouded her whole person like an dissected frog and pressed her on the bed. Her face was red and her eyes were red. She was very angry.
"Fengjin, if you dare to touch me tonight, we are finished." She gasped slightly, her hair disordered, her chin raised to look at his face, her eyebrows cold.
"We're finished long ago." He looked at her and replied without any tone.
Huarong pursed her lips and looked at the man with complicated eyes.
"Get out of here." There was a sense of disgust in her voice, "I said, I don't want to do it."
Feng Jin laughed, and the smile showed a little cold. He raised his hand and gently stroked the corner of her eyes, and rubbed her pink tear mole with his finger belly, "Rong Rong, do you think that I won't be jealous and willingly take you and yanchuxi's two children for you, because I owe you, so you can retaliate against me like this without fear?"
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A pointless quarrel.
Huarong took a look at the place where his hand was cut by sharp glass fragments, frowned, got out of bed and said, "I'll send someone to deal with the wound for you."
They are not husband and wife, because the quarrel over who gives birth to whom is too inexplicable.
As she passed by, she saw that Feng Jin grasped her wrist with the palm of her hand. Her skin felt the warm blood in his palm, and her uncomfortable cold hair stood up. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "what do you want?"
Then she was grabbed by Feng Jin arm, hard press down on the bed just came down.
The man's bloody palms, hard as iron walls, she felt that his hand bones would be crushed by him.
Huarong's face was buried on the soft bed, and she took a breath of pain. She didn't let herself resist. Fengjin was also a man who had been trained in the special forces. Her meaningless struggle would only hurt her.
She has always been very aware of current affairs.
The air pressure in the room was so low that she didn't make a sound. She let Feng Jin press her on the bed, but she didn't turn her head to see him.
Huarong's eyes are fixed on the window.
Misty rain and fog from the open window blowing in, her mood is also floating, there is no special idea.
Between her and Feng Jin, she couldn't go back for a long time.
She and he should understand this clearly.
If you are a smart person, you should stop loss in time, and don't let yourself waste time on futile things.
In this way, she and Feng Jin are both idiots.
In her ear came the sound of unfastening the iron buckle of her belt. Huarong regained her consciousness. She gave a "shit" sound in her heart. Turning her head, she saw that Fengjin had pulled out her belt and left it on the ground.
What does this fool want!
Finally, she couldn't help kicking him.
Feng Jin grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart directly. His strong waist squeezed into her slender legs, suggestive of obvious.
Huarong gently sucked a mouthful, endured the impulse of kicking him again, and said, "Fengjin, I don't want to do it today."
"But I think," he said
Huarong laughed: "what do you leave me here? I'll find one for you
He bent over to untie the buttons of her jeans. Huarong was not willing to be obedient and struggled.
She has never resisted as much as she does today.
Phoenix brocade does not know what to think, the brow is sinister and ferocious.
His hands clasped her wrists, his knees against her abdomen, the shadow shrouded her whole person like an dissected frog and pressed her on the bed. Her face was red and her eyes were red. She was very angry.
"Fengjin, if you dare to touch me tonight, we are finished." She gasped slightly, her hair disordered, her chin raised to look at his face, her eyebrows cold.
"We're finished long ago." He looked at her and replied without any tone.
Huarong pursed her lips and looked at the man with complicated eyes.
"Get out of here." There was a sense of disgust in her voice, "I said, I don't want to do it."
Feng Jin laughed, and the smile showed a little cold. He raised his hand and gently stroked the corner of her eyes, and rubbed her pink tear mole with his finger belly, "Rong Rong, do you think that I won't be jealous and willingly take you and yanchuxi's two children for you, because I owe you, so you can retaliate against me like this without fear?"
A pointless quarrel. Huarong took a look at the place where his hand was cut by sharp glass fragments, frowned, got out of bed and said, "I'll send someone to deal with the wound for you." They are not husband and wife, because the quarrel over who gives birth to whom is too inexplicable. As she passed by, she saw that Feng Jin grasped her wrist with the palm of her hand. Her skin felt the warm blood in his palm, and her uncomfortable cold hair stood up. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "what do you want?" Then she was grabbed by Feng Jin arm, hard press down on the bed just came down. The man's bloody palms, hard as iron walls, she felt that his hand bones would be crushed by him. Huarong's face was buried on the soft bed, and she took a breath of pain. She didn't let herself resist. Fengjin was also a man who had been trained in the special forces. Her meaningless struggle would only hurt her. She has always been very aware of current affairs. The air pressure in the room was so low that she didn't make a sound. She let Feng Jin press her on the bed, but she didn't turn her head to see him. Huarong's eyes are fixed on the window. Misty rain and fog from the open window blowing in, her mood is also floating, there is no special idea. Between her and Feng Jin, she couldn't go back for a long time. She and he should understand this clearly. If you are a smart person, you should stop loss in time, and don't let yourself waste time on futile things. In this way, she and Feng Jin are both idiots. In her ear came the sound of unfastening the iron buckle of her belt. Huarong regained her consciousness. She gave a "shit" sound in her heart. Turning her head, she saw that Fengjin had pulled out her belt and left it on the ground. What does this fool want! Finally, she couldn't help kicking him. Feng Jin grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart directly. His strong waist squeezed into her slender legs, suggestive of obvious. Huarong gently sucked a mouthful, endured the impulse of kicking him again, and said, "Fengjin, I don't want to do it today." "But I think," he said Huarong laughed: "what do you leave me here? I'll find one for you He bent over to untie the buttons of her jeans. Huarong was not willing to be obedient and struggled. She has never resisted as much as she does today. Phoenix brocade does not know what to think, the brow is sinister and ferocious. His hands clasped her wrists, his knees against her abdomen, the shadow shrouded her whole person like an dissected frog and pressed her on the bed. Her face was red and her eyes were red. She was very angry. "Fengjin, if you dare to touch me tonight, we are finished." She gasped slightly, her hair disordered, her chin raised to look at his face, her eyebrows cold. "We're finished long ago." He looked at her and replied without any tone. Huarong pursed her lips and looked at the man with complicated eyes. "Get out of here." There was a sense of disgust in her voice, "I said, I don't want to do it." Feng Jin laughed, and the smile showed a little cold. He raised his hand and gently stroked the corner of her eyes, and rubbed her pink tear mole with his finger belly, "Rong Rong, do you think that I won't be jealous and willingly take you and yanchuxi's two children for you, because I owe you, so you can retaliate against me like this without fear?"
