His tall figure approached her, threw her wall between the walls, lowered her voice and said to her ear, "I don't want to occupy your house, I just want to occupy your body..."

The gloomy eyes swept down her tall chest from her beautiful white cheeks, her slender waist, slender legs, and finally her eyes fell between her legs, "Cheng Yingxuan, we haven't done it for several days. ……I want you……"

Almost only her audible voice was so **** that her bones were crisp.

Xiao Bao was a little tired, stepped into the bedroom first, and the maid stood at the door without changing his face.

Cheng Yingxuan blushed tenderly, reaching out to push away his tall and sturdy body. His body was as strong as a mountain, and she had to slap her face, "Keep off!"

He lowered his head and sucked on her tender red lips, and praised, "It tastes so sweet."

She flicked his knife at him angrily.

Not only did he not be angry, but instead his lips curled up in a pleasant arc, letting out a low, hoarse laugh.

As she leaned over and drilled out of his armpit, she walked into the house awkwardly.

The male maid took the suitcase of Cheng Yingxuan held in Yan Shiting's hand and entered the room to put it in. When the luggage was sorted out, he brewed tea and cut a plate of fruit.

Cheng Yingxuan slipped around in the kitchen at home. She remembered that there were no teas or fruits at home.

Aunt Wang, her nanny, is also on holiday.

There are all kinds of food in the refrigerator, which must have been bought by Yan Shiting.

Really regard this as his home!

She walked to the bedroom, and even more annoying was seeing Yan Shiting's clothes neatly hung in the cupboard, and walking to the living room to see Yan Shiting sitting leisurely on the sofa and tasting tea, "Yan Shiting, what the **** do you mean!"

He took a box of cigar cigarettes out of his pocket, lit a cigarette, took a sip, and the curled ring of smoke fluttered in the living room. "You still have to ask, this is my home."

The cold male voice has an irresistible hegemony, proclaiming sovereignty in one sentence.

She gritted her teeth and stressed, "This is my home, not yours!"

"Even you are mine, so clear?" Looking at her excited look, a narrow smile flickered in his sharp eyes.

She grabbed a pot of small fairy **** on the TV cabinet and prepared to hit him.

He sat steadily in the Taishan Mountains, without any fear of her being smashed.

She also raised a gesture and stared at the small potted plant for a second. This is the little fairy ball that her family Xiaobao personally planted, or don't destroy her son's belongings.

The water-like eyes glanced towards Yan Shiting, imagining his cold face, the handsome face without the mask pinned by the fairy ball, she couldn't help but chuckled and laughed.

Yan Shiting's scalp was numb by her weird eyes. How did she feel that she was fantasizing something that was bad for him?

"Cheng Yingxuan, what are you thinking?" He narrowed his eyes.

She restrained her laugh and put the fairy ball back on the TV cabinet. "It's nothing. You have also been a guest at my house. You can go."

He didn't hear it directly.

She came to him, grabbed his arm, and wanted to drag him out...

The maid stood aside, bowed slightly, and squeezed cold sweat for her. The young master was willing to live here. It was her honor. She was still rushing...

Dare to do so to the young master, that is to find his own way, he hesitated whether to remind.

It has long been heard that Young Master spoiled Cheng Yingxuan extraordinarily.