Chapter 89: The Emperor's Hidden Marriage

Bai Weiwei was confused and grabbed his arm with both hands and pressed him against the door panel. She picked up her toes and raised her head like a beautiful and proud swan, desperate to chase the warmth she wanted.

He Po An's nose is her breath, her body's taste, her intense heartbeat, and her soft body.

Everything is done, and it will come.

[Hey, the male owner is half-hearted. 】

He Boan was lost in the taste of this woman for a second, but he soon became awake, and he seemed to want to understand what he wanted.

The anger is like a violent storm, rushing to his mind.

He pushed away Bai Weiwei. "You gave me enough."

Bai Weiwei was pushed away, and the whole fell to the ground, groaning weakly.

He Poan rubbed her lips with force, as if she could wipe her taste away.

He said disgustedly: "Do you think that temptation will make me fall in love with you? Even if the woman under the sun is dead, I will not touch you."

Bai Weiwei is still squatting, motionless.

He Poan stared at her, "Bai Weiwei, don't play tricks any more, don't let me look down on you more."

Bai Weiwei is very quiet.

He Poan noticed that something was wrong. He walked over and kicked Bai Weiwei with his foot. "Hey, woman, don't pretend to die."

System: "The trough, the host you have been kicked."

Bai Weiwei, who is fainted: "How has this character been smashed into death?"

He Poan squatted, opened her long hair covering her face, and found that Bai Weiwei frowned and her cheeks were not red.

Have a fever?

He looked at her face and knew that her temperature was not normal.

He Poan immediately took out his mobile phone and called his assistant, "Kom, give me..."

His voice suddenly stopped, because Bai Weiwei wore silk pajamas, and when she was unable to lie on the ground, half of her white shoulders were exposed.

The thick black long hair spreads over the ground, and the white delicate skin is filled with a touch of powder, giving a charming style.

Such a white Wei Wei, different from the white Wei Wei he usually saw, he has never seen her so fragile and delicate side.

Xiaomu said: "Ang, what happened? It has been an hour, and the director said whether to continue."

He Po'an hesitated for a few seconds before he said, "Let's play again this evening, you will let them work, I... take a break."

Xiaomu didn't think much about it. He Poan had not rested for two days and two nights. It should be a break.

He immediately agreed to it.

He Poan hung up the phone and his face was even more ugly. He should throw her to the assistant, and she would be afraid that she would be taken advantage of it?

What does he care about this woman?

He Po'an was full of anger, and there were two months left. It doesn't matter if he endures.

He reached out and picked up Bai Weiwei, holding her for the second time, and still losing weight to his frown.

But when he was angry, he owed it and couldn’t help but say the opposite. "It’s the same as a pig."

The system immediately complained: "Host, he hurts you."

Bai Weiwei: "I can't afford to watch today. I can't afford him to climb tomorrow."

He Poan threw her on the bed and reached out and rubbed her forehead. The high fever did not retreat. He was cold and cold. "It’s good to burn."

That is to say, but he still turned the medicine chest, looking for antipyretics, directly into the mouth of Bai Weiwei, rude and hard, just like dealing with the killing of the enemy.

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(End of this chapter)