...A pair of bright big eyes stared at him coquettishly.

Ji Yicheng was happy, and the pleasure of being pleased turned into the most direct action. He held her pink buttocks with one hand, pressed her back of her head with the other hand, accurately grasped the plump lips, and picked up the tip of his tongue, pried open his teeth with great ease.

A deep throat kiss filled with seduction...

He stroked her cheeks, with a watercolor-like redness. The delicate touch of satin under his fingertips lingered. He smiled like a cat stealing fishy fishy, ​​with a look of a villain showing off. He held her hand and kissed her lips one by one, always feeling his heart full and warm.

"Shameless." She deliberately glared at him and scolded him. She was obviously a big bad wolf, and no matter how she wore sheep's clothing, she would never become a little sheep!

truth!

Ji Yicheng nodded straight, "After all, the Ji family motto is that chasing a wife must be shameless."

"Where is such a family motto?" Jing Qingge looked disbelieving.

"I won't lie to you," Ji Yicheng said casually, "My dad, my grandfather, have always been here back then, and they are inherited from the ancestral world."

Jing Qingge, “…”

Ji Yicheng felt more and more that their family motto was too incisive, absolutely, and it would be useful for life! Look at his wife, whetstone mouth, marshmallow heart, how cute it is, how round it is, it is as good as he wants!

Jing Qingge looked at Ji Yicheng's rich and evil expression change, and couldn't help but tremble his shoulders,

"What are you thinking?"

“Think capitalism and socialism.”

"ah……?"

“Opulsal and anti-oppression.”

Before Jing Qingge could blink his eyes, he had already been hugged in his arms tighter, lowering his head and pecking her lips with his mouth, smiling to the satisfaction of his wish.

...

Not far away, Shi Xian came over with a fruit platter and coughed twice as a reminder.

Jing Qingge quickly sat upright and wanted to jump out of Ji Yicheng's arms, but he hugged her tighter. He hugged her waist with both hands directly circled and his chin against her shoulders. That posture...

Jing Qingge was silently shy.

However, two men, one of them did not blush and the other did not be beating. Shi Shi Shi sat down directly on the European-style white chair next to them.

"Don't look at it or not?" Ji Yicheng said disgusted and took a strawberry from the fruit plate to feed Jing Qingge's mouth.

Shi Ming rolled his eyes and said, "I've been waiting for ten minutes." You haven't kissed enough.

"So I told you to be your president of Times International as soon as possible, and it won't be bothering to see my wife and I kiss you."

"You care where I go, this is my castle."

"Who wants to care about you? If it weren't for my Qing Baoer's sake, I wouldn't even want to see you at all."

"So coincidentally, so do I."

Ji Yicheng's eyes turned cold, Shi Ming's golden eyes narrowed, and his eyes were fighting with swords and swords. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and war.

Jing Qingge was very small and put strawberries into his mouth one by one. It was sour and sweet and delicious. He fed another one, blinked, and bulged his cheeks and suddenly made a sound.

"Ji Yicheng, dog, I suddenly realized that you two are very compatible. Look at you two, the picture of fighting with small mouths is so loving!"

Ji Yicheng twitched hard at the corner of his eyes, "Average match..."

Shi Ming's mouth suddenly twitched, "I love..."

When did the two of them get back and forth? That was rolling their eyes! That was called a silent duel between men!
Chapter completed!