The car was just stable at the door of the villa, and before the driver had time to get out of the car to open the door, Pei Tingyuan had already opened the car door by himself, got out of the car with Qiao Xihe in his arms, and then rushed into the villa, asking as he walked: "The ginger soup is ready, the doctor will follow me." ”

When he put the person on the bed, Pei Tingyuan realized that it was his own room.

But it doesn't hurt.

"Where's the doctor?" Pei Tingyuan raised his head, only to find that only the housekeeper and a few subordinates followed.

The housekeeper said, "The family doctor has gone abroad." ”

"......" Pei Tingyuan tested the temperature of Qiao Xihe's forehead, sighed, and said, "Stay with ginger soup, you all go out." ”

Several people looked at each other, their eyes were secretive, and before Pei Tingyuan noticed their abnormality, they quietly exited the master bedroom.

"Qiaoqiao?" Pei Tingyuan called softly, pushing the woman on the bed.

In response to him, there was only a muffled moan.

Her eyes were closed, her consciousness was blurred, she could only writhe her body in discomfort, and she couldn't hear his call at all.

Pei Tingyuan shouted a few more times, and seeing that she had not shown the slightest sign of waking up, he simply picked up the ginger soup on the bedside table, took a sip, and leaned down.

Qiao Xihe just waved his hand and grabbed it, he grabbed her slender wrists with a big hand, firmly imprisoned it on the top of her head, and then pressed down his body, pinched her chin, so that his mouth opened slightly, and then pressed her lips.

The warm ginger soup crossed into her mouth, and although she was unconscious, she was okay and had the consciousness to swallow.

Pei Tingyuan licked Qiao Xihe's lips, with the bitterness and spicy taste of ginger, but it still had a sweet taste, which made him a little reluctant to leave, especially when he thought of her reading the name of "Lu Yang" in front of him before.

He had to teach the little woman a lesson, so that she could remember clearly whose woman she was now.

"Hmm......" Qiao Xihe felt that his hand was not obedient, and he twisted his body uncomfortably.

The delicate body rubbed against Pei Tingyuan's body again and again, wearing down his restraint little by little, and he couldn't wait to tear her into his stomach and eat her fiercely now.

However, he found it more interesting to torture her slowly.

Looking at the beautiful little mouth, like a moist red cherry after the kiss just now, silently waiting for someone to pick it, he kissed it unceremoniously.

Conquering the city, he tasted her fragrant beauty, and gradually indulged in it.

At first, the people below him were restless and wanted to dodge left and right, but gradually, they became close to him.

Until he was a little out of breath, Pei Tingyuan withdrew a little, and watched the little woman under him exhale gently, so his pale cheeks were dyed a peach-like crimson, which was particularly attractive.

Qiao Xihe "hummed" twice, and licked his lower lip with his small tongue.

This appearance made Pei Tingyuan's head rumble like thunder outside, and he kissed it again, gradually getting drunk, his hand holding Qiao Xihe's wrist was released, slid from her cheek, to her shoulder, and then gently continued down, the softness of his hand made him can't help but knead it vigorously a few times.

With his movements, Qiao Xihe snorted a few more coquettishly, and his hands involuntarily wrapped around his neck.

Her action made Pei Tingyuan stunned slightly, and his eyebrows were dyed with joy, which was even more encouraged.

Even if he was drugged that night, Qiao Xihe did not take the initiative like this.

Even though she clearly knows that she is not very fresh now, and what she has done is probably not out of her intention, but ...... He just wants to deceive himself into thinking that his Jojo is also in love with him.

"Baby, you're mine, ......it's mine," he whispered, as if to declare his sovereignty to the world, and then his lips touched her delicate chin and graceful neck, savoring her beauty as if he were a treasure.

At the same time, he freed up one hand, reached behind Qiao Xihe, and slowly unzipped his skirt.

Qiao Xihe obediently let his movements, because the wet clothes were torn off, she felt much more comfortable, let out a long sigh, and her slender hand seemed to be teasing his back, her red lips were slightly hooked, and she called, "Lu Yang......"

Pei Tingyuan's movements froze, and his squinted eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"Qiao Xihe, do you say it again?"

Qiao Xihe closed his eyes tightly, smiled softly, and shouted again, "Lu Yang." ”

"Lu Yang?" Pei Tingyuan sneered, did she treat him as Lu Yang, so she cooperated so much?

What is she when he Pei Tingyuan?

He lowered his eyes and looked at Qiao Xihe, his half-taken skirt leaked some spring color, fragrant shoulders and jade neck, and snow-white skin, all of which revealed the beauty of this woman, but he couldn't raise half of his interest.

"What a fucking shit. Pei Tingyuan scolded viciously, threw away half of his skirt, withdrew from Qiao Xihe's body, and sat on the edge of the bed with a depressed and unhappy expression.

He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lit one, and took a big gulp, the smoke swirling around him.

Halfway through the cigarette, he was about to find an ashtray, but found that there was no one on the bedside table, and then he remembered that because he hadn't smoked much for a long time, he asked his servant to remove the ashtray from the bedroom.

He really hadn't smoked in a long time, and only when he was irritated by his work, he would smoke a cigarette to relax.

"Uh-huh......" The man on the bed let out an uncomfortable* moan again, hugging his shoulders and curling up in a ball, but his body still trembled uncontrollably.

Pei Tingyuan didn't intend to pay attention to this heartless woman, smoking cigarettes one by one, and even spit smoke into her face like a mischief.

Qiao Xihe was choked and coughed repeatedly, his cheeks were unnaturally red, and the tremors in his body became more and more violent.

"Woo......" she let out a whimper, crying in her coma.

The crying voice was as low as a gnat buzzing, but it continued to linger in Pei Tingyuan's heart, like an invisible silk thread, tightening it tighter and tighter.

"Hmph-" He threw away the small cigarette butt vigorously, crushed it with his toes, then stood up and walked to the bathroom, put a bathtub of hot water, and then unceremoniously removed Qiao Xihe's clothes.

The graceful body appeared in front of him again without concealment, but his eyes were clear and emotionless.

He poked his forehead again, picked him up, strode into the bathroom, and put it in the hot water.

Qiao Xihe was unconscious, his body slid uncontrollably, the water gradually covered his shoulders, neck, and chin, and seeing that he was about to pass his mouth and nose, Pei Tingyuan was just busy scooping people up.

He found an angle and looked down again, but when he was out of his grasp, he quickly began to slide down.

"Trouble. Pei Tingyuan let out an impatient "tsk" sound in his mouth, took off his clothes with his hands and feet, stepped into the bathtub, hugged Qiao Xihe's body from behind, and let her sit on him, leaning on it steadily.

The warm water surrounded Qiao Xihe, and in an instant, the cold and biting feeling was dispelled, and her frowning brows gradually relaxed, and she couldn't help but rub Pei Tingyuan's body comfortably.