Qin Zhenghuang's words made Yang Ye's heart warm, and his eyes suddenly burst with rippling tenderness and warm waves.

In fact, sometimes, he is also very good to himself.

However, this "support" is still necessary.

The smugness on Yang Ye's face flashed, "I don't know why the people in the institution reject me so much, there must be something we don't know." ”

"Well, I'll send someone to investigate. Qin Zhenghuang was obviously a little absent-minded about these things.

Seeing that Yang Ye's mood was stable, he chuckled, turned over, pressed his lips against the red diamond lips, and kissed gently.

Yang Ye fell into his broad and warm arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not dare to stare at his close, perfect to three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends.

Because he had just bathed, Qin Zhenghuang's body exuded a faint fragrance, his strong arms hugged her tightly, and through his pajamas, Yang Ye clearly felt the burning of his body.

Let go of her lips, move to her ear, bite the soft pinna, and whisper ambiguously in a low voice, "Yang Ye, do you miss me?"

I don't know if it's because of the taste of eating marrow, Yang Ye's body has become extremely sensitive, and after a little tease from him, he blushed and let out a sigh in a heartbeat, "Hmm, don't do this." ”

The cat-like voice was even more irritating to Qin Zhenghuang, he wrapped her tightly, the smile on the corner of his lips was extraordinarily bright, revealing an evil charm, "How can I do it if I don't do this, I want you now." ”

Although she has been entangled with him more than once, Yang Ye is still a little shy, she doesn't know that her cowardice just stimulates the man's heart even more.

Qin Zhenghuang was a little impatient, picked her up, threw her on the bed, and pounced fiercely without giving her any respite.

His kiss became more urgent and frenzied, and his hands pulled away from the straps of her bathrobe, and Yang Ye's fair body was exposed to his eyes.

Qin Zhenghuang's deep eyes seemed to be burning with a raging fire, each other's bodies were tightly together, and his fiery body felt the coolness of Yang Ye's skin, which was extremely comfortable.

Since the two of them had the joy of bed, Yang Ye had never seen him so fanatical to such an extent, especially when he raised his eyes and saw his hot and bloodshot eyes, he was stunned.

"Qin Zhenghuang, what's the matter with you?" she suddenly realized that something was wrong with him, and couldn't help but ask him.

His kiss continued, blazing and fanatical, he couldn't stop at all, and his mouth was still panting, "Maybe Yu Wenhui and they played a prank and put some medicine in my wine." ”

Now he has some sense, and suddenly remembered Yu Wenhui's implicit words at the end of the scene, "Zhenghuang, go back quickly, comfort and comfort your little lady, and behave well." ”

There were also a few brothers who laughed ambiguously.

I couldn't help but grit my teeth and curse in my heart, "Damn! ”

Then, he lost his mind, only knew the beauty of the body in front of him, couldn't help but soften his voice, and pleaded, "Wife, I need you, help me!"

She knew that at this time, it was useless to shirk anything.

Yang Ye blushed and let him kiss himself frantically, and the numb feeling suddenly hit his whole body.

Her body, which was still slightly stiff just now, gradually softened, and she let out a sigh from her mouth, and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Qin Zhenghuang, what kind of fox friends are you!"

Qin Zhenghuang grinned, "Your friends can't compare to them!" muttered a sentence in his mouth, still unable to stand the effect of the drug, and went crazy again.

Yang Ye tried his best to endure it, knowing that he couldn't control himself, so he could only obediently listen to him, and only when the pain was really unbearable, he let out a vague sound*.

Qin Zhenghuang was irrational and still fanatical.

The obsession with Yang Ye, coupled with the effect of the drug, Qin Zhenghuang went crazy all night and endlessly.

Yang Ye was extremely tired, slumped in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Zhenghuang relieved the medicine, but he lost his sleepiness, lit a cigarette, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, stared at the stars in the quiet night sky, and looked back at the sleeping woman from time to time.

It seems that there is some inexplicable attachment to her existence.

His slender and white fingers flickered between them, and in the smoke, a handsome face overflowed with a beautiful smile, Qin Zhenghuang thought, perhaps, he could let down his guard and try to have a good talk with her.

Thinking like this, the charming eyes flickered, and a little bit of light rose in my heart.

Early the next morning.

When Yang Ye opened his eyes, he found that he was still lying in Qin Zhenghuang's arms, this was the first time he got up in the morning, and he could see him when he opened his eyes.

Seeing the handsome face like a ghostly axe, she felt that her body was not an inch, and hurriedly lowered her long eyelashes as thin as cicada wings, and subconsciously blushed.

"Morning!" Qin Zhenghuang asked lightly on her forehead and smiled softly.

Yang Ye buried his face back in the quilt, gently moved away from him, pursed his lips, and whispered softly, "Good morning!"

The big palms rubbed gently on her head, and she heard Qin Zhenghuang's low laugh, "I worked hard last night!"

Last night, those fragrant pictures resurfaced in my head, Yang Ye's face was buried deeper in the quilt, and the whole body could not be seen.

Qin Zhenghuang suddenly had a wicked smile on his face, and he whispered as if surprised, "Ahhhhh

Yang Ye heard it clearly, sat up from the quilt, and didn't want to be dragged into Qin Zhenghuang's arms and hugged tightly.

"Ahh

When she was tired of beating, Qin Zhenghuang grabbed her little hand with one hand, and put the other hand over her head, with a straight face, "Yang Ye, there will be a party in a few days, all of them are some of my friends, do you want to join me?"

Going to a party with his friends?

He had never brought Yang Ye to meet his friends, and even the people he had closest friends with did not know Yang Ye.

Today, why did you suddenly change your attitude like a ghost?

Yang Ye was a little incredulous, his long eyelashes, which were as thin as cicada wings, fanned slightly, "In your capacity as a special assistant?" asked softly in a playful tone.

Qin Zhenghuang sighed softly, wrapped his arms around her waist, and felt the helplessness behind that smiling little face.

"No, as a wife, okay?" Qin Zhenghuang buried his head in her neck, his thin lips moved lightly, and his warm breath spit on Yang Ye's cheeks, like a feather sweeping, numb and itchy.

The low tone made Yang Ye hear his seriousness and determination.