His little girl is indeed the most beautiful, elegant, clean, and most exciting woman in the world.

He felt that it was not enough to pile up all the beautiful words in this world on her, and she deserved his most unreserved dedication.

He looked up, and she blushed and panted low on his chest.

"What's wrong?" she raised her eyes slightly, her eyes sparkling. His kiss was unusually strong and domineering, as if he was going to swallow her in one gulp.

Feng Hao lowered his head, picked her lips, and muttered, "Go back to the hotel!"

His obvious hint made Xia Yucheng's cheeks flush with shame, and he pushed him away, turned around and left.

Feng Hao smiled and followed, hugging her thin waist: "Who did you learn from, and you sing so well?"

"Guess what!"

"Can't guess!"

"Mr. Feng is shrewd and capable, omnipotent, and there are things he doesn't know?" she tilted her head to look at him, "I learned it from my mother, can't you guess?"

"Really?" Feng Hao really didn't think about Jian Yuwei.

"My mom likes to listen to Kunqu Opera, especially The Peony Pavilion. She always loves to hum, and over time, I have learned a little. However, I didn't sing as well as my mother, and I never saw a picture of my mother as a girl, and I thought, it must be beautiful. It was time that ruined her face and worn out her temperament. So, Hao, for my sake, don't have prejudices against my mother. I think sometimes when she hurts me, she must feel uncomfortable. I know you feel sorry for me, but she's my mother, isn't she?" Speaking of Jian Yuwei, Xia Yucheng was naturally still very distressed.

In the end, that's still the mother who gave birth to her and raised her!

Young and widowed, with a middle-aged son in prison, and perennial anger in the Gu family, and almost permanent blindness in his eyes, few women should be able to maintain their original beauty and pleasure when they encounter these bad things.

Thinking of this, Xia Yucheng's brows frowned slightly.

"It's all gone, huh?" Feng Hao's hand rested on her shoulder, and pressed it a little harder to show comfort, "I promise you to forgive her for the previous thing she did to you, but, in the future, I will never allow anyone to hurt you for half a point!"

"Hmm! you're so nice!" Xia Yucheng's hand passed under his armpit and hugged his waist from behind, and the two of them were tightly pressed together, like a conjoined person.

……

Back in the hotel room, Xia Yucheng was just about to insert the room card and turn on the light, but the whole person was pressed against the wall by the wind that came in from behind.

He kicked the door shut, and the fierce kiss landed on her sensitive ears and neck. The big hand even got into her clothes, wandering wantonly.

"Hao ......" Xia Yucheng's hand propped up the wall, and whispered dissatisfiedly.

Turning her body, Feng Hao hugged her, kissed the corner of her lips, and slowly asked in that characteristic languid tone, "What's wrong?"

She hung her head and said nothing. Actually, it's not that I don't want to, I just feel a little uncomfortable.

Feng Hao stared at her, and there was not a trace of fluctuation in his quiet and secluded eyes, like two ice lakes that would not melt for thousands of years, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but a trace of a smile was outlined.

For a while, he buried his head and gnawed at the skin on her smooth neck, making berry red, and finally bit her thin white and silky earlobe, and took it into his mouth.

Xia Yucheng's chest rose and fell sharply, she was already drunk, dizzy, and his skillful skills teased the primal desire-desire hidden in her body.

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