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Jing Weiwei poured wine into herself one by one, I don't know how long it took, Jing Weiwei felt that she was drunk, or not drunk.

I wasn't drunk, why did a He Mingchen suddenly appear in front of me. Laughed.

He Mingchen is still wearing a rigorous suit, and the buttons are tied to the top. In this small box full of ambiguous light, he smells of seduction.

Jing Weiwei threw herself into He Mingchen's arms, and she only saw him in her eyes.

He Mingchen frowned slightly, looking at the woman's red little face, delicate, buried in his arms, feeling as if his arms were full of the whole world.

Maybe he didn't know that when he put down the information in his hand, grabbed the car keys on the side, and drove in a burning car, he was no longer the hunter of this love, but the prey who fell into Jing Weiwei's trap.

Jing Weiwei's black crystal eyes, filled with colorful starlight, fell into He Mingchen's eyes as deep as the sea. That's it. That's it. That's it.

What if he loses to her, he is willing to eat.

Jing Weiwei is beautiful in her arms, and she is messed up when she sits in her arms. She swallowed, stood on tiptoe slightly, and struck at He Mingchen's smooth chin.

He Mingchen froze instantly, he himself had been clean and self-conscious for three years, where had he ever had such an intimate struggle. Even with Jing Weiwei three years ago, it was just a kiss. At this time, Lawyer He completely forgot who forced Jing Weiwei to the door like that, that.

He couldn't describe how he felt now, as if an electric current was spreading from his jaw to his body, itching infinitely. A strange and unbearable tide of love was set off in the depths of the body.

"Poof" Jing Weiwei's lips finally left He Mingchen's chin. Satisfied and proud, he looked at the shiny saliva and tooth marks he left behind. It seems that this man has been marked, and he belongs to himself.

Jing Weiwei twisted her waist uneasily in He Mingchen, protesting that He Mianchen had hurt her.

He Mingchen lightened his strength slightly.

After Jing Weiwei felt better, she pursed her red lips and smiled drunkly.

"Mingchen, I'll sing to you, okay. ‘

Her words were slightly drunk, like a feather, blowing on He Mingchen's ears.

Soft, gentle.