Ye Yanran sniffed such a strong and familiar breath, her lips rubbed together, and she shouted in a panic, "Huang Fuchen, where are you going to take me?" I'm going back to the clinic!! ”

The car was still driving forward, and the inky blue sky was gradually fading into a light color, and it seemed that dawn would break in another hour. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hmm... Not.. The words were once again blocked in the throat by the man's lips, and the car staggered through a small dirt road paved with stones, jolting Ye Yanran sitting on Huang Fuchen's lap and shaking up and down.

In the dark back seat of the car, Huang Fuchen bit the woman's broken lip flap and sucked it into his mouth, swallowing it with sticky saliva, with a strong manly breath, and his heavy body gradually pressed the woman's body on the back mat of the car.

The car continued to drive forward, dimly lit, slowly driving in the dim moonlight.

*****

An hour later, the sky gradually glowed with a little white light, but the surrounding sky was still dark blue, and a few chirping of cloud birds were silent.

The car turned off, the car door opened, and Huang Fuchen got out of the car with Ye Yanran, who was already asleep.

Adjutant Chen closed the car door and stepped forward, "Young marshal, the house has already ordered someone to come and clean it during the day." ”

Huang Fuchen nodded, looked down at Ye Yanran, who was already asleep in his arms, his willow eyebrows were still slightly frowned, his face was flawless, and he recalled that he was kissed in the car just now, and the man couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips.

Huang Fuchen hugged Ye Yanran and walked up to the empty house in front of him, surrounded by high walls, and there was a gold-lettered lacquer plaque hanging in the center of the house, "Changsheng Yuan".

Beams fell from the inside of the red-painted gate, and the gatekeeper opened the gate and bowed his head respectfully.

Huang Fuchen walked inside with Ye Yanran in his arms, bypassing the front yard, where the camellia flowers in the front yard withered so much that only a few leaves remained, and the leaves were covered with early winter morning dew.

The man's leather boots landed on the bluestone-paved road, and the sound of footsteps echoed ethereally.

Pushing open the door of the main wing room in the center, Huang Fuchen walked into it with Ye Yanran in his arms, bypassed the curtain, and gently placed Ye Yanran on the bed covered with a soft silk mattress.

Huang Fuchen sat on the edge of the bed, a pair of deep eagle eyes staring at the sleeping woman with a dark light, and raised his palm to gently brush the woman's slightly frowning eyebrows.

The man's fingertips slowly slid down the bridge of the woman's tall nose, landed on the swollen lip flap, rubbed it, and the fingertips slid down a little, falling on the neckline of the woman's shirt, and the buttons were scattered piecemeal.

Huang Fuchen's palm stopped at the woman's heart, the second button.

The man's gaze became more and more insightful, and his fingers picked up the second button, and easily unfastened it. Downward the third button.

Until the fourth button fell, Huang Fuchen never felt nervous, he was as excited as a young boy, grabbed the woman's shirt with both palms, and opened it neatly with one palm...

Huang Fuchen paused, his eyes were glowing with intense heat, staring at the woman's heart, the shroud tattooed with water-red embroidered plums, the skin was like snow and the fragrance was exuding, Huang Fuchen was about to bury his head.

"Knock knock!" A slight knock on the door fell, and Adjutant Chen fell outside, "Young marshal, something happened!" ”

The movement of Huang Fuchen's palm paused, and he was annoyed, but he couldn't help it, hooked his lips and snorted coldly, "The coming day is long, Yanran, you are not in a hurry!" ”

Huang Fuchen stretched out his hand and pulled the futon on the side, covered the woman, and got up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Adjutant Chen's face was solemn and his voice was low, "Young marshal, people have run away!" ”