The low voice, like a rope, wrapped around his heart.

I tighten it up a little.

"I'm your uncle!"

Bo Junchen said this solemnly, as if reminding her and himself.

"Yes, you're my uncle, so ......"

After a pause, Bo Jinghan put on a smiling face: "Dear uncle, grandpa said that my engagement banquet was held before your wedding." Shouldn't you bless me? ”

When the words fell, she opened her eyes deeply.

Resolutely opened the door, leaving only a trace of his back.

Outside the door, Su Nuanxia turned around with her.

But neither of them spoke, just looked at each other tacitly, passing by.

One went upstairs and the other walked into the study.

……

Push the door.

Su Nuanxia glanced at Bo Junchen who was sitting on the sofa, and the corners of her mouth hooked a touch of sneer.

Slowly approaching.

She suddenly bent down and picked up the magazine on the ground that had been casually discarded by Bo Jinghan.

Picking it up and patting it, she walked to the sofa opposite Bo Junchen and sat down, leisurely playing with the magazine.

She sat in the place where Bo Jinghan had just sit, and her posture was the same as Bo Jinghan's, but it was far less lazy and sultry than Bo Jinghan's.

"Bo Plague God, it's a headache, right? Do you want me to help you...... Relief relief? ”

Squinting at Bo Junchen, Su Nuanxia slowly unbuttoned her neckline, revealing her crystal and jade skin.

Fingertips rub against the slender collarbone.

Again and again, extremely frivolous.

But that frivolity, like a silent mockery!

It is particularly eye-catching, but it stimulates Bo Junchen's strong nerves.

The cold gaze swept over, but Su Nuanxia's face was still pouting with a cold, somewhat weird smile.

Eyes collide.

Intense, biting, searing.

Finally......

The man's cold voice, precipitating too many complicated feelings, slowly overflowed from between his lips and teeth.

"Nuan Xia, is it interesting to watch my jokes?"

"It's so interesting!"

Su Nuanxia replied with a smile, and after speaking, she winked at him, stood up and walked around the coffee table, walked over to him and sat down.

The perennial cool hand climbed up his solid arm.

The fingertips were like playing a piano, twitching and teasing along his arms, expertly climbing up his neck and caressing his throat.

Cool fingertips, colliding with warm skin.

For a while, the ** wildfire swept through my heart.

"Su Nuanxia!"

Scolding in a low voice, Bo Junchen grabbed her hand tightly, and his cold gaze went straight into Su Nuanxia's laughing eyes.

But Su Nuanxia didn't care.

The other hand repeated the same movement, clinging to his chest.

Inch by inch.

Stirring the most primitive throbbing of men.

But the words that come out of his mouth are not **, but sharp blades-

"I'm so glad for Bo Niu'er, she met a good man, not guarding you, the plague god. So, I don't have anything to worry about, Bo Plague God, let's continue to torture each other like this in the future......"

As she spoke, Su Nuanxia stretched out her hand and ripped her neckline open.

opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was pushed away by Bo Junchen.

"Hey, don't let me touch it? Didn't you still fight with me last night? ”

Su Nuanxia deliberately tortured him, and simply sat directly on Bo Junchen's lap.

The hand pressed on the man's most sensitive place, and the voice poured out in his ear in a light and ambiguous voice: "It's not good for a man to hold back...... Look, you're all hard! ”