Butterfly felt that the diving bird was not only hugging him, but the way he hugged seemed to have some subtle changes, and his hands quietly moved up from his waist, and the whole person was squid-like. The back of his neck can clearly feel his hot panting, and I can't hear what he said with his hot mouth against the root of his ear, anyway, the scene at that time can only be described in one word: terrible!

The butterfly pushed him a few times, but he felt a little unable to push. Obviously, the diving bird is competing with himself, and in order to make sure that nothing goes wrong, he also secretly uses eighty percent of his strength. Butterflies almost all use the strength of milk, but the effect is not good.

Fortunately, the kite has not woken up yet, he is wrapped in a quilt, and one head is still on the butterfly's arm. In order to prevent it from pressing him, the butterfly moved sideways as much as possible.

The diving bird turned over and put its nose directly against hers, its eyes staring at hers, and the two of them looked at each other like this. They looked at each other for a long time.

The butterfly said fiercely: You go down!

The diving bird smiled like nothing, and said in a pleasant tone, "What if I don't?"

One of his pressed on the butterfly's shoulder, holding her in place so that she would not move. With his other hand, he caressed the butterfly's face, his fingers slid down her forehead, swept over her face, tapped the tip of her nose, and then slid to her lips, and did not stop, as if admiring a work of art, and finally stopped at her jaw, gently lifted her chin, and looked at the two delicate lips.

A hot breath came straight in.

The butterfly felt a long-lost dazzle, almost unable to control herself, almost giving up resistance, almost ready for all this......

The diving bird felt that the butterfly seemed to give up resistance, because her body was less stiff, and she was not so intense, she suddenly quieted down, and looked at herself with a strange look, and then she quietly confided a sentence, which instantly shocked the diving bird: Ying Shuying, my husband is still alive-

This sentence seems to be an understatement, but it is comparable to the weight of a daughter.

Let some of the confused diving birds suddenly wake up. At present, this kind of behavior of his own can be called absurd and despicable.

Yes, she is now a married man, although the dead man Zhuang Yousheng is lying in an unknown ward, there is no doubt that he is still the legal husband of the butterfly, and this identity is iron-clad and solid.

No matter how infatuated he is with butterflies, although he is a father and son on the blood relationship of the kite, he is only his ex-girlfriend.

The relationship between the two of them can be described as clean to the point that there is not a little bit of responsibility and obligation to each other. To say that he has responsibilities and obligations to stop kites, but he and the butterfly are abandoned, and the hell is gone.

For the woman in front of me, I really don't have any other way than to miss it.

This kind of forcible and recklessness of oneself will only make things worse. It only makes Butterfly feel like a bastard, a bastard with strong desires, a lewd who only wants to have fun with her for a while.

The diving bird was half chilled in an instant, and then suddenly it rolled over and lay down on the edge of the butterfly, looking at the ceiling in great melancholy, unable to say a word.

Over the years, he has been living confidently and quietly, with his team, dedicated to software development, without distractions, and his private life is also very pure, almost no contact with the opposite sex. Not the kind of man who thinks about everything and has extreme selfish desires can be called an absolute gentleman in front of all employees of the company.

Even Feng Yu secretly guessed whether he really hid his feelings for broken sleeves as some employees were talking about?

Although he is not a broken sleeve, in fact, he is not the kind of male animal with strong desires. But how did it become so out of control today?

Once extinguished, reason quickly gains the upper hand.

The butterfly had already sat up, and while arranging her hair, she said coldly: If you don't send me, we will call a car by ourselves.

The diving bird covered his forehead with one hand, and was still thinking nonsense just now, but his mind was blank at the moment, and he said very dejectedly: No, I'll send you.