Placing the person on the carpet, Qi Ye took off his windbreaker and rolled up his cuffs, revealing two lean wrists.

Ye Weilan didn't know what kind of expression to use to face this man she should call her husband at this moment.

She resented him, but he didn't care about her resentment at all, and even ruthlessly with his heart, if she really angered him, the Ye family would be destroyed just between him waving his hand.

Ye Weilan lowered her head sadly.

Qi Ye lifted her chin and looked deeply into her eyes: "What's my name?" ”

Look, it's so ridiculous, he's her husband, and she doesn't even know his name.

Ye Weilan was speechless.

Qi Ye leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and while peeling off her dress, her voice was vague: "I will let you remember it firmly and never forget it for the rest of your life." ”

The white shirt crossed the tender white calves and fell to the ground, and the temperature in the room rose rapidly.

On the crimson soft carpet, Ye Weilan was forced to endure the man's wild depth, her skin was as white as jade, and the traces of blue and purple added layer after layer, and the man's deep gasp, accompanied by a charming voice, kept echoing in her ears.

Qi Ye ......

She cried and called again and again, but he seemed to be insatiable, and changed his tricks to make her cry all night.

By the time he finally had his time, it was already bright outside the window.

Qi Ye raised her head from her chest, her expression was lazy after eating, her thin lips were red, and she had a unique bewitching style, and kissed her lips for a while before picking up Ye Weilan and sending her to the bed.

When he entered the bathroom, the long eyelashes of the person who should have slept on the bed trembled, she rolled over, buried her face in the quilt, curled up, and cried lowly.

……

Qi Ye took a shower and casually put on a shirt and went downstairs.

The housekeepers and servants downstairs saw that their masters, men and women, young and old, all blushed collectively in an instant, and even some young women were secretly swallowing saliva.

It's so wicked!

The clothes were worn casually, the top two buttons of the shirt were not buttoned, revealing a white chest, the cuffs were rolled up, the black hair was messy, slightly blocking the cold and mighty eyes, and there was a nongyan style that had not faded between the eyebrows.

As if sensing everyone's gaze, Qi Ye's eyes sank slightly.

Everyone immediately bowed their heads.

The housekeeper stepped forward and asked respectfully, "Young Master, what does the young lady like to eat?" ”

Qi Ye went downstairs and reported a few dish names, and finally added: "Boil a bowl of sweet soup that is good for your throat." ”

The steward immediately complied.

Qi Ye sat on the sofa, a finger on his forehead, and his expression was unusually casual.

"Young Master," Zero One reported: "The eldest young master of the Yang family wants to talk to you." ”

"Nope."

"Yes."

The housekeeper sent someone to bring breakfast, and after Qi Ye used it briefly, he took Ye Weilan's share upstairs.

The room was quiet, only shallow breathing could be heard.

Qi Ye lifted the quilt, and the people in the quilt fell asleep soundly, their cheeks were pink, and their noses moved slightly.

Qi Ye thought about it, and the quilt continued to be lifted down, the speed was very slow, with a snow-white neck, round shoulders, delicate breasts, and a slender waist......

His movements stopped here, his eyes darkened.

The jade white and delicate female body, the long black hair is spread out, and every undulating arc makes the mouth dry.

Qi Ye's eyes tightened, looking at those bruised marks, forcing herself to look away, and landed on her flat lower abdomen.

In the ...... down