Su Wansheng glanced at Liang Weirong, who was not far away, waiting for the dust.

The woman stood there gracefully, like a rose blooming in the night, beautiful and beautiful.

She glanced faintly and then withdrew her gaze, her gaze fell back on Feng Chen's body, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

"No need, Miss Liang is still waiting for you."

Feng Chen nodded lightly and said symbolically: "Be careful when driving at night." ”

Su Wansheng let out a low "um", bent down and got into the car, took out the car key from Lu Zhenming's trouser pocket, sat in the driver's seat, and started the car.

When he got home, the car stopped in the yard, and Su Wansheng turned his head to look at Lu Zhenming behind him.

Wang's mother was already on vacation yesterday, so she didn't even have anyone to help.

She dragged Lu Zhenming out of the car by herself and carried him back to the room with difficulty.

By the time she put her on the bed, she was so tired that she was panting, and a fine layer of sweat was oozing from her forehead.

She took off her coat, turned on the heating in the room, squatted down to take off Lu Zhenming's shoes, went into the bathroom to get a basin of water, and wiped his face with a towel.

Then he took off his coat.

When he unbuttoned his shirt, Lu Zhenming's eyelashes suddenly blinked twice, and he opened his blurred eyes.

"Shengsheng."

"Does it hurt to have a headache?" After asking this, before he could answer, Su Wansheng moved his hands to his temples and rubbed them gently.

Her hands were soft and gentle.

Lu Zhenming suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her gently, and she lay on his chest.

Lu Zhenming turned over and pressed her under him.

Seeing that his lips were pressed down, Su Wansheng blocked it with his hand, and stared at him with a pair of clear eyes.

"Are you not drunk?"

"Drunk." The man's voice is magnetic and hoarse.

After that incident, Lu Zhenming never dared to get drunk, and today he saw Su Wansheng here, so he drank more wine with peace of mind.

Although drunk, but not so drunk that he was unconscious.

She took off his shoes and wiped his face, and he was all conscious.

"You get up, I'll go and boil you some sobering wine."

Lu Zhenming grabbed her hand on his lips, kissed it, and said "no", taking away her breath.

The man's mouth was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.

Under his gentle long kiss, Su Wansheng, who had not been touched by wine, was actually drunk in a daze.

Lu Zhenming's palm was like a fire, and with his caressing, her body trembled slightly, and her hands climbed up Lu Zhenming's shoulders, closer to him.

As long as it was where he caressed, her fair and delicate skin was glowing with a layer of pink, which became more and more attractive under the lamp.

Halfway through, Lu Zhenming suddenly stopped, propped up his body and stared at her.

Seeing her biting his lip, he leaned down again, his lips came to her ear, kissed her earlobe, and said a word in a hoarse voice.

"Shengsheng, call it out, I want to hear it."

Su Wansheng's face instantly turned red, and it seemed that he could drip blood in the next second.

This person is getting more and more shameless!

Where is there still a half-star male god!

"Don't!" She pursed her red lips that had been kissed by him, glaring at him in protest.

"You said, you listened to everything I said, why are you not well-behaved?" Lu Zhenming bit her sensitive earlobe and tempted her.

"As I said, listen to you except in bed."