"Ahh You—What are you going to do? Wen Lirou's eyes widened, and her hands panicked to protect the exposed skin.

Gong Junfeng didn't give her such a chance at all, and grabbed Wen Lirou's hand first.

His gaze did not shy away, and swept indifferently and mercilessly towards Wen Li's exposed skin.

Wen Lirou's chest skin, which was as white as jade, was unobstructed in front of Gong Junfeng's eyes.

The beautiful red birthmark on the chest rose and fell violently with the gentle breathing of the gentle breath!

This woman, she is clearly Qiao Feifei!

There was a sense of insult of being played as a monkey, and he suddenly jumped into Gong Junfeng's heart.

Angry blood, boiling in the chest in an instant!

Gong Junfeng grabbed Wen Lirou's slender neck, and said softly in a dangerous tone: "Even the birthmark is exactly the same!" You're even quibbling! ”

"Ahem, ahem! Well, so uncomfortable......! Being pinched by Gong Junfeng like this, Wen Lirou coughed uncomfortably in her hoarse voice.

She reached out her small, slender hand, trying to pull away his pincer-like hand.

But it's useless!

Wen Lirou's fair little face turned red, and finally gradually turned blue-purple!

A trace of distress flashed in Gong Junfeng's eyes, and he retracted his hand like an electric shock.

He stared blankly at his hands, an apologetic look on his face.

This apology fades quickly!

It's as fast as lightning in the summer night sky.

"You still don't recognize you as Qiao Feifei?" He regained his composure and stared at Wen Lirou coldly, his voice cold and bone-chilling to ask her.

But in those eyes as deep as ink, there was a flash of worry.

Seeing that Wen Lirou's face slowly returned to its normal ruddy color, he removed his eyes with a complicated look.

"Mr. Gong, Mr. Gong, does Qiao Feifei also have such a fetus and birthmark?" Wen Lirou asked Gong Junfeng tremblingly, her clear eyes flashing with confusion and incomprehension.

She couldn't figure it out.

This Gong Junfeng has never seen it with himself, how can he know the special logo on his body?

"Also acting! Is it so hard to make you admit that you are Qiao Feifei? Kindness? Gong Junfeng half-narrowed his long peach blossom eyes, and the tail note rose heavily and lightly, holding Wen Lirou's chin.

The cold aura that emanated from his whole body, and the gentle and gentle soul that was frightened was almost gone.

"Gong, sir, let go of me! You, you really recognized the wrong person, I haven't seen you before......" Wen Lirou covered Liang's chest and stammered pleading.

There was a sense of fear and fear that twisted around her mind like a hemp rope.

Gong Junfeng used his strength to rudely push Wen Lirou against the wall.

He condescended to Wen Lirou, and there was a change of love and hate in his eyes.

"Qiao Feifei, you climbed into my bed so shamelessly, and now you dare to say that you haven't seen me?" His tone was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, and he asked her rhetorically.

The good smell of the exclusive Gong Junfeng lingers in the gentle nasal cavity.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, stared at her tearful eyes and continued to explain pitifully: "Mr. Gong, I have always been single in my mother's womb, how can I crawl and crawl over your bed?" ”

"Huh! What a mother-fetus single! With a mocking look in his eyes, Gong Junfeng stared coldly at Wen Lirou and raised his voice sharply and shouted, "Do you still want to say that you are still here!" ”

As if she had been struck by lightning, Wen Lirou looked at Gong Junfeng with wide eyes.

After a while, Wen Lirou blushed her little face, shy lowered her eyes and replied embarrassedly, "I, I do...... Also, it's still ....... ”

"Hah! You say you still are? A touch of mockery rippled across Gong Junfeng's face.

There was a beautiful smile that bloomed on his handsome face.

This smile was too beautiful, and it suddenly made Wen Lirou feel creepy.

Her delicate little face was even more shy and frightened.

"I ...... I didn't...... Lie! Wen Lirou shouted indistinctly, blushing and arguing anxiously for herself.

"Not lying?" Gong Junfeng asked Wen Lirou funny, his eyebrows and eyes were full of contempt.

Wen Lirou twisted her little hands, bit her lower lip and nodded vigorously in reply.

Before she could recover her senses, a gust of wind struck her.

There was a strong force accompanied by the fragrance of Gong Junfeng's body, and she was thrown down on the soft bed......