Song Yichen is a businessman who has a lot of contact with customers on weekdays, and most of their wives are usually unhappy when they hear that their husbands are going to work overtime.

A customer once told him clearly: My wife hates me working overtime the most.

Why is JoAnn different from them?

The man frowned frequently, staring at her delicate eyebrows, and his mood was obscure.

In fact......

Qiao An was a little afraid of such a Song Yichen.

I'm most afraid of his sudden affection.

obviously doesn't love her, but she pretends to be affectionate, and she feels like she is on the edge of the abyss.

I'm afraid that this affection is short-lived, and I'm even more afraid that this affection is hypocritical.

didn't dare to look at him, looked away, stopped somewhere else, and said quietly: "You haven't been to the company for a week." ”

Although she hadn't met him during this time, she knew a lot about him.

Song Yichen chuckled: "Heh......"

"You care about me!"

"I care about divorcing me! You women are so duplicitous? ”

He spoke very slowly, pausing with each word, and the light reflected in his eyes was bright.

Joan was even more afraid to look directly.

"You ......"

The little secret in my heart was exposed, and a layer of red glow appeared on my fair face.

I really didn't know what to say, so I stretched out my hand and pushed him: "Don't go to the company yet!" ”

Before the hand touched his chest, it was grasped.

"Joan, everything is the same as before, isn't it?"

Joan was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

It was the first time he had shaken her hand.

The man's palm is dry and flat, slightly cool.

The moment she held her hand, a warm current rushed up from her fingertips, and Hula squeezed towards her heart.

A hot lip.

Before he could come back to his senses, a surging and fiery kiss came strongly.

Something came out of the tip of her heart, as if it was going to suck her heart away.

Joan couldn't react, so she could only let him do whatever he wanted, and her brain went blank.

In the past five years, the two have done a lot of things, but they rarely have such affectionate kisses.

She had the illusion that Song Yichen cared about herself.

Unlike the previous cold and mechanical kisses, this time, he kissed deeply, as if he wanted to pry her soul away.

The hand that pushed him before, somehow, turned into a circle around his waist.

The two kissed unlovely.

The man's palm swam along her delicate curves, causing Joan to gasp.

She could feel the dampness gushing out, converging into a raging wave, uncontrollable.

"Mommy!"

Early in the morning, the little pot friend was playing with toys in the living room alone, and when he encountered a problem that he couldn't solve, he looked for the almighty dad.

Outcome......

I can't find Daddy's shadow anywhere.

Finally, the little girl was in a hurry and ran to the kitchen to ask Joan.

Qiao An was startled, for fear of seeing it early, so she pushed Song Yichen away with a fierce force.

The man took a step back, stabilized his figure, and wrinkled his eyebrows to look at her: "Want to murder your husband?" ”

Joan's face was flushed, and even her neck was red.

ignored him, and hurriedly replied to his daughter: "Mommy is in the kitchen, what's the matter early?" ”

When the little girl ran to the kitchen door, she saw a strange scene: Daddy was bent over with his back to her, Mommy was blushing like a red pestle, and they were both gasping for breath, not knowing what bad things they had done.

"Mommy, you're so red!"

"Hey, the sweater is crooked!"

……

Jo Ann was speechless.

The devil knows what to say to the child!

If there's a hole in the ground, she'll get into it.

Song Yichen is no better, at a glance, he can catch a glimpse of the bulging mound at the groin.