The underground parking lot is dimly lit, reflecting the men and women kissing each other.

Through the black glass film, only the silhouette of a human figure can be faintly recognized.

Still......

Let's not see what's going on.

Song Yichen kissed deeper and deeper, eating the marrow and knowing the taste, his fingertips roamed over her, very patient.

In the past, she changed her ways to please him, but today she didn't have the slightest intention of taking the initiative, so she had to take the initiative.

As a man, on top of love, there is no teacher.

He effortlessly undid Joan's bathrobe straps, revealing the goose-yellow bikini.

Joan was dizzy by his kiss, like a fish drowning in water, and just wanted to lie quietly and not want to move.

The sudden cold made her consciousness return, and a layer of millet grains floated on her jade-like skin, "Song Yichen, don't ......"

Before the second half of the sentence could be spoken, it all fell between his lips and teeth.

I haven't touched her for half a month, but now that Qiao An is under her, I already have the idea of asking for her, and I don't want to waste time at all.

Fortunately, she wore less, which was convenient for his hands.

Attack flexibly.

"Joan, dare to mention divorce again, don't blame me for being unkind!"

The moment they entered, both of them throbbed and let out a long breath of turbidity.

The unhappiness that occurred between them was diluted by this hearty affair and ceased to exist.

In the corner of the parking lot, a car shook up and down, swaying with it, and a pair of lady's feet in the car that were not really white as jade.

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Afterwards, Joan was so tired that she fell asleep directly in the car.

I really can't lift my strength, and I don't bother to pay attention to everything.

Song Yichen wrapped her tightly in a bathrobe, threw away the water-stained bikini, and carried the woman to the room that Ye Yun had booked.

Joan was very tired, and she slept very sweetly, without the slightest intention of waking up.

Song Yichen made a cow and a horse, cleaned her body, and asked the housekeeping department to buy new women's clothes and send them to change for her.

It was probably because of this affair that he was very satisfied, and the corner of the man's mouth kept smiling like nothing.

Even when he looked at Qiao An, there was a little more tenderness.

His phone was vibrating.

Afraid of making a noise, he walked to the balcony and picked up the phone.

"Well, it's me."

"Taotao, I'm sorry, I'm on a business trip, if you have anything to do with Lu Bai, he will help you solve it."

"Well, that's ......"

"Wait until I get back."

He has a soft voice, a deep tone, and a lot of patience.

In a few words, Shen Tao was coaxed to stop making trouble and went to sleep obediently.

The man pinched his mobile phone, looked down at the lights here, and something slowly overflowed in his heart.

turned on his mobile phone and re-dialed the phone and went out: "Block the magazines of Black Joan!" ”

"And those photos!"

The photo of Joan standing at the wedding scene with a big belly, I don't know which nerve it stimulated him, as long as he saw that photo, he panicked and irritable for no reason.

Blocking is the best solution.

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When Joan opened her eyes, there was a strangeness in front of her.

The headlights in the house were not turned on, only a corner lamp in the corner was faintly lit, illuminating the scene in the house hazy.

She struggled to remember what had happened before, and couldn't help but slap her head hard.

Cursed in a low voice: "Joan, you are really useless!" ”

Song Yichen didn't even say a word to make her happy, she just handed over her body again.

Especially after signing a divorce agreement.

This made her feel both frustrated and annoyed.

The easier it is to get something, the less it will be cherished.

Joan, Joan, why are you so despised of yourself!

Regret it.

"Awake?"