Yue'er knew that she couldn't protect it, so she turned her face away like resignation, let go of her crotch and no longer wanted to struggle, and collapsed there, at his mercy.

However, the table lamp suddenly seemed so bright, and her shoulders were full of white flowers, which made people feel sad.

The peach-colored bright gauze silk pants were reflected in the lamp like a flame, Rong Changfeng pulled in a hurry, did not put it in the lavender cage, and was still piled up at the head of the bed, just touching her fingertips, she squirmed her fingertips and threw a piece of peach on her face.

But the big hand that was rubbing the breasts suddenly left. Suddenly, pink flew from her face.

She screamed, very soft, very anxious, not for the flying peach, but for the pain in her body.

When she screamed, Rong Changfeng's movements were light, and he knew the pain and itching, and his lower body went in and out, and his warm thumb covered her, covering her fleshy lips, and rubbing it gently.

She closed her eyes slowly, but in her heart she saw her breasts beating up and down, and the huge shadow on it.

Her heart tugged, the shadow couldn't shake, it hurt when it flickered, and the moans appeared with the pain. She was afraid of her own moaning, and she was stoic and soft, like the petite pearl bird on the terrace, always so sad and hopeless.

It was all in vain, not even the gold bars in the box, and she felt that she had nothing, a plaything with nothing......

After Rong Changfeng had fun, he habitually leaned on the head of the bed and smoked, originally thinking about sleeping, but he talked too much, and when she came out of the bathroom, he said: "Yesterday, the account room of Wanfu Ji went to me to redeem the account, I was stunned, how can I buy many foreign goods from him, but it is worth his door to beg!" Who knows if it's you, little ghost, who does a good job! ”

He held up a cigarette and scolded with a smile: "Who taught you to be so bad!" Counting my purse with all my might! ”

Yingyue pretended to remove the ring on the earlobe and said nothing.

The ladies and grandmothers of the broad family are used to only spending money without paying money, silk shops, foreign goods stores, and even restaurants to eat, all of which are only recorded in the accounts of the mansion, how can there be a reason to take out their own cash. She has no public accounts to keep along, so she naturally writes it down on him.

Rong Changfeng also knew that she was doing this, and he didn't take responsibility, but had other instructions.

After Yue'er lay down, he said, "Isn't the place where I do things for outsiders to know, do you understand?" ”

Yue'er got through at one o'clock and responded: "I haven't been to a place that can't be known to outsiders, and the address left for the shopkeeper is not afraid of being known!" ”

He had two offices, the one usually known as a façade, and the one that was really hidden was No. 57. Originally, Yingyue shouldn't even know this number, but last year's decipherment experience made her unable to be an uninformed. She only knew a number, and as for the address, she didn't know it, so it wasn't worth his vigilance!

Rong Changfeng knew that she was a little disgusted, and he didn't say it down, so far, forgive her and have understood, in fact, reminding this is not necessarily because she is afraid that she will talk about the address indiscriminately, but it implies that she is not even allowed to mention this name.

He extinguished the cigarette, twisted the lamp and was about to sleep, but the brocade touched Yue'er in the quilt and felt that she was convulsing again.

She used to have a bout of abdominal pain after sex, which was a terrible headache. Rong Changfeng hugged her from behind, rubbed her left hand on her abdomen, and said, "You are really a troublemaker!" There are so many problems. ”

also reprimanded: "I'm a man who does big things, and I rub people's belly all day long!" ”

I've been urging Yingyue to see this problem for a long time, Yingyue can't talk to the doctor, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, because of the pain of the room's affairs, does she have the face to tell the doctor?

At this time, Yue'er didn't answer the pain when she was in pain, but just breathed out cool air.

Her stomach was warm and soft, rubbed through the fine silk clothes, and her hands were like oil, he couldn't help laughing, "Ming'er go and see!" Good no good? What's wrong with sixteen or seventeen years old, in the past, women raised children at the age of thirteen! ”