In the quiet of the night, the bright moonlight shrouded the dark villa.

Ran ran had already been coaxed to sleep by Mrs. Wang, and Lu Qianning took a few sips at the wedding banquet, slightly drunk.

But because of some tiredness, the whole person is full of lazy charm.

Her long black hair slanted down, and she was held into the villa by Zhou Beijing.

Zhou Beijing's footsteps were light and hurried, and he quietly carried her up to the second floor and kicked open the bedroom door.

During the action, she pulled her collar because of some heat, her white neck, and the looming collarbone were full of seductive breath.

From his angle, he just saw the arc of nothingness, causing a hot current in his lower abdomen to jump up quickly.

The half-open window blew in the night breeze, blowing the ambiguous atmosphere between the two everywhere.

Lu Qianning hung on her like a pendant, her hands tightly hooked around his neck, and her two legs also wrapped around his waist.

He carried her into the bathroom, placed it on the edge of the sink, and kissed her slightly open lips fiercely.

Her head was pressed against the mirror, her long black hair hanging down her body, hooked by his fingers that were caressing all the way up.

Gradually, his fingers wrapped around the ends of her hair, and he shook it several times without shaking it off, and had to let go of her.

She slumped on the bath cabinet, gasping for breath, her eyes blurry as her brow furrowed as she untied the hair on his fingers.

She licked her dry lips, but the tightness in her throat could not be relieved, she was a little impatient, and opened the cabinet door with a familiar car and took an eyebrow knife.

His hair snapped at the sound, and although the strength of his hand did not loosen, his hand was free.

His broad, firm back stiffened, and he looked up at her.

Her misdeeds continued, and she had already pressed the eyebrow slayer on the button of his shirt.

This button is really difficult to untie, and when she is awake, she can't untie one for half a day several times, and she is in a hurry.

I was confused at this time, but I still subconsciously knew that the buttons of this dress were difficult to unbutton, so I simply gagged.

The expensive shirt melted away, and his muscular chest loomed.

Lu Qianning's head poured down the man's increasingly heavy voice, and the small movements of her hands touched his chest from time to time, which already made him almost unable to suppress the fire.

For a moment, he grabbed her wrist and forced her to lose the eyebrow knife in her hand, buried her head in her neck and shoulders, and kissed her white and tender skin fiercely.

In the small space, her song-like voice was mixed with his hoarse gasps—

She drank too much and wanted him to die.

Zhou Beijing's clear hands grabbed her waist tightly, Xu was tired, she always wanted to escape honestly, but she couldn't get rid of the control of his big hands.

The wild green tendons on the man's neck are clearly visible, where is he who can escape when he says he can escape?

Sleepless nights.

Although the next day was not a weekend, and Wang Yuan still had a crisis that had not been resolved, Zhou Beijing, who had already seized Qin Mingcheng's lifeline, was not worried about anything.

Near dawn, he took a hot shower with her drowsy, and then patiently wiped her dry a little bit, and carried her out of the bathroom and went to bed.

I didn't want to touch her again, but it was inevitable that there would be a whispering grind.

She was barely conscious, her ears tickled from his coarse breath, and she hid in his arms.

Gradually, the sky was bright, and there was movement downstairs, and it was a run to wake up.

Zhou Beijing got up and finished dressing, stopped the person before running into the bedroom door, picked him up and strode downstairs.

"Run to find your mother!" Ran Ran pointed in the direction of the bedroom.

"Run, mom is still resting, dad is playing with you today." The first few words were hoarse, and he cleared his throat to clear up a lot.

Hearing this, Old Madam Wang hurriedly ran away and beckoned, "Your father said a word that you won't be able to see your mother for a day. But it's okay, my grandmother thinks you'll be able to see your brother or sister soon—"

Rare

Zhou Beijing's sculptural facial features crossed a touch of unnaturalness, put down the struggling run in his arms, ran to Mrs. Wang with his little arms raised, and lay on Mrs. Wang's lap and thought seriously.

Then the big black eyes looked at Mrs. Wang wetly, and asked seriously, "Wife, run to my brother."

Old Madam Wang's smiling eyes immediately narrowed into a slit, "Okay, I want a younger brother, but it doesn't matter if my sister comes, my mother is beautiful, our family is also good-looking, and my sister must be a big beauty."

At that end, Zhou Beijing turned back upstairs and cleaned up the battlefield between the two last night.

Occasionally running and sticking to the road Qianning is very sticky, in case you have to come up later, these things are seen - the impact is not good.

Downstairs, Mrs. Wang looked at his back and smiled, "It seems that there will be a happy event soon."

However, when I thought about it, if she wasn't here, maybe Zhou Beijing and Lu Qianning would not have come out of the house.

These two people may not be able to estimate how much of a happy life she has lost when she is there.

Doesn't that affect the progress of something?

She looked down again at the playful run, but she wasn't there...... This kid is unwatched, and it's an obstacle to the progress of certain things.

In a dilemma, I can only hope that the next little guy will fight for breath and go to Lu Qianning's stomach as soon as possible.

As soon as it was almost evening, Zhou Beijing really couldn't stop running.

ran up the steps by himself, and after being intercepted by Zhou Beijing n times, he finally seized the gap and quickly entered the bedroom with his little short legs.

"Mom, come here—" As soon as he finished speaking, he was taken out by Zhou Beijing by the back of his neck.

She sighed, didn't struggle, and let Zhou Beijing carry her downstairs, and finally Zhou Beijing bought her the family version of the small slide she had loved for a long time-

Then, the bedroom is completely clean.

But Lu Qianning had been woken up by the voice of Runran, her misty eyes slowly opened, and the crushing pain came from her limbs.

She lay motionless on the bed for half a day until the door was pushed open.

Zhou Beijing saw that she was awake, and walked over lightly and asked, "Get up and eat something?"

She sat up suddenly, reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, staring at him with an accusatory gaze and tone, "Why are you cutting my hair?"

"I didn't cut it." Zhou Beijing frowned unconsciously, and quickly denied it, "You cut it off with an eyebrow trimmer yourself."

"Impossible." Lu Qianning sniffed, there were still kiss marks left by last night's madness on his lips, his eyes were moist and the tails of his eyes were red, and he looked pitiful, "I have kept my hair for so many years, how can I be willing to cut it?"

Zhou Beijing's tone was helpless and conniving, "How could I be willing to touch your hair? Your eyebrow trimmer is still in the sink, don't you believe you can take a look?"

Lu Qianning lay back like she had never heard of it, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt, "Did you let me drink last night? And you took advantage of my drinking too much -- and cut my hair—"

It's not me, these three words are so pale and weak that Zhou Beijing can't say it, especially when he sees that her clear eyes are gradually fogging, he compromised, "Okay, okay, whether it's me or not, it's my fault in general, can you stop crying?"