Sudden braking at high speed is almost fatal.

Hearing his daughter's voice, Qiao Zhanbei's body shook suddenly, hot beads of sweat slipped down from the corners of his forehead, and he quickly rolled off Ye Mian's body, pulled the quilt, and covered the ambiguous picture of the two of them being disheveled.

Ye Mian's lust was hung to the extreme, and when she heard Qiao Qiao's scream, she was also suddenly startled, and in an instant, there was no desire.

Little Jojo wore a suspender silk nightdress, put on small slippers, walked to the bed, and saw her mother and father sleeping together, she frowned unhappily.

"Jojo, aren't you asleep?" Qiao Zhanbei sat up and smiled kindly, "Want to sleep with your parents?" ”

Jojo shook her head, "Sleep with Mom." ”

Qiao Zhanbei: "......"

He's disgusted again?

Ye Mian's heart warmed, she couldn't hold back her joy, and lifted the quilt: "Come to my mother's arms." ”

Her precious daughter, it's rare to stick to her.

Xiao Qiaoqiao didn't go to bed immediately, she looked at Qiao Zhanbei on the other side of the big bed, frowned, and pouted.

Ye Mian understood her expression: Let Dad go.

"Brother Qiao, why don't you go sleep in the guest room? The guest room opposite can live in people, and my aunt just cleaned it today. Ye Mian turned his face to look at the man beside him and asked in a low voice.

Qiao Zhanbei's face darkened, he didn't speak, he hugged Ye Mian's waist tightly, his face was affectionately against her face, and his black eyes looked at the little man on the edge of the bed defiantly.

Jojo watched her father hug her mother intimately, she grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her with all her strength, which was bound to snatch her mother out of her father's arms.

Qiao Zhanbei looked at his daughter's appearance, funny and angry, this leaky little padded jacket, blatantly competing with him for favor.

In front of the villain, he kissed Ye Mian.

Xiao Qiaoqiao was stunned, and she pulled her mother harder.

Being cared about so much by Gao Leng's daughter, Ye Mian's heart warmed.

But the big and the small ones are all competing for favor, she is in a dilemma, and struggles in her heart, "Brother Qiao, you go to the guest room to sleep, I want to sleep with Qiaoqiao." ”

Go to the father and keep the daughter.

Hearing this, Qiao Zhanbei raised his elbows, his handsome face hung above her face, and his eyes locked on her.

The man's hot and humid breath sprayed on her face, his cold white handsome face, three-dimensional and deep contours, dark eyes, a look of resentment, a look of being abandoned by him.

Ye Mian's heart palpitated, almost soft-hearted, and in an instant he felt that he was really naïve enough, competing for favor with a one-year-old girl, and pleasing villains in various ways during the day.

"Jojo rarely sticks to me, go quickly." She urged him hard.

He fell out of favor.

Qiao Zhanbei reluctantly let go of her, looked at the domineering and powerful girl, and kept silently chanting: biological, biological.

The man left the bedroom in disappointment.

As soon as he left, little Jojo climbed into the big bed and got into his mother's arms.

Smelling the milk fragrance on her body, Ye Mian's heart was warm, her baby was really her intimate little padded jacket.

Snuggled in her mother's arms, little Qiaoqiao closed her eyes, and after a while, she fell into a sweet dream.

Holding the little body full of the fragrance of the little baby's milk, Ye Mian almost fell asleep, thinking that a certain man was still alone in the guest room, she kissed Xiao Qiaoqiao s face and got up.

She changed into a sexy black lace sundress, wrapped in a silk dressing gown, took a box of covers, put it in her pocket, and walked out of the bedroom.

Coax to go.

It's just that he is still in the guest room?

Ye Mian felt a sense of loss in his heart, thinking that he was gone.

The study, decorated in retro style, with dark wood shelves, is full of books, neat and orderly.

Under the bronze chandelier, the man sat behind a dark retro American-style desk, wearing a dark blue silk nightgown and a cigarette in his mouth, looking intently at the laptop on the table, his long fingers tapping on the keyboard.

Suddenly, he grabbed the cigarette between his long fingers, lit some ash in the ashtray, and put it in his mouth, his deep eyes never left the computer screen for a moment.

Focused and serious.

At first glance, you can tell that you are dealing with business.

Ye Mian stood at the door, watching this scene, his heart pounding.

She used to be obsessed with his workaholic.

She swallowed, pushed open the heavy door, and crept inside, the faint smell of tobacco floating in the air.

Qiao Zhanbei was answering a work email with a cigarette in his mouth, and he looked up when he noticed someone coming in.

He narrowed his eyes when she saw her long hair wrapped in a pearl-white silk nightgown, and the black lace on the placket loomed.

Didn't you go to your father and stay with your daughter, and slept with your daughter, why did you find him?

"Working overtime?" Ye Mian stood at the desk, holding the desktop with one hand, bent over, leaned forward, looked at him opposite, hooked the corners of his lips, and asked.

The silk nightgown belt easily spreads and the placket is open to reveal the sexy black lace nightdress inside.

On the man's fair neck, the sexy raised Adam's apple slid up and down.

"I don't want to be alone in the empty room to reply to a few emails, sorry, I used your computer without your consent, don't mind?" He took a cigarette in his mouth, looked at her, and said politely.

Looking at his cold and ascetic face through the curling green smoke, Ye Mian shook his head lightly and took off the cigarette in his mouth.

"Smoking again, still in my study." As she spoke, she took a bite of her cigarette and took a deep breath expertly.

There are many kinds of styles.

Qiao Zhanbei breathed heavily, his throat tightened, and his eyes deepened.

She spat out a cigarette into his bewildered face.

The man's heart stirred, and he was fascinated by her.

"Miss Ye, what are you looking for me?" He secretly cleared his throat, looking like he was sitting still.

Ye Mian bit his cigarette, walked around the solid wood desk, walked to his side, and poured into his arms softly and bonelessly.

The sultry sweet scent of a woman's body and the crisp woody tone of abstinence on a man's body entangle in the air.

She grabbed the cigarette between her jade fingers, pointed it in his face, and spat out another puff of smoke, and she looked at him with silky eyes.

The woman's eyes seemed to have a pair of hooks hooking his soul, and she only heard her say, "I am glad for you." ”

Qiao Zhanbei's lower abdomen instantly burst into a ball of heat, his black eyes were full of strong desire, he clenched his back molars, his fingers slowly took off the cigarette in her mouth, leaned forward, and pressed it out in the ashtray.

He looked back at her, his eyes fiery, and her heart trembled.

"Hmm......"

The man held her face and kissed her fiercely.

The smell of tobacco lingered in her sweet mouth, strong and sweet, driving him crazy.

Ye Mian kissed him back eagerly, the silky nightgown slipped off his shoulder, revealing an uninjured fragrant shoulder on one side, a white and bony collarbone, and a black lace shoulder strap.

Qiao Zhanbei inadvertently bumped into this sultry picture, and the beastly desire in his body became even wilder and presumptuous......

The computer, ashtray, books and other items on the desk were swept away by the man, and he carried her to sit on the table, and she took out the silver-wrapped Okamoto from her pocket and smashed it on his chest.

Qiao Zhanbei took it in his hand, took out one, looked at her, and eagerly bit it open.

The man's originally cold and ascetic face was full of lust at this time, her heart was hot, and her jade legs wrapped around his waist like vines.

Under the bronze chandelier, the light is dim, and the two bodies reunited after a long absence, outlining a picture of lust and charm......