It took a long time for the two of them to regain their composure. As soon as they regained their composure, Miss Shengxia thought of something else: "Huo Yannian, this is so difficult. Are you self-taught?"
These words made the atmosphere that had finally eased become awkward again. Mr. Huo had originally planned to turn his back and let this little woman know what a "kiss" was when he heard her say this.
Huo Yannian was immediately speechless. He looked at Yu Shengxia intently for a few seconds and sighed helplessly: "Shengxia, this is instinct."
"Instinct? No need to learn?"
The blush on Mr. Huo's face was revived by Yu Shengxia's two consecutive questions. Huo Yannian felt shy, of course, not because her questions were strange, but because Miss Shengxia's eyes were clear when she asked such questions. Extremely bright, as clean and pure as a baby, and a little serious. If someone who doesn't know her looks like this, they will think that she is discussing some academic issue with him.
No, he couldn't let her look at him like this anymore. Huo Yannian decided to use the old tricks and focus on the guests.
Holding the back of Yu Shengxia's head with one hand, his eyes were filled with ambiguity: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."
After saying that, he kissed her deeply. Yu Shengxia was blocked by his sudden kiss and was speechless for a moment. Then she realized that Huo Yannian was really teaching her, rubbing her little by little. Penetrating inch by inch.
But soon, both of them felt the taste of blood in each other's mouths again. Yu Shengxia subconsciously wanted to push Huo Yannian away, but how could Mr. Huo give her that chance? She couldn't do anything else but kiss. It's possible, not to mention, she started the fire first...
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The night was getting darker, and the number of cars on the road was gradually decreasing. Su Yan drove the Lamborghini he had just bought at a high speed. After a few graceful dodges, he stopped steadily at the door of "Drunkard" and pushed the door open. Car, a beautiful parabola threw the key in his hand to the doorman.
Su Yan was wearing a very naughty light pink shirt. His hair had just been styled today, and he looked very handsome. He still had that cynical expression on his face, making him look like a prodigal in love.
"Young Master Su, it's just you."
He had just taken two steps when a tipsy man came over. He was one of Su Yan's friends.
The man came over and put a hand on Su Yan's shoulder: "Young Master Su, I have prepared a high-quality product for you today, go and take a look?"
Su Yan patted the man's chest: "Excellent?"
"Absolutely! If you are not satisfied, the latest Ferrari I just bought is yours."
Su Yan also smiled generously: "I'm satisfied, and my Rambo is the same."
They are all the rich second generation, and they are also nightclub prodigals. This kind of thing is very common among them.
Follow the man into a private room where more than a dozen people are sitting. These people vary greatly in appearance and height. Some are as handsome as Su Yan, while others are just ordinary passers-by. Some of them can simply be described as ugly.
But Su Yan is definitely the most eye-catching among them.
The man who pulled Su Yan in pouted to the side: "Here, Mr. Su, how about that one?"
Following the man's line of sight, Su Yan saw a girl sitting alone, with long wavy hair, a tight-fitting red dress with a tube top, a long career line, and an absolute S shape.