"You asked Ah Feng to investigate the Beiming family, how could I not come."
Di Moxuan couldn't help but kiss her on the neck, and suddenly exerted force with his long arms, straightening the woman's soft body, facing him.
Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips, and snorted lightly: "That boy, Ah Feng, I will inform you of everything, does it mean that I went to the latrine a few times, and he also has to tell you?"
Di Moxuan's twinkling peach blossom pupils were curved and evil, "When I'm not around, I want to know everything about you."
Then, he lowered his head, leaned into her ear and chuckled: "As for how many times you went to the latrine, I hope you... tell me yourself."
"You—" Damn it!
die! Change! state!
She admits cowardly!
Seeing the swollen and pretty face of the beloved woman in his arms, Di Moxuan's eyes became more doting.
He squeezed Ye Qingluo's little hand tightly, pressed it in his arms, and said with a low smile: "People in the Beiming family are very smart, and they yearn for a peaceful life more than power."
"You came here just to tell me the results of the investigation?" Ye Qing raised her eyebrows, resting her chin on his chest, looking up at him.
Di Moxuan's black eyes were deep and deep, he stared deeply into her eyes, and finally fell on her pink lips.
After meeting his gaze, Ye Qingluo realized something, and her cheeks turned red.
He raised his fist and hammered his chest, and buried his head in his arms: "What are you looking at!"
"Look at you."
The clear voice, mellow like fine wine, fascinated her heart.
His gaze was extremely serious.
It seemed as if he wanted to trap Ye Qingluo into his own flesh and blood.
At this moment, it's not just the cheeks that are hot.
Even her body was burning like a raging fire.
"Xiao Luoer..."
Di Moxuan's eyes were soft and his voice was extremely low.
He gently held up Ye Qingluo's small face, and stared at her stunning face full of shame.
Such a small drop is more and more exciting.
Ye Qingluo's little heart was beating continuously.
She could clearly see the seriousness in the man's eyes, and the flames in his pupils.
Ye Qing's small white hands caressed his cheeks.
This face was a face she was familiar with.
It wasn't the fake face that turned into Mo Zun.
She held Di Moxuan's face with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.
With the initiative of his beloved woman, how could Di Moxuan miss the opportunity
The slender five fingers clasped the back of her head immediately, and the arm across her waist also strengthened, deepening the kiss.
His kiss was strong and domineering.
After Ye Qing fell for only half an hour, he sank and limp in his arms.
It wasn't until both of them were out of breath that Di Moxuan let go of her red and swollen lips, and closed her eyes contentedly.
Ye Qingluo's face was red, and she was lying on his chest panting heavily, then she heard a man's hoarse and magnetic voice next to her ear: "Xiao Luo'er is so active because of the excitement of the academy... It made you feel so excited... Guilty towards me?"
Ye Qingluo raised his eyes, glared at him angrily, raised his fist, and punched him very hard.
Di Moxuan pressed her fist, put it on his heart, and laughed.
His chest was constantly vibrating and rising, and the strong heartbeat from his palm made Ye Qingluo's palm gradually feel hot again.
Ye Qingluo was extremely ashamed.
Bad man!
Her morality is really too shallow!
Every time in front of this man, she must be the only one who blushes.
Why do you always have to be refuted by his molested speechless!
Obviously she is the real old driver!
Ye Qingluo opened his mouth and bit his shoulder hard.
Meimou stared angrily, as if this was the only way to relieve the hot face.