A mouthful of hot air was sprayed on Ye Yingning's snow-white neck exposed outside, sticky and with countless romantic movements.

She naturally reached out and pushed him, saying no, but he was reluctant to agree. He hadn't seen him for many days, and his deep longing was revealed. At this moment, the wildness and unrestrainedness in Chongtiange's bones were all revealed, and his two arms wrapped around her small waist like copper and iron bones, and he would not let go even if he died.

Her big hand slid down her waist and touched the crack in her stockings. Her fingertips were stuffed into the hole and drew a circle. She was so itchy that she could hardly stand firmly. She could only rely on his thick chest to avoid falling.

"I'll just hug you, do nothing else, be good."

After several struggles, his voice was also panting, and he licked Ye Yingning's earlobe with a pleading tone. She was not prepared for her, and she almost felt weak when she was kissed by him. She couldn't help but hum: "Men don't say anything, it's one of the biggest lies in the world."

Chong Tiange did not miss any opportunity to tease her, and casually said, "Oh, it turns out that you want me to do something. Then I have to think about what I want to do."

Ye Yingning was both amused and pounded him hard with her elbow and said angrily: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm convinced you. Please be fine, please shut up quickly, otherwise I'll go learn from Qiao Er and just hit him to death and faint."

He hugged her and rolled down deep in the Thai bed, the curtain trembling and the fragrance was scent.

The hot palms slowly stroked Wanye Yingning's smooth spine like egg white. Chong Tiange's voice was hoarse and said slowly: "Even you can see that Qiao Er did it on purpose. It seems that everyone present today thinks I am aggressive."

She was displeased and asked, "Am I always stupid?"

Seeing him smiling but not answering, Ye Yingning curled his lips and said, "Indeed, I don't know how to play polo, but your attitude at that time seemed to be pulling Zhou Yang down from the horse and making a beat."

Chong Tiange narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone increased: "He should have beaten! He is your nominal husband, but he cannot protect you well. Instead, he wants to cause a car accident to kill you. The car marks at the scene are obvious, and I know exactly what he wanted to do at that time. Fortunately, at the last moment, he remained awake. Otherwise..."

It’s not that I’m not angry, but the time has not come. Since I mentioned this time, Chong Tiange can no longer curb the anger in his heart, and all of them are experiencing.

Ye Yingning turned over, refused to look at his eyes, and said softly: "You said too, he is my husband, so naturally... he wants to be angry."

He turned her over again stubbornly, faced himself, raised his body, and looked solemn: "So what? Who can stop the woman I want?"

As if he couldn't bear his burning gaze, Ye Yingning closed his eyes slightly, paused for two seconds, opened his eyes again, and said word by word: "Your father, your family."

Chong Tiange finally was stunned, his thin lips trembled slightly, and he let go of his hand very slowly.

Tugging the corners of his mouth, he smiled bitterly like a child: "It's rare to see each other, can you say this?"

She also curled up obediently in his arms and found a comfortable position, wrapping her arms around his neck, and her tone was extremely gentle: "Peng Tiange, I just dreamed of a fox."

Unable to control his hands wandering on her delicate body, Chong Tiange only thought that he was a small separation better than a newlywed, and a wave of evil fire could not be dispersed in his body.

Just now, Ye Yingning had already put on her clothes. In December, she was wearing only a puff-sleeved gauze skirt. The design on her back was deliberately cracked, looming. Her chaotic fingers slid in from the crack, pinching her slightly cool skin. Once, then, and in a few seconds, she brought a hint of smell.

"It's not good to dream of a fox. It's said that you're going to be cheated."

Chong Tiange forced himself to turn his attention elsewhere, so as not to be unable to help but fall into her gentle land again.

"oh?"

Her eyebrows and eyes were circulating, and her charming look turned around, pulled his loose collar, grabbed and climbed, completely hugged Chong Tiange's upper body, rubbed it a few times on his chest, and she said softly: "Who can lie to me? You are the only one..."

At the end, Ye Yingning's voice gradually lowered, her red lips slightly opened, and she held his lips in her mouth.

He was shocked all over, as if he hadn't expected that she would be so proactive, and hugged her with her backhand, and then he carefully tasted the sweetness between her lips.

A kiss that is neither long nor short, neither deep nor shallow.

Rubbing her slender shoulder blades, Chong Tiange gasped slightly, frowned unhappy: "I wear so little, I smell beautiful."

Ye Yingning was in a good mood and chuckled without saying anything.

Seeing that she looked happy at the moment, he asked tentatively: "Ying Ning, if... I mean, do you want to go abroad?"

If possible, Chong Tiange thought about sending Ye Yingning to a certain island country in the Pacific, Europe, the United States, and anywhere, and he could give her food and clothing for the rest of her life.

To the outside world, he could create all kinds of accidents of one kind or another for her, and then make a brand new identity after announcing her death.

"Going abroad? I used to study in Europe. What do you think about?"

Hearing this, the smile on Ye Yingning's mouth faded away little by little, and he looked at Chong Tiange with some confusion.

He saw that she did not understand her true intentions, so he closed her eyes and said his plan in one breath: "No, it's not the kind of going abroad. What I mean is that if you settle abroad, don't come back, live abroad with a brand new identity, I will go there to accompany you every month."

She was stunned, carefully pondering his words, and after a while, she said quietly: "Is it a beautiful place to hide in the golden house?"

This kind of thing has been heard before. It is said that many high-ranking officials' original wives or lovers live abroad all year round and never come back without special circumstances. Some voluntarily go away, while others are forced to give birth to children. They only hope that their children can be recognized and cultivated by the elders in the family and inherit the family business in the future.

Despite his reluctance, Chong Tiange nodded gently, opened his lips awkwardly and said, "Yes."

If she and him were to be together, they would be shameless for the rest of their lives.

He can give her favor, not her status; he can give her pleasure, not her promise.

Grinning, deliberately ignoring the anger in his heart, Ye Yingning avoided his face and answered quietly as calmly: "No, I don't want to go."

He had known that she was stubborn and could not be easily convinced. He didn't expect that she would be so unresolved. He immediately became upset and said to Tiange, "Why, you are addicted to being your Mrs. Zhou, and you still don't want to bear this role?"

Ye Yingning suddenly sat up, her hair drifted down and scattered on her cheeks, making her look younger than her actual age.

"Yes, I am famous here and have a share. Whoever sees me should not call me "Master Zhou" respectfully. Why should I leave my family and property and go abroad to be a second-class citizen?"

She was resentful and naturally she didn't say anything nice.

Just as Chong Tiange's brows were indeed frowning tighter, he sat up and looked down at her. For a moment, he suddenly laughed.

"I thought you were special, but it turned out that you just wanted a title. Could it be that my feelings of pampering Tiange were not as good as the title of "possessing wife" in the end?!"

Ye Yingning was silent, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turned out that he didn't understand at all. If you really love someone, you naturally couldn't bear to let him (her) feel a little wronged, both spiritually and materially. Perhaps his feelings were not pretending, but he was just a spoiled child. He had long been used to being loved and would not love others.
Chapter completed!