Chapter 137

Cheng ran subconsciously put his hands on his shoulder blades and wanted to push him away: "Feng moye, what are you doing!"

The man looked at the frightened eyes of the girl in the air, like a frightened deer.

He clasped her slender wrist with one hand and clasped her fingertips above her. The temperature of the man's palm wrapped her cool little hand. A warm feeling spread in Cheng Ran's heart.

The man's voice is gentle, and the tenderness in the ink pupil seems to overflow his eyes, like coaxing a child. He is very patient.

"Wife, don't be nervous. My husband just wants to reward you."

Cheng ran was a little confused by his behavior.

"You... What do you want to reward me?"

She doesn't seem to have done anything and doesn't need his reward. Now she just wants to get up as soon as possible. It's uncomfortable to be pressed like this, and Feng moye is too close to her.

You can even smell the faint smell of tobacco on men. Cheng ran doesn't rule out men smoking. Some men smoke very attractive.

It just seemed that this was not the time to think about it, and she stared.

"Let me go and seal Mo ye, or don't blame me for doing it to you."

"Wife, it's a bad habit to often fight with her husband. Originally, my wife had a beautiful face. She was gentle and virtuous. It came out that you wanted a domestic violence husband, which was bad for your reputation."

Feng moye was not deterred by the deterrence in Cheng Ran's words at all. Instead, he was quite patient to deal with her.

It's not that Cheng ran hasn't seen a man before. He also met several men who wanted to pursue her. Without exception, they were all scared back by her.

But Feng moye is really different from those people. Every time she quarrels with him, she always feels that she has hit the cotton with her fist.

And she didn't seem to reject him as much as she thought.

Cheng ran also admits that after Feng moye's leg disease has recovered, her body function is gradually recovering. She is probably not his opponent, but she doesn't like this pressing posture. She is active wherever Cheng ran goes.

A sly smile flashed in her clear eyes: "since you want to reward me, let's talk in another direction."

As soon as the voice fell, Cheng ran hooked the man's leg and turned over. The two changed their positions. This time, Cheng ran was on top, and Feng moye was pressed below.

The man's fingers passed through her soft hair, moved very gently, rubbed her hair, and the corners of his mouth aroused a trace of evil smile, which was meaningful.

"So my wife likes this posture."

Cheng ran had never experienced such a thing and naturally didn't think about it. She blurted out.

"Who likes to be pressed by others, of course I prefer to be pressed by others."

She doesn't like being at a disadvantage.

Feng moye looked at the two people's posture carefully. Cheng ran sat on him completely. His skirt turned up with the action, revealing his thin white legs. His flexible thighs were pasted up with the temperature. It was terrible.

"Let's talk about the reward. It's your credit that Feng Changdong took the initiative to apologize and confess to me, isn't it?"

Cheng ran nodded calmly, "yes."

"Why do you do that? Don't you always like to meddle in other people's affairs?"

Feng moye twists his fingers around Cheng Ran's hair tail and plays with it. His eyes are full of interest. Her little wife is becoming more and more lovely. Now he knows how to protect her husband, which makes him very satisfied.

Cheng Ran is not shy. Since she dares to do it, she has nothing to admit.

"Are you someone else? Even if we are not real husband and wife, you are also my husband in name. My grandmother said that husband and wife are one. They are both prosperous and lossy. He dares to harm you like this. If we are not together, take me together."

Cheng Ran's words are like thinking for himself and asking Feng Changdong to apologize to him. It's completely by the way.

Feng moye laughingly taps Cheng Ran's small nose with his fingers.

"Duplicity, no matter what, my husband decided to reward you, so as not to waste our time as a husband and wife."

The first thing in Cheng Ran's mind is the project Feng Changdong promised just now. He looks at Feng moye with Xiumei.

"Are you going to give me half of the money for the project that sealed Changdong?"

"Little money fan." Feng moye fondly pinched the tip of her nose, "mine is yours. What else can't be divided."

Cheng ran can't think of it now.

"What do you want to reward me?"

"Of course..." Feng moye's eyes deepened, and his eyes fell on Cheng Ran's red and delicious lips. "This is enough."

He encircled Cheng Ran's neck and pressed it down. He kissed Cheng Ran's lip flap accurately. Her taste was excellent. The grinding people's scalp was numb, and a evil fire went straight to the tail vertebrae along the spine.

Cheng ran was dizzy when he kissed him. The temperature on his body kept rising. The man untied his shirt buttons one by one with one hand, and his strong chest came out bit by bit with the action. This picture has an unspeakable color.

"Wife, do you want to feel better."

The man's voice is very heavy. When he bites out his wife's two words, he is ambiguous and hooks people. He has an unspeakable sense of intimacy.

Maybe it's because he's nervous. Feng moye sees Cheng ran biting his lips. His long eyelashes are obviously trembling. The tip of his ears blushes with shame and spreads to the root of his ears. His fingers are shaking.

Cheng Ran's eyes were blurred. It was obvious that she was confused.

"What are you going to do?"

The man took a bite in her ear, and his voice couldn't tell the evil spirit.

"Do what husband and wife should do."

"I... I can't. I'm a little out of breath."

Cheng ran didn't know why she was so nervous. Her heart beat faster and she felt like she was suffocating.

Feng moye touched her, her complexion was hot, and her breathing was faster and faster. It was really not like the reaction of normal people.

He put his arms around Cheng Ran's waist and easily took her to sit up. At this moment, the feeling in his eyes turned into worry.

"Wife, what's the matter?"

Cheng Ran's lips were slightly open, wanted to breathe fresh air, and then panted.

"I don't know what's going on, but I feel very uncomfortable and nervous."

Feng moye frowns and puts his warm palm on her chest. He just wants to help her breathe more smoothly.

Then she stared at Cheng Ran's red cheek and asked, "have you never been like this with other men?"

Cheng ran looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

She didn't quite understand.

Feng moye didn't know how to describe it. He said it too openly, afraid to scare her, too euphemistically, and afraid she wouldn't understand.

He wrote on his hand, "well... Just like we did just now."

Cheng ran didn't want to shake his head. "No, if other men dared to do this, I would have abandoned him, okay?"

"Then why didn't you abandon me?" Feng moye smiled and asked.