Chapter 2885

Man's kiss, along the heart wet cloth, wet kiss up.

He scalded his soft lips and kissed her.

Huarong breathed slightly, raised his eyes to see the man's drooping long eyelashes.

His eyes are covered by fluffy eyelashes, and there is a faint and shallow arc in the gap. He is like a small animal who wants to be dissatisfied, intoxicated with his food.

Huarong raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on his eyes. He gently closed his eyes, kissing her lips and calling her name: "Rongrong, Rongrong..."

The voice sounded very harsh, as if she were bullying him.

Huarong was sitting on his leg, his waist was a little soft, his clothes were pushed up by him, the skin on his waist and abdomen was all pasted on his smooth silk shirt, and the man's temperature was transmitted to her skin with a distance of less than a millimeter.

She was hugged by his hands and his lips were kissing her face in disorder.

Huarong stretched out his hand to hold his tie, pulled his neck to her, and steadied the man's lips with wine.

Her tongue went into his mouth to stir his clumsy, stiff tongue.

Feng Jin didn't know if she was bluffing by this tongue kiss. The whole person sat there motionless, dragging her little buttocks and letting her stir the flames and make waves.

After kissing for about ten minutes, Huarong raised her head and looked at the man with red lips in front of her. Feng Jin looked at her in a dazed way. She lifted her hand and gently stroked her lips. She murmured, "I want to..."

He offered to kiss again.

The back of the chair was put down, and Huarong was riding on his waist. The space was not big and the room for action was very small. But at this time, everyone forgot to go to another place, and their desire for each other exceeded the limit of endurance. The pleasure of skin blind date was intoxicating.

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Huarong back pain from the man's arms drilled out, the cat waist from the car picked up scattered clothes, hiding in the back seat began to wear clothes.

If she could, she would like to pour the water in her head.

Men are wrong.

She didn't control it, and gave the Phoenix brocade up again.

Dressed, Huarong leaned against the window, lit a cigarette and squinted at someone who was unconscious in the copilot.

After taking a puff of smoke, Hua Rong leaned over her head and looked at Feng Jin's body.

Fortunately, she did not make her intelligence faint enough to leave a mark on him.

Holding the cigarette in his mouth, Huarong held out his hand, carefully put the button on the Phoenix brocade, glanced at the part of his leg that had just been used, and zipped him up.

then opened the window and sprayed the air with perfume in the car, creating a perfect crime scene.

Passing the drugstore, Huarong got out of the car and bought a 24-hour emergency contraceptive pill, planning to go home to make up.

On the way to the car, Hua Yan called. Hearing what he said, Huarong's mobile phone trembled and almost threw it out.

"I see."

Hang up the phone, Huarong sat in the driver's seat, holding a cigarette, quietly looked at the man on the passenger's seat for a while.

In the dead of night, she enjoyed the warmth of this man for a moment. No one knew what she was thinking when she was alone with him.

The ash fell down, and Huarong leaned over her head and gently kissed Feng Jin's lips. Then she put out the cigarette end and threw it into the ashtray. She opened the door and walked down.

This evening, in Liangcheng, the hundred year old Huajia began their last escape.

When Fengjin wakes up from the sunny morning, the whole Huajia family has already been empty. A moment of greedy joy in his dream seems to be a contrary prediction in front of reality. He panicked to call Huarong, but there has already been a display of shutdown.

When the mansion is about to collapse, Feng's family has more than enough heart and strength, and even tries every means to choose his own family.

The marriage between Fengjin and Huarong has become the secret of Feng's parents.

If it wasn't for Huarong's divorce from Fengjin, maybe the Feng family would be implicated by the Hua family. It's really a lucky thing.

No one ever confided the idea from his mouth, but Feng Jin walked in the middle of the crowd, but still found their idea in the eyes they looked at him.

It made him feel irritable for no reason.

The encirclement and suppression of Huajia was carried out under the surface of the water. There was no Huajia industry in Liangcheng.

People don't even know that Liangcheng's most bustling downtown, the two most prosperous nightclubs have changed owners.

The villas next to the Huajia family have moved in new residents. The bustling new people live in the place that once belonged to Huarong. Fengjin stands by the bedroom window, looks at the stranger outside the window, and suddenly feels a trace of unbearable.

He understood what life cannot bear.He wanted to know where the face was.

This cruel woman, even in the evening of leaving, did not call him.

That mobile phone number, has been shown to be cancelled.

Where is she now? Is she still alive? Or has he been secretly arrested and executed?

Day by day, he gradually felt fear in such a quiet day.

He was dumped by Huarong - he had hoped for countless times that she would not appear in front of him again.

And now, his prayers have been successful.

She may never appear again.

Once such thoughts come into being, people can't calm down any more.

Old Feng saw his impatience and asked him to take care of Tongcheng's industry.

"Grandfather." He asked him, "do you know where she is?"

"I don't know." Old Feng replied, "now, it's better that no one knows."

Feng brocade was driven to Tongcheng by Feng Lao. The city was strange to him. There was no flower appearance and no sense of familiarity.

He returned to his marriage room with Huarong.

All the property and real estate of the Huajia family have been sealed up. The wedding room, which was jointly bought by the Huajia and Fengjia, survived because Huarong was out of the house. Now it is under his name alone.

He also went to Huarong villa to have a look, there has also been auctioned out, at the moment is redecorating.

What she had left behind, no trace can be found. The only thing he could be happy with was that he asked Huarong to take it away. Huarong didn't come back to take it. The clothes and sundries left by her at home still had traces of her life.

He asked people to put the things in order, sealed and preserved, and then lived alone in this cold city.

Three months passed in a twinkling of an eye.

Autumn is coming.

The weather was gloomy. It was raining when Fengjin woke up from the bed in the early morning.

An autumn rain and a cold.

He stood barefoot on the ground, looking out of the window, thinking about whether it was going to be winter after a period of time.

He couldn't see her face, but his brain exploded first. Instinct was faster than reason, and his body was running downstairs.

Panting to open the door, the body was scalded by the cold wind and cold rain, goose bumps all stood up.

He stares at the woman standing under the tree not far away. The atmosphere doesn't dare to breathe, but his chest fluctuates constantly.

She was wearing a long black dress, with a red umbrella on her hand. She stood under the heavy rain, gloomy and bright, like a ghost who came to ask for his life.

Feng Jin froze for a while, then walked over barefoot and tightly grasped her cold wrist.

Hold on. She won't run away.

It was the only thought left in his mind.

She won't run away again.

Huarong was held by his scalding hand. I don't know why, but also got goose bumps.

She looked up and looked at the man's face. The rain had wet his black hair. There was no expression on his face, only a pair of black eyes were dead in the dim light.

He's more likely to come for his life than she is.

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"er..." Put up the umbrella, stood in the room, Huarong scratched the tip of his nose, looked at the tall man wet in front of him, a little puzzled - did Fengjin ever have this height before? She is now under a lot of pressure. "Why don't you take a bath first? I'm not going. "

A drop of water rolled down from his wet eyelashes and closed his thin lips. The man was wet all over. The thin black silk pajamas were close to his tight and thin muscles. The flowery face glanced at his waist and abdomen, feeling that his eight abdominal muscles were still there.

"Where have you been these three months?"

The male voice in the ear is hoarse and smelly, and the dry voice is almost broken. Huarong is slightly stunned. He looks up at the man's face and sees a trace of gloom in his eyes.

It's like a husband who's cheating on her

Huarong was Feifei in his heart, and his face was smiling: "I didn't go there Run around the world. Well... "

Her wrist was clenched, and she was suddenly pulled to her body by him. The handsome face of the man was right in front of her, and she felt Alexander.

Feng Jin stretched out her hand and held her tightly.

The wet water vapor on his body rubbed against Huarong's body, and his skin felt a chill, which made her loveless.

Finally, two people took a hot bath together.

Comfortable lying on the edge of the bathtub bath bath, she comfortable squint eyes, the man from behind her gently leaning over, the kiss from her back shoulder gradually spread upward.

Huarong is a little itchy, leaning over the body and holding his lips with a hand, she said with a smile: "not now.""I want it." His voice was so dumb that even his eyes were deep, full of possessiveness and control.

"Not for months." Huarong licked her lips and whispered, "I'm pregnant. Horse hooves. Take care of the pregnant woman. "