Chapter 4770

Han Yichu's eyes flashed with a deep whirlpool, like a storm.

He can't help thinking that if Huang Qingwu is really interested in helianheng

At the thought of this possibility, the storm in Han Yichu's eyes became more and more intense.

He continued to call.

He even thought that if he didn't pick up this time, he would go upstairs to find her, or let the person on duty go upstairs to find her.

She's his wife. He wants to see her.

At this moment, nothing can stop Han Yi from seeing Huang Qing dance for the first time.

After Huang Qingwu went upstairs, he went to the bathroom. His mobile phone was in the dormitory.

When Han Yichu called for the second time, Huang Qingwu picked up the phone.

"Hello

When he heard the sound of Huang Qing dance, Han Yichu felt that his heart was alive.

His heart suddenly jumped up, the first feeling of heart suffocation and heart alive are two different feelings.

Han Yichu's throat was a little hoarse at this time. He rolled twice and couldn't speak for a moment.

"Early, early? Why is there no sound? "

Hearing the gentle tone of Huang Qingwu, Han Yichu closed his eyes. He almost used all his strength to say: "Qingwu, I'm downstairs in your dormitory."

Huang Qingwu was stunned when he heard this.

He's downstairs?

So fast?

She just came back to the dormitory.

In retrospect, Huang Qingwu feels that Han Yichu's voice is not right. His voice is a little hoarse and seems to be tired.

Huang Qing dance can't help but worry, "you wait for me, I'll go downstairs."

"Good."

Han Yichu's vision has been outside the car.

He felt that the time was very long.

Until he saw the figure of Huangqing dance, Han Yichu had an impulse to get out of the car and hold her.

But he held back. It was a ring.

As soon as Huang Qingwu went downstairs, she saw Han Yichu's car. She didn't think much about it and went in through the door of the co pilot.

As soon as he sat in, Huang Qingwu was hugged by a familiar person.

This embrace is very tight and very hard, as if to melt the emperor Qing dance into blood.

His head is buried in the neck of Huangqing dance, and he kisses it gently. His breath is brushed on the neck of Huangqing dance, which makes her shiver and numb.

Huang Qingwu doesn't know what happened to Han Yichu at all. She can't help but make a soft voice, "Yichu..."

She has no resistance to Han Yichu's body.

As soon as Huang Qingwu said these two words, Han also kisses her lips for the first time.

Han Yichu kisses hard, stirring her fragrance and sweetness.

"Well It's also early... "

Han Yichu didn't speak. His eyes were stormy. He seemed to be in urgent need of venting and proving something.

Huang Qing dance can't push Han Yichu away.

"Yechu, no Don't This is the dormitory building... "

Han Yichu slightly let go of Huang Qingwu and looked down at her deeply with a dark whirlpool in his eyes.

He said in a deep and hoarse voice: "Qingwu, you are my wife, I kiss my wife, isn't it the most normal?"

With soft words, Han Yichu's fingers caressed Huang Qingwu's lips.

Huang Qingwu's heart trembled. For some reason, she felt that there was something wrong with Han Yichu. She couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Yi Chu, what's the matter with you?"

Han Yichu's eyes darkened. He lowered his head and bit Huang Qingwu's neck to plant his own trace.

He looked at the red mark and felt that it was his and she was his.

Han Yichu's blood is boiling, and he seems to be shouting about something.