Chapter 953

In the end, I don't know who said, why women please men, can't men please women?

As a result, it triggered a great discussion between men and women about how to please each other.

Su ran looked at the fork of the gas, in the brain, circled the ice and fire double sky five big words.

Rong Mingyuan used to browse the news of the day before he left work, and the local forum pushed the hot topics of the day in the lower right corner of the page.

There's no reason for him to miss the battle between men and women who please whom.

It's just this topic After reading, he picked up the corner of his eyes slightly, and unconsciously showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, adding a little softness to his tight and handsome face.

Mo Qianyu is standing at the door. She thinks she is wrong and blinks a few more eyes. It turns out that Rong Mingyuan is really smiling.

However, when Rong Mingyuan found her, the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a meteor gliding across the sky. He frowned coldly: "why don't you knock first when you come in?"

"I'm sorry, I'm careless. I'm looking at the door, so..." She stepped back and made a few small buttons on the door.

Rong Mingyuan closed the computer page, took his coat and car key, stood up and walked out: "I have something to do in the evening, I won't accompany you to dinner, you go back first."

He walked out on his own without any explanation. When he passed by her, his steps didn't even stop. Mo Qianyu stood behind him with his mouth half open.

Since he left with Su ran that day, she hasn't seen him. She finally agreed to go back to dinner with her tonight. As a result, she was left alone.

He is in a hurry. Is he going to another appointment?

She quietly sent someone to drive and kept up with Rong Mingyuan's Land Rover.

She ordered people to stop the car when it was lost and there were few tracks on the road.

Because, no need to follow, she also knows where Rong Mingyuan is going.

Su ran, it's the place he hid.

She sat in the car, silent to the flat view that she could see out of the window.

Mobile phone also left Mo Guohua just sent out the message, let her find a way to save him.

She can't protect herself. What can she do to save her.

Xu Jinghua's warning is still in her ears. She seems to have no choice but to quickly compensate a grandson for her.

I'm really bored!

Yang Qingge is not much better. Two women who are also out of their wits get drunk in the nightclub and clink their glasses. Mo Qianyu said, "you are still lucky that you didn't register with Qiao Yunchen, otherwise you would not be able to sit here now."

"Is there a difference? Rong Mingyuan is really cruel. He plays with your family, my family and Qiao's family. He is the best. No, he is the best! "

Mo Qianyu looked at her with a smile: "who."

***

"Su ran!" As soon as Yang Qingge slaps the table, she gnashes her teeth and says the name. The reason why the Yang family has come to this stage is that she tries to kidnap Su ran. Of course, the Mo family has nothing to do with Su ran. It's because of Su mo. but if there is no such thing as Su Mo, how can su ran make so much noise and so many things. To sum up, all the causes lie in Su ran.

"Yes, that's right. Su Ran is the culprit. It's all her fault. It's all her fault!" Mo thousand language is also full of anger, keep drinking, but finally, and hastily laugh out, "then now, how to do."

"I don't know..."

The two women scolded Su ran fiercely, and almost cursed her completely. However, they didn't really take her hand, and no one dared to do it easily.

"Ah, there's a way..." Yang Qingge suddenly sobered up a little bit, "thousand words, can't wait to die like this, there's a way!"

"What can I do?"

Yang Qingge beckons to her and lets her go

Two people conspired.

*

Rong Mingyuan came back two hours earlier than usual.

At this time, Su ran was still in full preparation.

She didn't know that he had come back. She walked around the villa alone, learning all kinds of postures and speaking tones. He enjoyed a quiet pantomime outside the transparent landing window.

Her nervousness, her coyness, her awkwardness, her awe inspiring all fell into his eyes.

The golden setting sun shines on her abundant body through the window lattice, which is a quiet beauty.

The afterglow of the setting sun seemed to warm his eyes, with some intoxicating feelings.

Looking at the time, she also seems to be finally satisfied, in front of the mirror raised a small fist to do a few satisfied refueling.

Rong Mingyuan smiles. I haven't seen her so simple and lovely for a long time.

Even her stomach didn't seem so dazzling.

Su ran should be grateful to Su mo. Su Mo and Xiang Huan, the dead child, have left Rong Mingyuan with deep pain so far. The small white face is often like a nightmare, and they come out to pester him at night.For the sake of atonement, and also for the sake of gratitude, he chose tolerant indifference to Su Ran's children.

The last ray of sunset fell into the horizon of the sea and sky. He laughed at the nervous figure inside. It's time to go in.

"You're back." The door opened, and Su ran stood at the table in a daze.

Rong Mingyuan looks up and down at her and slightly picks her eyebrows. Su ran can't help pulling the too short skirt and says with a smile, "well, I'm hungry. I've made a meal and I can eat it right away."

She ran into the kitchen anxiously, cursing at her embarrassment while boiling.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms around her.

Because of estrogen, these two juicy peaches are very sensitive. When they touch each other, it seems that an electric current passes through the whole body.

He bowed his head and kisses her earlobe without warning. The lid of the pot in Su Ran's hand clangs to the ground.

He whispered in her ear, "so nervous? Didn't you plan all day to please me? "

"How do you know?" As soon as the words came out, she wanted to bite off her tongue.

Rong Mingyuan made a deep smile and lifted up her short skirt: "you're wearing my shirt, and you don't wear anything at the bottom. Am I wrong?"

Su ran bit her lip and couldn't speak. She just swallowed her saliva desperately. Is she Sima Zhao's heart?

After being pinched by him rhythmically, her body became hot and restless. She was embarrassed to stand. He licked her beautiful neck. She couldn't help but lift her neck. Her body has more memory than her reason, and she can't escape.

His gentle, easy to capture her.

"I know that you have a lot of complaints about making you please me, don't you? Then, how about I please you?" His low Yin's murmur is like a secret whisper in the world.

As if to go back to the past, Su ran had a confused illusion.

He turned her around and began to unbutton one by one.

She did not dare to move. She was afraid that it was a dream. When she woke up, he became the moody tyrant again. She was afraid that he would tear up pieces of himself. Those rough and unpleasant memories were deeply rooted in her mind.

However, tonight's he, but gentle can melt her, double ~ legs trembling, she can only rely on him to stand.

Love and desire are boundless.

Subconsciously, she reached out and turned off the kitchen light. It's not a good body. It's hard to see.

She worked hard to prepare props for the afternoon, but she couldn't match his superb kissing skills.

She gave up her arms.

*****

at night, Su ran fell asleep with a smile.

Rong Mingyuan couldn't sleep. She rested on his arm, and he was absorbed in her shallow face.

Between them, as if through mountains and rivers, mountains and rivers, to meet you, this kind of thing, only I can do.

Caressing her round face, he tried not to let jealousy grow in his heart, but he couldn't control it.

Once you have a mustard in your heart, it's like living in a devil. His mind and body may be controlled by the devil anytime and anywhere.

Afraid of losing control, he quietly took out his hand and went to the balcony to calm himself down.

He tried to persuade himself to forget, put down, forget, put down

****

Su ran woke up in the afternoon of the next day.

Chuang shop around a cold, Rong Mingyuan has already left.

She is lying on Chuang, laughing, her heart is like a piece of honey, long lost sex makes her body tired and aching, but every cell screams, happy and comfortable.

She turns on her cell phone and swipes the post from last night.

A reply from an IP address called hand of God: last night, the woman I love was held high.

Countless people left messages. Last night, I please my wife. Last night, I was lucky to be my queen

Seeing Su ran, she is not happy or sad.

But isn't it just about themselves? Last night, she was really loved by Rong Mingyuan.

Women are really forgetful.

How easy it is to forget the pain.

For several days, Su ran was intoxicated with Rong Mingyuan's extreme tenderness.

Of course, he is moderate and has no endless demands.

He also asked Su ran to please himself by using the method of ice and fire, and all the safe and interesting methods mentioned in the post.

People in the company say that Rong Mingyuan must be in a good mood these days. He always smiles unconsciously. He has become more tolerant and more like the former boss.

Song Lei obviously felt Rong Mingyuan's change.

He had heard about he Huan for a long time, but he didn't dare to ask. Taking advantage of Rong Mingyuan's good mood today, he said: "boss, did you take Su ran to the villa again?"Rong Mingyuan browsed through the documents and gave a hum.

Song Lei was both surprised and happy: "did you tell her about Su Mo and Xiang Huan?"

Rong Mingyuan's face is a little heavy. Song Lei thinks he has touched the thunder again. Rong Mingyuan shakes his head: "let's talk about it later."

The trust between them is very poor.

She and Qiao Yunshen's Union, is also his heart knot.

While sinking into the desire for Su ran, he struggled in the mud where he couldn't let go and forget. It was like the cage of a fence. The more he earned, the tighter he was.

Song Lei looked at him sympathetically, then changed the topic: "this is Qiao Zhenyuan's equity transfer book, do you want to have a look?"

Rong Mingyuan waved: "don't look, send someone to buy directly."

"How about Qiao Yunshen and Qiao Yunchen..."

Rong Mingyuan was holding a Montblanc pen in his hand. The black end of the pen signed his name on the paper. His voice was clear: "if you cut the grass without removing the roots, the spring wind will blow again!"