Chapter 3990： Drunk, chaos 6

His car drove too fast, and Wen Yuan drank again and felt very uncomfortable.

Her hand was holding the car door, and her voice was a bit fragmented: "Ye Mubai, you drive a little slower..."

His voice was a little cold: "Don't you want to be the richest widow?"

Even so, he still set the speed to 50 and the traffic jam was serious. After thinking about it, he decided not to go home, and took Wen Yuan to the nearest five-star hotel.

She was uncomfortable, and her face turned pale when she got out of the car. Although Ye Mubai was angry but distressed, he half hugged her to open a presidential suite and helped her in. Fortunately, Wen Yuan’s wines were good. , Did not throw up, just took a nap in bed.

After I woke up, my head was still a little dizzy and I didn't wake up completely.

It was a little dark all around, and only when he opened his eyes, he saw the magnified Yan Yan above. Wen Yuan closed his eyes again, turned his face to the other side, and said quietly, "Scare me, why don't you turn on the lights? Where is this?"

"Hotel." He whispered in her ear, "I won't go back tonight."

Wen Yuan turned his face back again and looked at him: "Why?"

Ye Mubai's body moved slowly, clasped her wrist, nailed her to the big bed, and smiled warmly: "What do you mean?"

Wen Yuan closed his eyes with anger, "Is it just for this thing that you let me drink alcohol? Ye Mubai, you still shameless?"

He raised her hand, held her with one hand, and squeezed her delicate chin with the other hand, "I'm shameless? Wen Yuan, is it shameless to have **** with his wife?"

She stared at him angrily, a little cute.

He suddenly let go of her and went to the bar to pick out a red wine. While pouring two glasses of red wine, he casually said: "Since you said I was shameless, then I have to sit down."

Then he looked at her sideways.

Wen Yuan was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to escape from the bed, but his feet became soft after only two steps of top-heavy.

Ye Mubai stepped forward and hooked her waist, pushing her against the bar in a few strokes, with her thin lips pressed against her ear bones: "Afraid of Mrs. Ye?"

Wen Yuan struggled weakly, "You have enough Ye Mubai, you are too bad, I am your wife, not your exclusive prostitute."

He looked at her with a very soft voice: "Wen Yuan, you said something that upset me again, right?"

His fingers gently stroked her red lips, "I have always regarded you as a wife. There are so many women outside. I have never wanted to fight against others in the past. I want to do it with my own wife. Is it wrong? ’

As he said, he moved over and took a bite on the tip of her nose, with a strong sense of punishment.

Later, on her face, the soft flesh of her chin and neck was bitten in turn. He was not in a hurry to do anything to her, so he teased her punishingly and fed her alcohol.

Wen Yuan was half drunk by him, and his whole body was soft, and his body was soft on his palm. He arbitrarily treated her as soft as a kitten, as he pushed her around.

Ye Mubai lowered her head and stared at her in a white suit. She was particularly dignified, and her hair was pulled up, and she had an ascetic beauty. The kind that was extremely beautiful in the hall, but it made people want to peel it crazily in the bedroom. Lose her sense of guilt.

Ye Mubai did the same. In Wen Yuan's screams, he treated her like this, and her black curly hair fell away, as if she had changed into a **** one.