Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 140 The Strange Beiming Haoting (3)
"Whatever you say is what you say, I have no objection." Beiming Haoting raised his crimson lips wildly, his low and mellow voice was as melodious and melodious as a cello.

Immediately, Yan Chuyan was picked up by him, and walked towards the bathroom involuntarily.

The huge crystal bathtub was filled with hot water by the servants. Seeing Beiming Haoting come in with Yan Chuyan in his arms, the servants in maid outfits with lotus leaf skirts and bowknots nodded politely to him, and followed him with their heads down. one leaves.

The bathroom door was respectfully shut by the last maid to leave.

Yan Chuyan looked suspiciously at the bathtub covered with rose petals.

The warm mist rose, she bent down, reached out to check the water temperature, and looked at Beiming Haoting: "What are you still standing there for? Get out!"

"Wash together." Beiming Haoting's deep eyes were full of intense light, and his scorching eyes fell on her.

The next second, he suddenly took off his coat, raised his slender legs, and walked towards Yan Chuyan step by step.

"No, since that's the case, then you can wash it first, I'm going out." Yan Chuyan quickly raised her hands and made a cross movement, sternly refusing.

His nimble eyes had already turned to the door, ready to escape at any time.

"Bei Ming Hao Ting" followed her line of sight, and immediately understood her motives, flicking her beautiful long fingers in the direction of the doorknob——

A fluorescent purple butterfly suddenly appeared, danced lightly, and slowly flapped its wings and flew towards the door, its slender tentacles landed on the doorknob.

The crystal wings were still flapping slowly, like an elf guarding the gate.

Looking at Zidie guarding the door, Beiming Haoting smiled wickedly.

Turning her head to look at Yan Chuyan, who was stunned in front of her, she moved her red lips, raised her eyebrows and said with a wicked smile, "Don't think about running away, you are mine tonight."

As soon as the words fell, Beiming Haoting's claws stretched out towards her, the coat was peeled off, and the buttons of the sweater were unbuttoned one by one...

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In the mid-mountain area of ​​Beicheng, majestic and majestic castles stand majestically in the forest, and the towering Gothic towers soar into the sky.

The long and winding road is built around the mountains and leads directly to the bustling urban area.

In the flashy and bright Western-style palace bedroom, a white mandala surrounds the beautifully carved palace bed.

The man with a beautiful face moved and slowly opened his eyelids.

The scent of datura flowers filled the room, enough to make him dizzy.

The dazed blue eyes lost their original brilliance, the man rubbed his temples, and sat up on the bed.

What catches the eye is the bedside, the floor, the window, the door, the wardrobe full of mandala climbing vines...

Everything in the bedroom was completely overwhelmed by the mandala, and the faint fragrance suffocated him like a raging wave.

A dazzling blue light suddenly lit up, and the man suddenly returned to his original shape.

A short, round white Persian cat jumped off the big bed, jumped over the mandala at a very fast speed, and got out of the bedroom.

After turning back into a human form, Beiming Haoting walked down the stairs with his tall and straight body and slender straight legs.

With a cold complexion and a perfect and handsome face, he is like the king of hell walking out of the dark night.

Seeing him coming down, the servant bowed his head respectfully.

"James!" He growled, and looked around the huge hall, but he didn't see James.

Where did people go? !
got no response.

The servants looked at each other, terrified.

Mr. Beiming's face was so pale... so scary.

"Where's James?" Beiming Haoting continued to roar violently.

The servants shook their heads tremblingly, not daring to make a sound.

(End of this chapter)