The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 39
This time, Shen Lue had to act first, her cheeks were hot, and she secretly cursed Meng Zixiao, a bastard, and the bad taste of this group of people, and did not move for a long time.

While hesitating, his heart skipped a beat, and before he could exclaim, his body was already laid down on the white tablecloth by someone's arms.Tang Song hugged her tightly with his iron arms, controlling the strength of the lowering. There was soft grass under the tablecloth, so Shen Lue didn't fall.

She stared wide-eyed, staring directly at the dark night above her eyelids, she had no time to appreciate the bright stars, and there was only a blank in her mind.

Suddenly, the starlight all over the world was covered, and his magnified handsome face filled his eyes. He propped up his upper body and pressed on top of her.

"Oh, Shen Lue, don't forget the words. Ah Song, interlock your fingers, interlock your fingers..."

There was a voice beside him bluffing and directing, she couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, she just stared blankly into his eyes.Suddenly, he curled his lips into a smile, and according to the instructions of those people, he moved his big palm and pressed her hands to the sides of her head, interlocking his fingers and touching their fingertips.

Shen was in pain, and her heart twitched from the scalded palm. She came back to her senses, frowned slightly, and said with a little difficulty: "Master, you just... let me go." Puns.It is the lines, but also the voice of the heart.

Forgive her, forgive this accident, from now on strangers meet each other.

Everyone laughed loudly, only caring about their own happiness, and some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures of this scene, only to take revenge when they were laughed at by Tang Song in the future.

Only Shen Lue clearly saw that his thin lips were slightly parted, and calmly and silently uttered two words that were not in the line plan: "Don't even think about it!"

She slowly closed her eyes, her eyebrows twisted into thread balls in pain, her body ached, her heart ached...

Tang Song suddenly realized that something was wrong with her, turned sideways, and opened her palm, the blisters burst, and the sticky palm was full of wetness.

Damn it, he just thought it was her nervous sweating.

Da Heng picked up Shen Lue, and regardless of Meng Zixiao's surprised question, Tang Song strode towards the wooden house with a sullen face.

Kicking open the door of one of them, he threw her on the bed without mercy, took out the scald medicine in the first aid kit, and while roughly pulling her hand, he said angrily, "Are you dumb? Your hand hurts." You won't say?"

There were tiny drops of water on Shen Lue's eyelashes, and he tried his best to hold back the pain, not knowing why he was angry.

After painting his palms, he lifted her trousers again, and her calf was also red, but it was okay, it wasn't serious, and after a little treatment, he asked in a nasty voice, "Where else is there?"

Shen Lue's attention was focused on the fiery hands, and he couldn't hear his words clearly for a while, so he didn't make a sound.However, a few seconds later, she suddenly felt a coldness in her waist, she hurriedly covered the lifted corner of her clothes, and exclaimed: "What are you doing?!"

Tang Song stared at her, obviously looking straight up, but there was a feeling of condescension, like an emperor looking down.He ignored her objections and continued with his inspection.

Only then did Shen Lue realize his intentions, and while shrinking back, he said repeatedly: "No more, no more, it's just that my hands are burning."

Unable to dodge, he stretched out his long arms, and picked her up again. While pulling, their skins gently brushed against each other, like feathers touching the most sensitive soles of their feet, causing a shiver.

Tang Song cursed in a low voice because of the sudden throbbing and inexplicable desire.Shen Lue accidentally touched the palm of his hand and cried out in pain.

His head slowly lowered, like a slow motion in a movie, a hazy shadow fell on her bright red lips, coveting, but reluctant.

(End of this chapter)