Addicted To Favoritism, the Reborn Sweet Wife is So Sweet

   Chapter 50 is just like

   "Now, now?"

  Mu Xingwan thought she heard it wrong, she looked up at the man, who stared at her harmlessly.

   Isn't he still black?

   How could you have such an idea?

   Fu Tingyao, who was blackened in his previous life, did have such an idea.

  The phoenix eyes are slightly curved, and Fu Tingyao has always been very direct in front of her, "Well, I want to see it."

   Mu Xingwan thought that they were both a veritable husband and wife, there was nothing to be ashamed of, just wear it, but her face was still a little red involuntarily.

   "Then you wait." She walked into the bathroom with her underwear.

   Fu Tingyao grinned, sat down on the chair, folded his slender legs, and looked at the bathroom expectantly.

   In the bathroom, Mu Xingwan looked at herself in the mirror, her skin was smooth, and black lace underwear was the representative color of sexiness.

  Size is just right.

   She has a bumpy figure, and the design of her underwear shows her perfect figure in the most beautiful posture.

   The poppy petal tattoo is looming on the edge of the lace, sexy/sexy, flirtatious!

   She took a deep breath, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

   In the bedroom, there is plenty of light.

  The moment Mu Xingwan walked out, she noticed the burning gaze on the other side, and her complexion was even redder than before.

   She stopped when she reached the edge of the rug.

  Fu Tingyao put one hand on his forehead and saw the figure of the girl come out. She was a little more beautiful than she thought. She knew better than anyone how good she was.

   couldn't help but hold his breath, his eyes slightly stagnant.

   Wearing clothes he bought himself, looming, is more **** than not wearing it.

   During this time, the scar on the girl's cheek suddenly faded, and if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

   Her facial features are exquisite, without the black scars, and the beauty makes people breathless.

   The flirtatious and beautiful poppy petals are looming.

   is full of temptation!

  Mu Xingwan couldn't stand the man's burning gaze, "Ayao, is it alright?"

  Fu Tingyao's eyes were like a deep sea, and the waves in his eyes were dark: "Come here."

   Mu Xingwan seemed to have guessed what the man wanted to do, and his heart was like a deer, he hesitated for a few seconds before walking over with a blushing face.

As soon as    walked in front of him, he was embraced by a pair of strong arms.

   The tips of the ears held by thin lips.

   "Does the baby like the gift I gave?"

  Fu Tingyao kept sitting in a lazy posture from beginning to end without moving.

  The two are very close, and Fu Tingyao's delicate and three-dimensional facial features are still perfect and impeccable.

   "...I like it." Mu Xingwan felt that this gift was just a package, and she packaged herself as a gift for him!

  's slender fingers grabbed the girl's chin, Mu Xingwan was forced to raise her head, her eyes met his, and there was a momentary blank.

   "On the way back, I kept imagining what you would look like when you put it on. It didn't disappoint me, it was amazing."

   Mu Xingwan stared at him without blinking, remembering the last time he was in the car.

   Courage suddenly grew, her slender jade-like arms climbed up the man's neck, she just lifted her neck slightly, and kissed her warm lips.

   Although it is not as soft as a woman's lips, the touch is excellent.

   "I want to kiss you." The girl's voice was soft like rippling in marshmallows.

  Fu Tingyao looked down, the girl's fair cheeks were smeared with reddish reddishness by the atmosphere, and her eyes were like silk.

   He had never heard a girl say such a thing, he couldn't hold back for a while.

   seems to see that delicate and beautiful, sassy and wild girl.

   "Today, baby, is very special." In the cold, there was a low voice of the night.

   Damp heat and gentle, restless and restrained.

   Mu Xingwan was a little puzzled, "What's so special?"

   Laughing but not speaking is a kind of growth, but not speaking in pain is a kind of experience.

   (end of this chapter)