Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

When the canonization kissed down again, Luo Yangyang reflexively wanted to struggle. His kiss was too strong and domineering, as if he was about to break her into the belly, bringing her personal fear.

If she didn't struggle, she suspected that she would be canonized.

What made Luo Yangyang helpless was that just a few seconds after she struggled, her hands were tightly bound by the canonization, and her legs were pressed hard by him.

His unilateral forcible plunder had just begun, and her resistance was thus invalidated.

At the end of the end, in the joy that came out like a storm, Luo Yangyang, who was still immature, finally fainted unbearably.

The night is deep, deep as deep as ink, like the infinite passion that seems to be entangled in the bedroom.

The light of the morning penetrated through the wide-open French windows. When the first morning sun shone into the bedroom, Luo Yangyang, who was tired most of the night, opened his eyes early.

At the first glance, she saw bronzed skin.

The brain that had just woken up was still half asleep, and the bright black grape eyes blinked a few times before the eyes opened wide.

The bronze skin she saw was a man's collarbone, slowly raising her eyes to look up, and what she saw was a **** throat and a perfect chin like a knife.

In the end, she was not surprised to see the sleeping beauty of the canonization.

Seeing his face, Luo Yangyang suddenly became sensitive all over her body. She could feel his powerful arms resting on her waist and her legs caught between him.

The important thing is that she can still clearly feel that they are wearing nothing.

Although Fengsheng was still asleep, Luo Yangyang still blushed with embarrassment, and just about to get out of his arms lightly, he turned his eyes to see Fengsheng with his indifferent eyes and straightforward. Looked at her.

Luo Yangyang's body suddenly stiffened, and her brain seemed to crash under the canonization. She didn't know what she thought, and she looked at him with a mouth and said, "Hi, good morning."

As soon as she spoke, Luo Yangyang's mind instantly returned to normal. She was so upset that she immediately converged her eyes and lowered her small head. At this time, she almost wanted to sew her mouth with a thread.

Why should she say good morning to him!

I can't get my brain out!

I thought that the cold disposition of the canonization would not return to her, but Luo Yangyang, who was annoyed, suddenly heard a muffled hum from above his head: "Yeah."

Luo Yangyang's eyebrows jumped, and he raised his head with a swish, but saw that the saint was still closing his mouth, still looking at him blankly, his expression unchanged.

Is Meng Heng just now her illusion?

The two of them hugged and stared at each other like this. After a few seconds, Luo Yangyang couldn't stand it anymore. He lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at him anymore, pushing him with a small hand and whispered, "I'm going to get up."

Without letting go of the canonization, Luo Yangyang couldn't break free no matter how she pushed and got up. When she raised her eyes again, the canonization opened his mouth and said, "I wake up quite early."

He opened his eyes earlier than him. Was he not working hard enough last night?

"Haha, it's okay." Luo Yangyang didn't know what Fengsheng asked about, and didn't dare not answer him, so he smirked slightly at the corner of his mouth, perfunctory.

"Are you tired?" Although he held Luo Yangyang in his arms, there was still no expression on the canonization face.

"Not tired." Luo Yangyang shook his head subconsciously, but immediately felt danger when he saw the change of the saint expression, and nodded sharply and changed his words, "Tired! Tired!"