One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

Nalan Xin'er stroked her cheek, took a photo in the rear mirror, wiped it, and it was really red!

Could it be that you just imagined the scene of singing love songs with your uncle in a dimly lit KTV, and you blushed involuntarily?

"Ahem, that, it's not a fever! The autumn wind blows, blows!"

"Hmm. Do you have something to tell me?"

"..." Nalan Xin'er muttered, thinking that this uncle is really a bug in people's stomach, and he can guess everything.

"Uncle, do you have time for the weekend night?"

"It depends on what it is doing?"

"For example... How about going out to sing?" Nalan Xiner tentatively asked.

"Why, do you want to sing with me?"

"Ahem, just tell me if you have time!" Nalan Xiner couldn't bear the "meaningful" look of a man.

Dongfang Yunhe smiled and speeded up the car: "Time is the same as a woman's chest = ditch, there will always be a squeeze." After finishing speaking, he also swept Nalan Xiner's heart.

Wrapped in the tight school uniform, the developing little bun is getting bigger and bigger. It feels a bit ready to come out. People can't help but worry that the three buttons on the neckline will explode accidentally.

However, the ditch is not very deep.

Nalan Xin'er was really embarrassed this time, her face flushed, her small fists were tightly clenched, she couldn't wait to smash that nasty man's handsome face, give him a dizzy twist, and she can't say anything more~ Words come.

Dongfang Yunhe smiled and speeded up again.

Nalan Xin'er was driven by the speed of the car, rushed forward, and was bounced back into the seat.

As a result, the seat belt was stretched and tightened all at once, and it was tied more tightly around her.

So, a certain man took a slanted glance, and found with satisfaction that under the effect of tightening the seat belt, the small things were more up and down and undulating.

How did Nalan Xin'er know that a man had such a dark belly, she just stroked her heart: "Uncle, then you are agreeing, you can count on your words, I will remind you later on the weekend."

"Yeah, yes." A certain man's Adam's apple was tight, and the scenery made him want to stop.

He speeded up again, and wanted to see how the little thing was strangled deeper somewhere.

Nalan Xin'er didn't realize it, and said innocently: "Uncle, you drove too fast! You will have to pay a fine for speeding."

"It's okay." What a joke, to give up that little money, to appreciate the delicate and pure green fruit of the little thing, he is 10,000 happy.

"Uncle, your salary will be overspend again this month!"

Nalan Xin'er held the uncle's black bank card and became a little worried.

Time flies by.

It was the weekend in a blink of an eye.

Nalan Xin'er had booked a princess suite in Dige a long time ago, which is so large that it can accommodate hundreds of people to sing K without a problem.

As night fell, He Xiaowu led a group of dozens of people and went to the front station first.

Dige’s management is very strict, and you must have a gold card or higher for entry and exit.

As soon as He Xiaowu showed Nalan Xin'er's platinum card, the security guard at the door immediately let them in respectfully.

Dige Platinum Card, that is not something that ordinary family members can have. Of course you have to be careful.

Not long after He Xiaowu and the others entered, Nalan Xin'er and Dongfang Yunhe were late.

Dongfang Yunhe is dressed in black casual clothes, holding Nalan Xin'er in one arm, and putting one hand in his pocket casually. He is a little more chic and warm than the usual Qingjun.

It's not like the aloft professor of astrophysics, nor the mysterious and cold bad uncle, but like a noble family son who takes his girlfriend to relax.