“Mr. Yu, I don’t like the color of the cheongsam yesterday, and the size is a bit wrong. You can measure the size for me again today.” Huangfu Meng’s voice was delicate, and the man felt soft when he heard it.
Wen Nuannuan bit her lip. It seemed that Huangfu Meng really had that idea about Mr. Yu. However, I wonder if Mr. Yu would have an affair with Huangfu Meng like the masked man who was stealing fishy fishy under the banana tree that day.
“Okay.” Mr. Yu’s voice was cold, as if a flood of ice water was poured into the hot autumn.
Wen Nuannuan heard Huangfu Meng’s footsteps and gradually walked towards the bed. She did not forget the heart-shaped shape of rose petals on the big bed. Huangfu Meng wanted to do this.
Under the temptation and effect of Huangfu Meng, Yu Hongle and Huangfu Meng were in good luck all night.
After finishing, the two of them slowly left the room.
Hearing their steps, seeing the door being closed, Wen Nuannuan crawled out from under the bed. The recording was already recorded, but there was a dark fire in her body now, and she had to go to Jun Luochuan to relieve the fire. She jumped carefully from the window, and then returned to her room. Finally, she opened the door calmly and calmly as usual. After leaving the room, she happened to meet Huangfu Meng who came over. She smiled and said, “Aunt San, Jun Luochuan called me just now and said that he had something to do with me. I can’t play with you in the afternoon card game. I’m really embarrassed.”
Huangfu Meng was no longer interested in playing cards, and waved her hand and said, “It’s okay.”