I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Concentrated, Qiao Mianmian has come to him, he hasn't found it yet.

Qiao Mianmian didn't say anything, just stood beside and watched quietly.

She lowered her head and saw that the line on the man's side was particularly perfect, with a full forehead, a straight nose bridge, and a thin, slightly curved lip.

Both are temptations.

The sunlight came in through the dark curtains and sprinkled a little, projecting on his handsome face.

It seemed to coat his perfectly deep facial features with a layer of pale golden light.

Qiao Mianmian has always known that Secretary Mo Ye looks good.

He is the best looking man of all the men she has seen since childhood.

The first time she met, she was shocked by his excellent looks.

Sometimes, she secretly ecstatically feels that she can marry Mo Yesi, just like the gold in the sky made her pick up the ordinary luck.

This man has a good background, good looks, a good figure, and a strong ability to make money.

Such a husband is hard to find while holding a lantern.

She was able to meet her, and it was really God who looked after her.

At this moment, seeing him again, she would still feel this way in her heart.

Stunning, as stunning as the first meeting.

She felt that her husband was too handsome.

The so-called handsome is not close to legs, probably this is the case.

When he put on his clothes, he looked thin and thin. No one would think that the body wrapped under the shirt and trousers was strong and strong, and the muscles of the man were more like chocolate bars.

How amazing the strength of that solid muscle was, Qiao Mianmian had just felt it not long ago.

She glanced at the scratches on Mo Yesi's chest, remembering the fierce battle just now, and her face was heated up.

Mo Yesi's two performances later made her a bit overwhelmed.

That time in the morning, she felt the time was too short.

But the last two times, the time is too... long.

The most abominable thing is that in order to prove himself, no matter how she cried and begged him, he refused to end soon.

Even after a short sleep, Qiao Mianmian still felt that his legs were sore and sore that he was trembling when walking.

For the first time, she felt Mo Yesi's "beast" side so clearly.

Compared with the next two times, she hoped he would hurry up.

Such a long and sweet torture, her small body could not withstand several times.

Qiao Mianmian stood for a while, and the man who was concentrating on the documents suddenly looked up and looked straight at her.

"Baby, you woke up. Did you sleep well?"

Seeing her, the man immediately put down the file in his hand, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her into his arms.

He asked her to sit on his lap and hugged her like a child, before waiting for Qiao Mianmian to say something, holding her jaw and bowing her head to kiss her tender red lips.

"Um." Qiao Mianmian leaned back, leaning his back against the desk, and raised his head to accept his domineering and passionate kiss.

Mo Yesi kissed her for a while, until she was a little breathless, he let her go unconsciously.

With a deep look, she was kissed to be red and swollen, and her luscious red lips glowed with bright water, her eyes deepened a little.

She smells too sweet and too beautiful.

Once tasted, I don't want to let go of her anymore.

Thinking of the previous extreme experiences, there was a sudden burst of heat in my body, and I had the idea of ​​trying to wipe her clean.