Chapter 1241

"Don't you eat it?" Blue Cang asked.

Wen Xing patted his stomach and said, "I've solved it in Mengmeng's home. I'm full."

LAN Cang nodded and tasted a chopstick of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Smell star Tuo cheek to appreciate his eating, found that his table manners are very good.

Mingming is eating the most common dishes, but the feeling is that he is attending a high-class banquet.

LAN Cang is not a simple person.

Smell star think of this, and relieved a smile.

She decided it was him and nothing else.

After dinner, Wen Xing didn't leave, and LAN Cang certainly didn't urge her.

She smelled the fumes on her body. She couldn't bear it. She ran upstairs and found his master bedroom. She dug out a man's shirt from the open closet and ran to the bathroom.

The bathroom was very big. She took a bath in the bathtub and took off her make-up to show her clean face.

After washing, she came out barefoot with long wet hair, blue and white shirt, and saw him leaning on the head of the bed.

Blue Cang bedroom decoration is very simple, black and white line style, less and exquisite furniture in the house.

The big bed is placed in front of the French window. A gust of evening wind blows the light purple curtains, adding an ambiguous color to the environment for no reason.

Her voice was sweet and greasy, like a candy bar.

"Teacher Cang ~"

LAN Cang glanced at her, and a flash of amazing light flashed through her eyes.

Wen Xing also noticed that men like the feeling of half covering their face with pipa.

She moved her two slender white long legs, like a walking cat, landing silently. Step by step, she went to the bed. One leg knelt on the side of the bed, her arms propped up on both sides of blue Cang's legs. Her shirt with two buttons deliberately loosened drooped, and the faint spring light could be seen inside.

"Tonight is a good day."

Blue Cang slightly pick eyebrow to look at her, tone in take a little tease, "I also think so."

Wen Xing reaches out his hand and picks up the box of TT from the bedside table. He takes out one that has not been unpacked. He lazily holds it between his lips and slowly sits between his legs.

She lowered her head slowly. LAN Cang raised her slender finger, clamped things down, and then raised her head and kissed them.

Wen Xing plans to explain himself today. For this kind of man, he has to leave his traces on him earlier and swear sovereignty, so that he won't be easily dug up.

She kisses fiercely. I don't know where I've heard of it. If it's the first time that a woman is oppressed, she will never escape the fate of being oppressed.

So how does LAN Cang want to turn away from the guest, she wants to ride on him.

He didn't care about her at first, and his hands slipped easily under his shirt.

His skin is as greasy as satin, which makes people want to have a kiss.

His mellow fingertips light off her shirt, and soon, a perfect display of jade exposed in his eyes.

Skin racing snow, curve exquisite, like ups and downs of the mountains.

Smell star feel his undisguised burning eyes, toes slightly curled up for a while, white jade like skin suffused with a slight pink.

She raised her chin to calm down, and used narcissism to ease her strange shyness. "How about, is her figure so good?"

Blue Cang bowed her head, hot kiss fell on her clavicle, gradually moving down, the voice is hoarse, but sexy.

"This is what the ancients said about Yanfu."

"Wen Xing, I want you."