Jiao Wan'er, who dares to believe him, struggles to get up in a hurry. As a result, she doesn't know what means song Qingshu has used to make her feel soft. After several attempts, she doesn't stand up.

"Master, let me go." Jiao Wan'er blushes and tries to push away the man around him.

Song Qingshu leaned to her ear and asked, "Wan'er, do you miss me during this time?"

Jiao Wan'er's pink face turned red and said with a straight face in a hurry: "great master, please respect yourself!"

"Wan'er, it's said that one day husband and wife will have a hundred days' grace, so soon you will turn your face away from others. I'm too sad for you to do so." Song Qingshu deliberately made a heartbroken appearance.

Listening to him mention the old things, Jiao Wan'er's heart is also a wave, but still reason has the upper hand: "big boss, you promised me, as long as I do things well in Yangzhou, you will no longer pester me."

Song Qingshu's fingertips glided across her white face, making her eyelashes tremble: "but now things in Yangzhou are not over."

Jiao Wan'er thinks that Renfu's body is already ripe. Now her bones are almost crisp when she is steamed by his masculine and hot breath. However, the reason in her mind still makes her try to refuse: "I can't do what I'm sorry for elder martial brother Luo..."

The corner of song Qingshu's mouth rose slightly, knowing that her line of defense had been loosened: "how can you be half sorry to elder martial brother Luo? You know that with his martial arts and ability, the people who beat him in the whole Golden Snake camp are unknown. In addition, he broke another hand. If it wasn't for your relationship, how could I give him so many opportunities?"

"Looking at the whole world, it is the most important thing for a man to make achievements and glorify his ancestors, not to mention Luo Liru. Even if the ancestors of the Luo family knew it, it was too late to thank you. How could they feel that you were sorry for him?"

"I..." Jiao Wan'er always felt that there was something wrong in his words, but he couldn't remember it for a while and didn't know how to refute it.

Song Qingshu said while the iron was hot: "and more importantly, what you are doing now is for your husband. Is it because of your own desire?"

"Of course not!" Jiao Wan'er blushed and quickly retorted.

"That's it." Song Qingshu can't help admiring his wit. Things are the same. But after he said so, he successfully crowned the whole thing with a holy name. Looking back, he felt very different.

Jiao Wan'er's frown really stretched out: "but this kind of thing..."

Song Qingshu simply interrupted: "not so much, but only you know and I know about it, and I won't tell your husband. I don't think you're stupid enough to tell him. So in his heart, you are still the beautiful and gentle wife. In the eyes of outsiders, you are still the gentle and virtuous wife. What are you afraid of? "

Jiao Wan'er murmured, "but there is no impermeable wall in the world."

"Why not? Don't be fooled by those politically correct words," Song Qingshu comforted, "our affairs will never be discovered unless..."

"Except for what?" Jiao Wan'er's heart suddenly hangs up and is waiting for him. Who knows that he deliberately doesn't speak.

Song Qingshu smiles, hugs her and says, "unless you are pregnant when you are separated from him..."

Jiao Wan'er's face was as red as a rose petal. He couldn't help being coquettish. He raised his pink fist and began to hit each other: "how can I be pregnant with your flesh and blood?"

Her pink fist was like tickling. Song Qingshu let her beat it. She said, "why not?" In this world, there is neither Durex nor Okamoto, and Jiao Wan'er can't know that she has already refined her Qi. If she didn't deliberately, she would never let a woman get pregnant. Why is she so determined?

Jiao Wan'er's face turned red: "impossible, impossible. In a word, don't ask any more." She thought that she had been married for many years, and she was not one of those little girls who didn't know much about it. She had a way of contraception, but why did she want to tell him?

Song Qingshu keeps asking. As a result, Jiao Wan'er just blushes and shakes his head. Looking at her coquettish appearance, he can't help but move his index finger, bows his head and kisses her watery red lips.

Jiao Wan'er was stiff all over. Subconsciously, he wanted to reach out to push him, but his hand reached half way. Somehow, he wound it gently around his neck.

After a long time, Jiao Wan'er finally got a chance to breathe. He hurriedly asked, "big boss, is this a matter, you will not... No longer pester me?"

When song Qingshu saw her pleading eyes, he felt great pity: "of course."

Jiao Wan'er's eyes suddenly brightened. She felt a little relaxed and felt the oppression of men. She bit her lips and whispered: "Wan'er believes that the great leader is a great hero with great words. In return, Wan'er... Wan'er is willing to... Serve the great leader wholeheartedly during this period of time." Then she blushed and began to take the initiative to untie her skirt

If she was in the Golden Snake camp, Jiao Wan'er would never be so bold, but now they are in a foreign country, and there is no one she knows. The shackles of morality in her heart are finally loosened.

Although she had to submit to this man several times before, she had to admit that although this man was terrible and hateful, he also had extraordinary charm. Especially after having sex with him, she knew that she would never forget this man again.

In the dead of the night, she woke up from her dream and was ashamed to find that her body was moist and she could only hold the quilt in a daze. Now the real person is around, finally don't have to endure that kind of suffering.

....

Afterwards, they hugged each other and fell asleep. When they were in a daze, they were suddenly woken up by the knock on the door.

"Who?" Coke Wan son Huo Ran gets up, also ignore crystal clear white tender body so expose in the air.

Song Qingshu also woke up, patted her pink back, sat up, hugged her from behind, bit her ear and said: "don't be so nervous, with me by your side, even if it's black and white impermanence, I'll call you back."

Hearing his words, Jiao Wan'er smiles sweetly. At this moment, she feels at ease.

"Wan'er, it's me!"

Hearing what the man outside said next, the two people in the room were dumbfounded. It was not black-and-white impermanence, but Luo Liru, Jiao Wan'er's husband, who was far more difficult than black-and-white impermanence!

"What to do, what to do?" Jiao Wan'er is flustered. If her husband sees the scene in the room, she has to kill herself with a knife.

Song Qingshu is also a face of chat up, it seems that after the words can not be too full, or every minute will be hit in the face. Although Luo Liru's martial arts are low, he can't kill himself. He's not XiMenqing. He just wants to steal Jiao Wan'er. How can he kill him?