My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 68

Everyone is an adult, not a three-year-old child. This sentence is almost testing her.

"Isn't there a spring in the back seat?" Du Yuehua replied.

"Well... I have a bad stomach. I'm afraid I'm uncomfortable drinking cold water." Ye Xiong reacted quickly.

"After going up, you can only drink water. You can't mess around. If you dare to mess around, I'll drive you out." Du Yuehua suddenly became like a little woman, with her mouth tilted.

If you go up, you can't help it. Ye Xiong is secretly funny.

Now women love face. Ye Xiong doesn't believe that she doesn't know her purpose. She just wants to give herself a step down.

In the relationship between men and women, every woman has a mask of hypocrisy. If their mask is torn off, they are a devil, a devil who constantly demands.

"Sister Hua, where do you want to go? I just go up and have a cup of tea." Ye Xiong smiled.

When they went to the hall on the second floor, Du Yuehua pointed to the tea set on the table and said, "if you want to drink tea, there, make it yourself."

Then he turned and prepared to leave.

Ye Xiong suddenly took her hand and looked at her hotly.

Du Yuehua lowered her head and asked nervously, "what do you want to do?"

"What do you say?"

Ye Xiong showed a bad smile and suddenly hugged her in his arms.

"Bad guy, I know you're not a good man... HMM."

Du Yuehua pushed a few times and didn't push away. He soon melted in his strong arms and overbearing kisses.

The two kissed for ten minutes. Ye Xiong thought it was time and was ready to take off her clothes.

Du Yuehua suddenly pushed him away, ran into his room and said, "I'll take a bath first."

Ye Xiong followed him in.

Du Yuehua's room is very large, with a full area of more than 30 square meters. There is a one meter eight big bed near the bed. The pattern curtain is pink, the quilt is pink, and the pillow is pink. It looks very attractive.

It must feel good to slap in this bed.

The hormones in Ye Xiong's body are dancing happily, but when he is excited, the goods are still a little unreliable.

The first two interruptions cast a shadow on his heart.

The first time was at the door of the villa, when Yang Xinyi called; The second time was in the office, interrupted by Xiaomei. Women's sex comes and goes quickly. If there is anything wrong, it is likely to be destroyed halfway.

For the sake of the lower body, there must be no more accidents.

"Foolproof, we must be foolproof."

Ye Xiong's eyes were like radar, scanning around the room to check dangerous goods.

Wedding photos!

Looking at the big wedding photo on the wall, ye Xiong whispered that it was dangerous. If she looked at it when she was making out with Du Yuehua, it would be bad. Du Yuehua must think that slapping with him will be sorry for her dead husband.

He hurried to the wall, took down the wedding photo and stuffed it under the bed.

Eh, is this a picture of her and her son?

On the desktop, there was a picture of Du Yuehua holding a child. Ye Xiong quickly put it away. If she sees this when making out, she must have a psychological burden and be afraid of being so sorry for her son.

Music Box: it may be from my husband. Hide it.

Notebook: it is possible to record the story of following your husband, hide it.

Shoes: This is men's clothing. It must be dead Zhang's, hidden.

Water cup: This is men's, Tibetan.

Pillow: hide.

"It's too dangerous. I almost forgot this."

Looking at the mouse pad next to the computer desk, ye Xiong secretly congratulated himself because it was also made of their photos.

Ye Xiong hid the mouse pad and felt that the computer was not at ease. Who knows whether the computer belonged to her dead husband and whether there were any memories of them. Maybe she would be unhappy when she saw it.

The best way is to collect it.

"Foolproof, we must be foolproof. By the way, mobile phone."

Ye Xiong turned off Du Yuehua's mobile phone on the desktop, which was a sigh of relief.

Now, it should be safe!

Just then the bathroom door opened.

Looking at the great beauty coming out of it, ye Xiong opened his mouth and couldn't react for a long time.

It's beautiful, it's ecstatic.

A red one-piece sling nightdress perfectly releases Du Yuehua's classical style.

Dignified and elegant.

Traditional but not conservative, solemn but not amorous. At this time, like the concubine in the ancient imperial palace, she exudes a temperament that makes people look far away and dare not easily offend.

It seems that only the emperor can be qualified to have her.

At this moment, ye Xiong felt that he was the emperor and she was his concubine.