Deadly Doting Marriage

He admitted that the woman who had been married for several years successfully attracted his attention.

But just pay attention, nothing else.

Murong Qianqian went upstairs and took a quick bath. Without the smell of sweat, the whole person was much fresher.

Before she went downstairs, she deliberately chose a beautiful dress, sprayed some faint perfume, and the smoke in the bathroom, her beautiful face covered with a red, very tempting.

Satisfied with his appearance at the moment, Murong Qianqian opened the door and went downstairs.

At the moment of walking down the stairs, Jingyan, who was sulking downstairs, looked up at Murong Qianqian's position.

At this look, his eyes seemed to be frozen. Murong Qianqian couldn't move his eyes,

She was wearing a long red dress with suspenders, and her snow-white skin was very charming.

Especially the little face, red, as if coated with a layer of rouge. Look at the long skirt, which vividly outlines her perfect figure.

Jing Yan's deep eyes fixed on her. For the first time, he looked at Murong Qianqian. It's so tempting.

Murong Qianqian, who had gone downstairs, saw that Jing Yanshen looked at herself like this, and there was a trace of confidence and shame in her eyebrows.

But it was not her character to put it away soon.

She went to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and walked towards him with two goblets in her other hand.

Seeing him distracted, she chuckled, "husband, you don't want to drink. Come on, I'll accompany you."

"Look who can drink. I'm Murong Qianqian, but I'm not drunk. If you can make me drunk, you have the ability."

Looking at her red lips, coupled with this fiery red and flirtatious dress, his heart itched.

Sit up straight, hook your lips, and the sexy and magnetic voice slowly sends out, "Oh! You're still drunk. I'd like to see. Don't cry later."

"OK! Wait and see!" Murong Qianqian sat down at will, poured out the wine and pushed it to jingyanshen.

"Here, cheers."

"Cheers!"

Jing Yan raised his glass, drank it all in one gulp, and then turned the glass upside down.

Murong Qianqian, unwilling to be outdone, raised his glass and drank the same, "Jing Yanshen, if you can get me drunk tonight, I promise I will never haunt you again."

Saying this, Murong Qianqian said to himself: the person who can make me drunk has not appeared yet? Jing Yanshen, you can't escape from me in your life. I'm Murong Qianqian. I haven't got anything yet!

Hearing the speech, Jingyan suddenly came to his senses.

The eyes lit up and said, "it's a deal!"

"OK, it's a deal!" Murong Qianqian made an OK gesture.

Seeing her smile and her self-confidence, Jingyan felt very unhappy.

He said, "I'll see how you keep a widow in the future!"

In the face of his words, Murong Qianqian didn't care at all, "Oh, I have such a good husband. How can I be a widow."

Jing Yanshen stopped talking and picked up the wine and poured two full glasses.

Murong Qianqian smiled faintly, "husband, wait a minute, don't get drunk, don't let me take advantage of you."

She raised her glass. "Cheers!"

Next, the two of you and I drank each other. Jing Yanshen had already drunk a lot of wine. After a few drinks, his head began to faint.

Looking at Murong Qianqian again, she looked the same as before except that her face showed a trace of red.

In fact, Murong Qianqian didn't drink much wine. Several times, she quietly poured out the wine in the glass when Jingyan didn't pay attention.

The more he drank, the more Jing Yan got drunk.

He looked at the woman in front of him and divided several.

"Murong Qianqian, why are you shaking? Sit down for me."

Jing Yanshen's voice was vague. He stood up and wanted Murong Qianqian to sit down.

However, when he just sat up, his body seemed to lose balance and fell down.

"Jing Yanshen!"

Murong Qianqian was startled. He quickly put down his wine glass and held him. "How are you? Are you okay?"

Jing Yan deeply sniffed at her faint perfume and the smell of the wine, and there was a feeling of falling into the fog.

"Murong Qianqian, are you a ghost? Why do you wear red? Take it off!"

When the words fell, Jing Yanshen had stretched out his hand and began to pull Murong Qianqian's clothes.

Murong Qianqian, "..."

It seems that Jingyan is deeply drunk.

They say women are not drunk and men have no chance. Now it seems that the reverse should be true.

Jing Yan was deeply drunk. She Murong Qianqian had the opportunity to cook cooked rice.

Thinking of this, Murong Qianqian's mouth raised a beautiful arc. No matter how Jing Yanshen pulled her clothes, she didn't care.

She said in a warm voice, "husband, you're drunk. I'll help you to have a rest."

With that, Murong picked up Jing Yanshen and walked towards the bedroom.

Although Jing Yanshen was not very fat, Murong struggled when he held him.

Murong Qianxian took nine cattle and two tigers to help Jingyan deep into the bedroom. The Yellow bedside lamp illuminated his handsome face perfectly.

She looked at Jing Yanshen quietly and was deeply attracted by him.

I have to admit that this man was fascinated by his handsome when she first saw him.

At that moment, she secretly vowed to take down the man anyway.

Over the years, Jing Yanshen's heart has never been with her. Although they are married, they complement each other in their lives.

But she doesn't want to wait. She wants this man to belong to her now.

She stretched out her slender hand and helped Jing Yanshen take off her shoes, then her coat and finally her pants.

Until his perfect figure was revealed in front of his eyes, Murong Qianqian couldn't control the love factor in his heart.

She gently pressed her head against his chest, held him tightly, listened to his strong heartbeat, attached her lips to Jing Yanshen's ear and said, "Yan Shen, don't you like me running out? Let's have a baby."

Jing Yanshen was already drunk, and his body was hot and dry. Suddenly, a cold body was on his body, as if to extinguish the dry fire of his body.

He raised his head and saw Murong Qianqian lying on his body, especially her attractive red lips, which were as beautiful as cherries, so that he could no longer control the fire in his heart.

Turning over to take the initiative, he pressed her under his body, looked at her red face, bowed his head and kissed her.

The moment his lips covered Murong Qianqian's lips, he seemed to have an electric current flowing in his body.

The taste on her lips was so delicious that Jing Yan was out of control.

"Since you want it so much, meet you once!"