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An Hui's chest was undulating, and there were burning flames in his eyes. She stared at the pair of golden men and women in the photo. Even if she was jealous in her heart, she could not deny that they really matched well.

With her fingertips trapped in the flesh, she suddenly closed her notebook and thought of it when she was looking for a mobile phone. It had been torn apart by her.

She was anxious, picked up a cup of water and smashed it to the ground, stepped on her slippers and walked toward the phone cabinet, and picked up the receiver to start dialing.

Yi Ming has been busy learning about company management recently, and rarely contacts An Hui. He just sent an uncle back to the office and remembered his mobile phone.

As soon as he saw who the electric object was, his eyes lit up. "Hey, draw! Do you miss me?"

An Hui narrowed her eyes, her face was cold, but her voice was very gentle. "Of course I missed you. We haven't seen each other for a long time ~"

Yi Ming's lower abdomen was hot, and a wicked fire burst into his brain. He remembered that he hadn't seen An Hui for half a month.

"Then, will we see you tonight?"

An Hui docilely agreed, "Okay ~ Then you are busy first, I will wait for you in the old place ~"

The night was like water, and An Hui wore a red chest-wrap long skirt that outlined the perfect curve of the body. When she entered the Lilai Hotel, Yi Ming was waiting upstairs.

She had just opened the room, and she was dragged in by a dark shadow. The door closed, and she was pressed against the door panel with a scorching kiss.

Big palm drilled into the bottom of her skirt and quickly invaded her mysterious area.

"Um—Yi, Yi Ming ..." An Huimeng looked up, and he touched her sensitive point.

Hearing the woman's screams, Yi Ming was more excited and breathed heavily, "It's me ..."

Then she dragged her lace **** and slammed her onto the bed.

An Hui only felt that the sky was spinning, the person bounced on the soft bed, and a huge black shadow quickly enveloped him again.

"Yi Ming, Yi Ming, give me—" Her tone was charming and provocative, tempting little by little.

The face in the darkness was full of indifference.

A man is just an animal thinking about his lower body.

Yi Ming came into her as she wished, and the thrill of extinguishing the top made An Hui unable to think accurately, moaning one by one, letting the waves go.

After Yun Yu passed, An Hui pillowed on the snow-white pillow, and she looked at Yi Ming, who was leaning against the bedside and smoking.

Suddenly, "Remember Jiang Yuan?"

Yi Ming paused and spouted a smoke ring and turned to look at her, "Huh?"

An Hui continued: "I don't know how she did it. Su Dao chose her as the second female soul locker."

The hint was already very obvious, but Yi Ming raised her eyebrows as if she didn't understand it, and said in amusement: "How about that, you are the hostess, no matter how she will not cross you."

An Hui listened quietly, and his melting heart sank a little, and then quickly fell to the bottom of the valley, falling apart.

"Aren't you afraid of her replacing me?"

Yi Ming still laughed, and couldn't close his mouth in surprise. "How could it be? I know her, without father and mother, how could it be so capable?"

What if she has a backstage? And that background is tens of thousands of times stronger than you?

An Hui didn't answer, but asked what all women in love would say, "Do you love me?"

Her expression was very serious, and Yi Ming realized that he calmed down, Zheng Zheng headed, "Of course, I love you!"