Shen Wanqing held Jing Yanxiu''s waist and smiled quietly. Her cheek was close to each other''s slightly cool shirt, the black buttons were tightly buttoned, abstinence and coldness. She raised her head and looked at the snow-white jaw. The lines were very beautiful, smooth and clear.

    "Qingqing doesn''t need the second master to write any agreement for Qingqing. Qingqing doesn''t think it''s true... In fact, holding the second master feels that what''s true can''t be true."

    She blinked her eyes. When she was talking, she saw that Mr. Jing''s sexy and beautiful Adam''s apple inadvertently rolled. Shen Wanqing only felt his hands itchy and wanted to touch them.

    "Well, actually... Holding the second master makes Qingqing feel more untrue..."

    The girl hugged the young man''s thin waist and leaned stuffy against the young man''s chest.

    The stuffy words made Mr. Jing a little stunned. He didn''t quite understand why the girl was so happy just now. Why could she be so sentimental the next second.

    The girl''s mind is too difficult to guess, which is much more difficult than the commercial and military conspiracy.

    Uncle Jing can''t guess.

    He raised his hand and slowly closed the girl''s waist. The action was slow and stiff. It seemed that he was very unskilled.

    When the palm was close to the girl''s waist, the second master Jing''s eyes were a little unnatural.

    The first time I held her, the palm was warm, but it was stained with her blood.

    This is the second time, the palm is still warm, but it is scalded by her skin, warm and soft.

    Mr. Jing pursed his lips slightly, his long eyelashes drooped, and the long fingers of the girl''s waist were snow-white, "why?"

    He couldn''t guess or understand, so he had to ask low.

    The girl in her arms tilted her little feet, and the plain long skirt swung with the girl''s dishonest actions. Soon, the little white leg of the girl was exposed.

    The girl''s skin is very white, and the small part of her skin exposed by the plain long skirt is more obvious.

    Shaking gently, Mr. Jing saw him and his eyes brightened.

    Then he took his time to look back.

    I only heard the girl in her arms say, "because He Neng is so close to the second master, he has only appeared in Qingqing''s dream... Qingqing never thought that he could see the second master..."

    She tightly hugged the young man''s waist, and the tip of her nose smelled the faint fragrance of orchids on the young man.

    "It''s a luxury for Qingqing to dream of holding the second master so closely."

    “……”

    Jing Yan fixed the snow-white long finger of the girl''s waist. His throat was rolling slightly. His voice was indifferent. He couldn''t hear any great emotion, "in the dream?"

    "Yes," she nodded.

    Shen Wanqing looked up at him with his small head. His clear and beautiful tea eyes were like autumn water. Looking at him, he said, "it''s not just me. Many girls in Peiping dream about you all day!"

    She was angry, her cheeks bulging, seemed very angry, and felt helpless.

    The young Warlord''s dark long eyes seemed to be covered with a faint smile. He looked at the girl''s angry cheeks and raised his snow-white long fingers.

    The skin is soft, like a meat bun.

    Light Lingling''s voice was shallow with a smile, "what about you? Didn''t you just say it in a dream?"

    "Yes, I''m also dreaming about the second master!" she answered with her head held high. "The second master is so excellent, so powerful and handsome. If I don''t want the second master, there''s something wrong with me!"