Chapter 911
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After taking the room card, she turned pale. Maybe it was for the first time that she was very nervous. She had never eaten pork. She always saw pigs running. Those pictures were always shuttling in her mind.
She walked into the elevator with a red face and embarrassment.
Welcome to the presidential suite
The password lock was opened by the room card, and her electronic stereo automatically remembered the tone of welcome. Zhou Ying was startled. The scene in front of her completely stunned her.
Rich people's world, poor people really do not understand.
This 700 Ping presidential suite is really beyond ordinary people's living. The
suite is filled with the smell of LV perfume. Even the mineral water on the table is a high-grade item she has never heard of before.
"Why are you still in the ink? Hurry up!"
Liang Chen suddenly appears behind her, cold eyes straight at her, the expression on the face is also cold, it seems that let him enjoy the night, as if it is difficult for him.
She pursed and ran into the bathroom in the master bedroom.
In front of the mirror, she looked at her vanity, and wanted to slap her two times. This was a road to no return. She couldn't go back.
In the bathroom, she slowly inked for 40 minutes, and finally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and the water stains on her hair dropped on her chest.
Poof
before we could see where the man was, a pure white silk bathrobe snapped on her face, followed by a voice: "put this on!"
Liang Chen did not lift his head, lying on the bed playing with the mobile phone, the clothes on the upper body also took off a pure.
She took off the silk bathrobe on her face and looked at the man on the bed in surprise. Through the warm light at the head of the bed, the muscle lines were clearly illuminated by the light.
Have you started?
Zhou Ying's little hand, which had no place to put on, put on her bathrobe and moved a little bit closer to the bed. With his back hand, he opened the drawer, and dozens of famous brand essential oils were placed neatly.
Is he worried that he isn't committed enough?
Why use this stuff?
Or is there something wrong with him?
All kinds of questions floated in her mind. She was stunned for half a minute, but Liang Chen finally couldn't look down. He pulled her to the bed and turned over himself. He leaned down on the bed and whispered: "push"
"ah?"
She's in a daze!
What does he mean? Do you want to let yourself push oil for him?
Restless little hand slightly raised, picked up the essential oil and daubed it on Liang Chen's back muscle. The silky feeling and the touch from fingertips let her brain secrete some bad thoughts.
"Push the oil, push harder!"
with a roar of his deep voice, she immediately increased the strength of her hands and did not dare to let him miss a minute of enjoyment.
In this way, the task of pushing oil for an hour in a row was completed, and Zhou Ying's wrist was aching, and the man crawling on the bed was already deep asleep.
She was at a loss.
She gently poked him in the arm and whispered, "are you asleep?"
The man in bed didn't respond, and he seemed to sleep heavily.
Asleep?
Do you want him to get up and do the next thing?
Would you like to push the oil tonight?
"Old boss?"
Zhou Ying is hesitating. Do you want to wake him up?
Looking at his sleeping face, she couldn't help touching the sleeping eyes. Her eyelashes were thick and curly, which made women jealous.
The questions in her mind made her tangled. It was not until late at night that she fell asleep in the tangle. At first, she was not used to having someone sleeping beside her, but she was too tired.
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After taking the room card, she turned pale. Maybe it was for the first time that she was very nervous. She had never eaten pork. She always saw pigs running. Those pictures were always shuttling in her mind.
She walked into the elevator with a red face and embarrassment.
Welcome to the presidential suite
The password lock was opened by the room card, and her electronic stereo automatically remembered the tone of welcome. Zhou Ying was startled. The scene in front of her completely stunned her.
Rich people's world, poor people really do not understand.
This 700 Ping presidential suite is really beyond ordinary people's living. The
suite is filled with the smell of LV perfume. Even the mineral water on the table is a high-grade item she has never heard of before.
"Why are you still in the ink? Hurry up!"
Liang Chen suddenly appears behind her, cold eyes straight at her, the expression on the face is also cold, it seems that let him enjoy the night, as if it is difficult for him.
She pursed and ran into the bathroom in the master bedroom.
In front of the mirror, she looked at her vanity, and wanted to slap her two times. This was a road to no return. She couldn't go back.
In the bathroom, she slowly inked for 40 minutes, and finally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and the water stains on her hair dropped on her chest.
Poof
before we could see where the man was, a pure white silk bathrobe snapped on her face, followed by a voice: "put this on!"
Liang Chen did not lift his head, lying on the bed playing with the mobile phone, the clothes on the upper body also took off a pure.
She took off the silk bathrobe on her face and looked at the man on the bed in surprise. Through the warm light at the head of the bed, the muscle lines were clearly illuminated by the light.
Have you started?
Zhou Ying's little hand, which had no place to put on, put on her bathrobe and moved a little bit closer to the bed. With his back hand, he opened the drawer, and dozens of famous brand essential oils were placed neatly.
Is he worried that he isn't committed enough?
Why use this stuff?
Or is there something wrong with him?
All kinds of questions floated in her mind. She was stunned for half a minute, but Liang Chen finally couldn't look down. He pulled her to the bed and turned over himself. He leaned down on the bed and whispered: "push"
"ah?"
She's in a daze!
What does he mean? Do you want to let yourself push oil for him?
Restless little hand slightly raised, picked up the essential oil and daubed it on Liang Chen's back muscle. The silky feeling and the touch from fingertips let her brain secrete some bad thoughts.
"Push the oil, push harder!"
with a roar of his deep voice, she immediately increased the strength of her hands and did not dare to let him miss a minute of enjoyment.
In this way, the task of pushing oil for an hour in a row was completed, and Zhou Ying's wrist was aching, and the man crawling on the bed was already deep asleep.
She was at a loss.
She gently poked him in the arm and whispered, "are you asleep?"
The man in bed didn't respond, and he seemed to sleep heavily.
Asleep?
Do you want him to get up and do the next thing?
Would you like to push the oil tonight?
"Old boss?"
Zhou Ying is hesitating. Do you want to wake him up?
Looking at his sleeping face, she couldn't help touching the sleeping eyes. Her eyelashes were thick and curly, which made women jealous.
The questions in her mind made her tangled. It was not until late at night that she fell asleep in the tangle. At first, she was not used to having someone sleeping beside her, but she was too tired.
After taking the room card, she turned pale. Maybe it was for the first time that she was very nervous. She had never eaten pork. She always saw pigs running. Those pictures were always shuttling in her mind. She walked into the elevator with a red face and embarrassment. Welcome to the presidential suite The password lock was opened by the room card, and her electronic stereo automatically remembered the tone of welcome. Zhou Ying was startled. The scene in front of her completely stunned her. Rich people's world, poor people really do not understand. This 700 Ping presidential suite is really beyond ordinary people's living. The suite is filled with the smell of LV perfume. Even the mineral water on the table is a high-grade item she has never heard of before. "Why are you still in the ink? Hurry up!" Liang Chen suddenly appears behind her, cold eyes straight at her, the expression on the face is also cold, it seems that let him enjoy the night, as if it is difficult for him. She pursed and ran into the bathroom in the master bedroom. In front of the mirror, she looked at her vanity, and wanted to slap her two times. This was a road to no return. She couldn't go back. In the bathroom, she slowly inked for 40 minutes, and finally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and the water stains on her hair dropped on her chest. Poof before we could see where the man was, a pure white silk bathrobe snapped on her face, followed by a voice: "put this on!" Liang Chen did not lift his head, lying on the bed playing with the mobile phone, the clothes on the upper body also took off a pure. She took off the silk bathrobe on her face and looked at the man on the bed in surprise. Through the warm light at the head of the bed, the muscle lines were clearly illuminated by the light. Have you started? Zhou Ying's little hand, which had no place to put on, put on her bathrobe and moved a little bit closer to the bed. With his back hand, he opened the drawer, and dozens of famous brand essential oils were placed neatly. Is he worried that he isn't committed enough? Why use this stuff? Or is there something wrong with him? All kinds of questions floated in her mind. She was stunned for half a minute, but Liang Chen finally couldn't look down. He pulled her to the bed and turned over himself. He leaned down on the bed and whispered: "push" "ah?" She's in a daze! What does he mean? Do you want to let yourself push oil for him? Restless little hand slightly raised, picked up the essential oil and daubed it on Liang Chen's back muscle. The silky feeling and the touch from fingertips let her brain secrete some bad thoughts. "Push the oil, push harder!" with a roar of his deep voice, she immediately increased the strength of her hands and did not dare to let him miss a minute of enjoyment. In this way, the task of pushing oil for an hour in a row was completed, and Zhou Ying's wrist was aching, and the man crawling on the bed was already deep asleep. She was at a loss. She gently poked him in the arm and whispered, "are you asleep?" The man in bed didn't respond, and he seemed to sleep heavily. Asleep? Do you want him to get up and do the next thing? Would you like to push the oil tonight? "Old boss?" Zhou Ying is hesitating. Do you want to wake him up? Looking at his sleeping face, she couldn't help touching the sleeping eyes. Her eyelashes were thick and curly, which made women jealous. The questions in her mind made her tangled. It was not until late at night that she fell asleep in the tangle. At first, she was not used to having someone sleeping beside her, but she was too tired.
