Chapter 1216: Is she the kind of person who is easily seduced?

She is leaving tomorrow, so he has to come today, and he cannot come.
Xia Anlan suffered several times around his neck. He released Mrs. Yue, and lay down halfway against the head of the bed. Her long body lay beside Mrs. Yue as if she was standing in front of her.
He lifted his long fingers and slowly lifted the buttons on his shirt. His movements were slow and elegant, but there was a fatal temptation / confusion invisible.
Mrs. Yue bit her lip and scolded her, seduce her, cut ... Is she the kind of person who would be seduced? Her fixation is very good.
Mrs. Yue glanced at Xia Anlan secretly, Ma Dan ... it was a bit of a surprise, no wonder it was so ... emboldened, hum ...
She dragged her pajamas down three or two times, making sure she wasn't running away, and raised her chin: "Yes, I'm leaving tomorrow, when I'm gone, hum ... I'll find a few fresh meat when I go back, You can pick whatever type you like, but you won't pick the type of beast you like. "
As soon as the voice fell, his body suddenly sank. Xia Anlan had rolled over and pressed over. His dark eyes showed the chill like autumn night, "You can try."
The sound is calm, without ups and downs, and sounds like ordinary narration.
However, Madam Yue felt indifferent to her heart-feeling, and she slumped her neck and said, "I try ... I will try. I will not only try, but I will have more. Who do you think you are and you are my husband? Want to control me, why are you? "
Mrs. Yue is now in a state of confusion, and Xia Anlan is too scary.
Always made her feel that she would die at any time.
Xia Anlan didn't speak, stared at her for a long time, and Madam Yue, who looked straight, was sweating cold.
Suddenly, Xia Anlan said, "Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."
Mrs. Yue could not respond for a while: "Hah? What ... what?"
"Get a permit." Xia Anlan got up, got out of bed, and fastened the unbuttoned button again.
Mrs. Yue's eyes were about to burst out, "Hehe ... what kind of illness did you have in the middle of the night? Where is this?"
Xia Anlan glanced at her: "Then let them work overtime."
Xia Anlan's expression was so calm, it seemed to be saying: What you worry about is not a problem.
Cooing, Mrs. Yue swallowed a spit of water, you are terrific, you are so good, but I don't want to finish with you.
Mrs. Yue grabbed the quilt ripped apart by Xia Anlan, wrapped it again, wrapped it into a silkworm pupa, and shrunk inward: "You ... you, I don't go to work overtime, why can I get a certificate from you, When you talk about it, you get it, so what did I do? The beauty you want, it's not so easy to lie to me. I'm not a 17-year-old girl. I don't like your type. "
Mrs. Yue was awkward, contradictory, inferior, and felt good to herself.
She didn't want to decide her own second half of life casually. In her previous life, because of Yue Pengcheng's scumbag, she had no confidence in marriage.
Surely not, just marry another person at will.
Xia Anlan is excellent, she knows, but ... she, she doesn't have to marry him?
Why, what is he saying?
Although ... she has a little bit of affection, she really only has a little bit. He has good feelings for him, but that good feeling really won't let her decide the happiness of the second half of her life. She is really afraid of marriage.