The queen's wife is too sultry

Ye Zhen was pressed against the wall by the man, and his cedar breath surrounded her.

The thin lips pressed her lips heavily, drawing and sucking repeatedly, the predatory tip of his tongue slipped into his mouth and entangled with her, dancing with her, his kiss was gentle and cruel, greedily snatching all her breath, like rain in the desert for a long time people.

I don't know how long it took, until Ye Zhen was almost out of breath, Jiang Jingting's cell phone rang, and he let go of her hands.

"Hey"

"President, have you arrived at the airport?"

"The plan has changed. I will stay in London for the time being."

"Huh? Then—"

Secretary Li was hung up before he finished speaking.

Ye Zhen panted heavily, and couldn't help laughing while panting.

Her lips had just been raped, they were swollen and red, still glowing with water, Jiang Jingting's throat tightened when he saw it, his eyes were terribly dark, he clasped her waist, and pressed her into his arms.

He buried his head on her neck, sniffing the fragrance that belonged to her, his voice was low and hoarse: "Didn't you say you want to film a movie?"

The two called a few days ago, and she told him aggrievedly on the phone that she would stay on the set at the end of December, without a day off, and couldn't come to London to spend Christmas with him, so she talked with him on the phone He said sorry several times.

But now it appears in front of your own house?
Ye Zhen smiled at the corner of her mouth, hugged his strong waist tightly, and rubbed his cheek: "I won't be filming anymore, I want to surprise you."

"December 24 is such an important day, I must be by your side."

Hearing this, Jiang Jingting let go of her, put his hands on her sides, squinted his eyes, and smiled half-smile: "Where did you go four years ago?"

Ye Zhen: "."

Why doesn't this man open which pot?
But she came here with great difficulty, so she couldn't lose her momentum.

She grabbed Jiang Jingting's tie and forced him to bow his head. She looked straight at him with her charming eyes, "Then you haven't spent Christmas with any other woman in the past four years, have you?"

"Yes." The man said sincerely.

Ye Zhen's face turned cold instantly, she held Jiang Jingting's face in her hands, her eyes flashed with a dangerous light: "Who is it?"

"my mother."

"Jiang Jingting, do you want to scare me?"

Ye Zhen glared at him angrily, and wanted to leave his embrace, but he pulled her back.

Jiang Jingting reached out and caressed her cheeks, the two of them stuck together so tightly that Ye Zhen could almost count his thick eyelashes.

His eyes were as black as ink, filled with her reflection, so hot that it almost melted her.

Ye Zhen couldn't help turning her head, trying to avoid his gaze, but he pinched her chin and was forced to look at him. He leaned over, rubbed his thin lips against hers, and murmured in a low voice:
"Zhenzhen, all festivals are meaningful to me only when I spend them with you."

After she left him, Christmas in London was only cold and snowy, and he could no longer find half of the joy and warmth of the past.

In fact, even if she wasn't there, he could spend those festivals with his parents or friends, but he always felt that something was missing.

Only when she was with him did he really feel that the festival had meaning, instead of being alone in the midst of laughter and laughter.

Ye Zhen's heart was soft, and she pecked lightly on his lips: "I promise you, I will be by your side for every important festival in the future."

Jiang Jingting pursed his lips, the arc in his throat slid, and the sexy ending sound was extremely seductive: "Okay."

In the evening, Ye Zhen was lying in the big bathtub of the villa, chatting with her friends while soaking in the fresh flower bath.

[Ruan Yun: Have you seen your man? 】

【Ye Zhen: See you. 】

[Ruan Yun: How do you feel? 】

Ye Zhen thought about it carefully, and typed a few words on the screen.

【Ye Zhen: A little farewell is better than a newlywed. 】

[Ruan Yun: Promising, if your manager knew that you were selling dog meat, would he mention going to London to kill you. 】

Ye Zhen's heart tightened, and then she remembered that if she hadn't shown Wei Nuo's invitation letter to Sister Fei, it would be impossible for Sister Fei to send her to London.

Originally, these two days were Christmas, and Ye Zhen had a lot of business activities, but Wei Nuo's reputation is too great, and there are not many female artists in China who have received invitations, so Sister Fei invited her to London for the first time.

But she didn't go to the fashion show today, how should she explain to Sister Fei when she goes back.
"Zhenzhen, you've been here for almost an hour, when will you come out?"

Jiang Jingting's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, his deep voice was somewhat displeased.

Ye Zhen took some time to wipe some foam on her body, "Jing Ting, I'll come out later."

After the words fell, the man was silent for a moment, just when Ye Zhen thought he was gone, he spoke again, his voice was more patient:

"Ye Zhen, you came to London just to take a bath with me?"

"I won't take you to the Thames if you don't come out again."

Ye Zhen laughed and got up from the bathtub, "I'll be right out."

half an hour.

After she packed everything up, Jiang Jingting was already waiting downstairs.

It wasn't cold in the villa at all, she was only wearing a sweater.

Jiang Jingting took a cashmere coat in his hand, walked up to Ye Zhen and put it on for her.

The winter in London was bitterly cold, and he knew how much she was afraid of the cold.

Jiang Jingting fastened the last button for her, making sure that she would not freeze anywhere, and led her out the door.

A thick layer of snow had accumulated outside the villa, like a white quilt, which made a "creaking" sound when stepped on.

As the car drove through the streets, both residences and shops were decorated with Christmas-themed decorations. Colorful lights shone on the snow-white streets, accompanied by cheerful and warm Christmas theme songs, which were colorful and romantic.

The two drove all the way to the Thames River in the center of London, Jiang Jingting opened the car door for Ye Zhen, Ye Zhen took his hand and jumped out of the car, stepping on the snow boots in the thick snow.

"Jing Ting, do you remember when we first came to the Thames?"

Ye Zhen walked backwards in front of Jiang Jingting, her small face was flushed with cold, and the corners of her mouth were curled up, which was extraordinarily bright and charming under the light of the bridge.

"Remember." Jiang Jingting put his hands in the pockets of his coat. The British-style scarf made him look gentlemanly and elegant. The killing during the day was resolute, leaving only soft eyes.

He followed Ye Zhen's footsteps in the snow and looked at her lovingly: "Slow down, don't fall."

Beside them is the Thames Tower Bridge, and the steamer rolls slowly across the black water, its hulls gleaming with lights.

Not far away stands the Shard, shining brightly in the dark night sky.

Of course Jiang Jingting would not come to the Thames River with Ye Zhen for the first time, because that day was the day when he confessed to Ye Zhen for the first time.