The beautiful wife of the president

"Not in a good mood? What's the matter?" He sat down beside her and asked plainly. ∥ ~!

Zhanyan's long eyelashes trembled, her lips opened and closed, and her voice was cold, "Ji Weiyang, can you sing "Cinderella"?"

"No." He replied indifferently, without any waves in his voice.

"So can you play the guitar?" she continued, her head buried in her knees.

"No." The answer was exactly the same as before.

"Then can you play basketball?"

This time, Ji Weiyang was silent. If the two questions just now were just a coincidence, then there is absolutely no chance of a coincidence for the third time. She must know something.He looked at her, his gaze deepening.

Before waiting for his answer, Zhanyan raised her face, smiled wretchedly, and then began to sing hoarsely.

"How can I fall in love with you? I'm asking myself. I can give up everything, but it's hard to leave today... I always break your heart, I'm always cruel, and I tell you not to take it seriously, because I can't believe it ... Maybe you never thought that my heart would hurt. If this is a dream, I would like to be drunk for a long time and would not wake up. I have endured it. I waited so, maybe I was waiting for your arrival..."

Every word of her desolate singing sounded like a sharp knife piercing his heart. It was a kind of pain that could not be described in words.He stretched out his arms to pull her body slightly angrily, pressed his powerful palms on her thin shoulders, and said in a deep voice, "Enough, stop singing! Who told you what?"

"We've been married for three years. I never knew you could play the piano. Isn't it ironic?" Zhanyan smiled sarcastically, and looked up at him. Her face was already covered with tears. She struggled to push him away and pulled him hard. Opening the little coat on her body, "Ji Weiyang, if you just want to vent when you come back, then hurry up. If not, please get out of here." She pointed to the door with trembling arms.

She once again succeeded in angering Ji Weiyang, he sneered, pinched her chin with two fingers, gently wiped the tears on her face with his slender and cold fingertips, but the coldness in his black eyes conveyed a dangerous Signal. "Wei Zhanyan, you really know how to break my heart. To vent? Well, as long as you can bear it."

Without any warmth, he ripped off her skirt, then her panties, separated her white and slender legs, pressed her against the cold glass, and forcefully entered her body.The strong and savage possession made her almost convulsed with pain, her fragile body was trembling under his body, she bit her lips tightly, and the bright red blood mixed with tears fell on the pure white window sill .

There was a huge glass window behind her, and the dim light kept coming in from outside the window. Such a feeling made Zhanyan feel that she was naked and exposed in front of others, and she was completely overwhelmed by the sense of humiliation.

Ji Weiyang pressed on her, and let out a muffled groan in his throat.Being wrapped in her tight and soft body is undoubtedly a fatal temptation for a man. He really wants to rush desperately, but he can't. What Ji Weiyang wants is not naked sex, he wants two He was in love with her, and he wanted to mingle with her physically and mentally, but every time he showed his face, he was like a little hedgehog, piercing him with bruises all over his body.

He suppressed his exit from her body. If he really continued, it would only cause irreparable damage. How could he be willing to let her get hurt.

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