My Cold Gentle Husband

Feng Rui’s face was smiling, and she reached up and hugged her up. Her arms were like iron tongs, and her waist and straight legs were firmly attached.

"Let the old lady! Dead metamorphosis!" Yuan Huanchen is crazy.

"Don't move." Feng Rui glanced at her with a slight warning, holding her hand to tighten.

The seal of the purple dress just came out of the villa, and saw a person in the arms of Feng Rui.

The light was dim, she couldn't see Yuan Huanchen's face, but it was a woman from long curly hair and body shape.

She is very surprised.

"brother?"

"Well. Where are you going so late?" Feng Rui was holding Yuan Huanchen in his arms. He asked if nothing had happened.

"Let me go! Help! Help!" Yuan Huanchen saw Feng Ziyi and thought she was a good person. She struggled and called for help.

The strength of the sharp arm is amazing, no matter how much strength she puts out, Feng Rui is still holding her steady.

Feng Zi was scared: "Brother, is this?"

"Your nephew, temper with me. I will go up first." Feng Ruiyun's light wind.

He knew very well that at this moment, the seal of the purple clothes went to Gujia’s old house to look for Gu Hang, but he also knew that although the purple dress was lively and cheerful, it was also a dead person.

No matter how he stops, it is useless.

"Ah? Oh." Feng Ziyi was amazed.

Looking at Feng Rui holding the unreasonable Yuan Huanchen upstairs, she said to herself: "When did I have the voice?"

Feng Rui took Yuan Huanchen upstairs and then threw her on the soft big bed.

Yuan Huanchen suddenly turned his head and lie in bed, and he did not respond for a while.

When she reacted, she saw that Feng’s finger had fallen on the last button of his shirt.

"Hey!"

Feng Rui opened his shirt and slowly approached Yuan Huanchen, smiling on his face.

Yuan Huanchen’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the body shrank toward the bed. She was a little scared, but she was strong and shouted: “What do you want to do?”

"Wife? What do you want to do? Of course, what should be done between husband and wife." Feng Rui's tone is light and windy, as if all this is taken for granted.

"You don't come over!" Yuan Huanchen suddenly got up from the bed, grabbed a soft pillow in his arms, and his eyes were terrified.

She continued to retreat, and eventually, the body fell on the back of the bed, and there was no retreat.

"Snapped!"

Feng Rui jumped into bed at once, and the palm rested on the wall behind her head, approaching her.

"what--"

Yuan Huanchen screamed and rolled directly to the ground, shrinking into the corner of the bed. "White and light! Help!"

Feng Rui jumped out of bed with her, half a squat in front of her, and her look became serious.

"I introduce myself. My name is Feng Rui. I am twenty-six years old this year. A year ago, we had a night in the country of f. You said that you will marry me when you wake up the next day. I didn't expect that I woke up and you were gone. I also stole my wallet and bank card Miss Yuan Huanchen. Did you think of it?"

Yuan Huan Chen shocked.

She stared at Feng Rui's face seriously, as if it were overlapping with the shadow in memory.

Yes, a year ago, in the country of f, at that time, Yuan Huanchen was penniless, she really couldn’t help it, so when she stole it, she took it to herself for one night.

She actually only wants money, it’s too bad to be fooled.

Later, she always wanted to find Feng Rui, but also his money, but she did not know his name, and for a long time, he forgot his appearance, and could not find it.

did not expect

Yuan Huanchen woke up and said quickly: "I will pay you back! I will return."

She was trying to get up and her arms were blocked.

She looked up and looked at Feng Rui.

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"Then you promised to marry me?" Feng Rui looked at her deeply.

The lights were turned on in the room and the lights were shining.

Yuan Huanchen looked at Feng Rui and saw the seriousness in his nephew. She was screaming in her heart.

Married to Feng Rui?

impossible!

She will not marry a man who does not love himself.

The person she wants to marry must love and love her very much. She wants a lot of love, and she will make up for those loves that have been missing.

Yuan Huanchen lowered his eyebrows and said: "I was cheating you at the beginning."

"But I was taken seriously." Feng Rui reached out and held her chin.

She is as thin as she was a year ago, as if she had never been full.

Yuan Huanchen was forced to look up at his eyes. She was silent and did not speak.

Feng Rui looked at her quietly. For a long time, he bowed down and kissed.

"唔" Yuan Huanchen reached out and pushed him.

Under the palm of the hand is a man's hot chest, she can even feel the frequency of a man's heart beat vigorously.

The more she refuses, the deeper the man kisses.

Yuan Huanchen’s hand hangs down slowly, and she thinks – give him a knife and two paragraphs from now on.

After smashing, Feng Rui hugged her and said: "Tomorrow we will get the certificate."

Yuan Huanchen was a little tired, looked up at him, and vaguely "hmm".

Her heart is very clear, impossible!

She will never marry a man who doesn't love himself.

In her opinion, her father did not love her mother, so she married her stepmother less than half a year after her mother died.

She does not want to repeat the mother's old road.

She can never get married for a lifetime, but she will never marry a man who doesn't love herself.

Yuan Huanchen calculated well in her heart. After two hours of rest, she climbed up and fled, leaving the country and saying.

She slowly closed her eyes and felt a soft touch on her forehead.

She didn't move, so tired.

At three in the morning, Yuan Huanchen opened his eyes sharply.

The lights in the room have long been turned off, the curtains are also pulled up, and the room is not visible.

She moved and found that she was completely shackled.

She was very careful to take the sharp hand off and get up from the bed.

She saw something on the ground with a white color. She guessed it was a sharp shirt. Going over and picking it up, it really was.

She quickly put herself on the button and buckled it.

Her skirt has long been smashed and can't be worn.

Although she is very tall, but the seal is higher, his shirt is very long, just to wear as a skirt.

She barefooted, cautiously, walked to the door, the palm just touched the doorknob, and the handle instantly glowed green and made a "drop" sound.

The voice is very loud, and Yuan Huanchen’s heart is not good.

She was about to go back and see the response of Feng Rui. She felt that the man had come over. The strong arms naturally wrapped around her waist, and the hot body stuck over her fingers, pinching her chin: "What? I want to repeat the story?"

His breath was sprayed on the side of her face with a strong sense of oppression.

Yuan Huanchen frowned, reached out and pushed his hand away, turned around and forced to calm down and said, "What are you running? I want to go to the bathroom. Where is the bathroom?"

"Whether you really go to the bathroom or really want to run, you slept me, it is my woman. I must marry me."