Chapter 1683 Except for Liyuan, There Is No Such Song [99]

Her silent look fell in Jing Yanxiu's eyes, as if she thought she had been exposed and didn't know how to explain.

Jing Yanxiu was furious in his heart, and was about to make a move, but the girl in his arms kissed his lips on tiptoe.

He has a meal.

The girl's voice was soft: "I was wrong."

As she spoke, she kissed again.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

She coaxed.

After speaking, afraid that the other party would still be angry, he tiptoed and kissed again.

Shen Wanqing kissed her several times.

Although the warlord didn't speak, he could feel that the originally strong and dark anger on his body dissipated a lot.

Every time the girl kissed, his expression improved a bit.

Shen Wanqing also found out.

So she tiptoed and kept kissing until Jing Yanxiu's face didn't smell so bad.

After the last kiss, she was ready to stop kissing, and she didn't know if her intention was discovered by the other party.

The young man's slender and beautiful fingers pressed against her head irresistibly, and his whole body was rubbed into her arms, covered with thin lips, biting and licking.

Mixed with a touch of bluegrass fragrance, it seems to dilute the strong fragrance of powder on the girl's body.

Seeing this, the dancers in the room took the opportunity to sneak out, and Adjutant Su didn't know what to do.

Seeing Er Ye like this, it seems that there is no need to deal with these dancers.

If you don't kill him, it's useless for him to stay here.

Thinking about it, Adjutant Su also slipped out with the dancers.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely ambiguous, mixed with the soft sobbing of the girl.

After a while.

Shen Wanqing gasped and leaned against Jing Yanxiu's arms, her cheeks were blushing, and her tea eyes were glistening.

She sat on the other's lap and didn't speak.

Jing Yanxiu held the handkerchief and pursed his lips, took the girl's hand and wiped it carefully without saying a word.

I rubbed it a little too hard, and it turned red.

Shen Wanqing endured it until her skin was scratched, then she whispered:

"pain."

The other party snapped his snow-white long fingers.

The movement seems to be lighter.

But the man who hugged her still sneered slightly, "Do you still hug her?"

Lazy voice, flat tone, the other party's long eyelashes drooping slightly, looking at her faintly but indifferently.

The seemingly careless appearance is actually extremely dangerous.

How dare Shen Wanqing.

She shook her head: "No."

If you get angry, you have to coax yourself.

Coaxing people is really hard work.

Second Master Jing glanced over the girl's body in a neither cold nor indifferent way, and then slowly withdrew his gaze.

One Li Shijin is not enough, and he has provoked so many women.

Regarding the fact that his little wife likes to hook up too much, Second Master Jing expressed displeasure, even a headache.

Can so many people add up to compare with him?

It was extremely quiet inside the box.

The beautiful and indifferent warlord hugged the girl in his arms, and wiped the girl's hands clean without saying a word.

The white and tender little hands were slightly reddish, looking very pitiful.

Jing Yanxiu lightly kissed the back of his hand.

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The two left from the private room, and when they arrived at the ballroom on the first floor, many merchants who had been waiting for a long time flocked to them.

Jing Yanxiu put her arms around Shen Wanqing's waist, and she stood quietly listening to their conversation.

Jing Yanxiu didn't pay much attention, and his expression was flat.

Most of what those people say is flattering, just listen to it casually.

Sometimes Jing Yanxiu would occasionally reply with a word or two, and those people would be overjoyed.

Suddenly, he coughed slightly, and lightly covered his heart with his snow-white long fingers, his eyebrows frowned, his expression indifferent.