Putting the person on the carpet, Qi Ye took off his windbreaker, rolled up his cuffs, revealing his two thin wrists.

Ye Weilan didn't know what expression to use to face the man she should call her husband at this moment.

She blamed him, but he didn't care about her resentment at all. He even had his ruthlessness. If she really angered him, the Ye family would be destroyed just as he waved his hand.

Ye Weilan lowered her head sadly.

Qi Ye lifted her chin and looked deep into her eyes: "What's my name?"

Look, it's so ridiculous. He is her husband, but she doesn't even know his name.

Ye Weilan was speechless.

Qi Ye leaned over to kiss her lips, and took off her dress while peeling off her voice vaguely: "I will make you remember it firmly and you will never forget it in your life."

The white group shirt crossed the tender white calves and fell to the ground, and the temperature in the room rose rapidly.

On the crimson soft blanket, Ye Weilan was forced to bear the man's wild depth, with her jade-like skin and purple marks added layer by layer. The man's deep breathing, accompanied by his charming voice, kept echoing in her ears.

Qi Ye...

She cried and called again and again, but he seemed to be insatiable and made her shout for a whole night in different ways.

When he finally had a good time, it was already bright outside the window.

Qi Ye raised his head from her chest, with a lazy expression after the meal, his thin lips were bright red, and he had a unique charm. After kissing her lips for a while, he picked up Ye Weilan and sent it to the bed.

When he entered the bathroom, the person who should have fallen asleep on the bed was shaking with long eyelashes. She turned over, buried her face in the quilt, curled her body, and cried softly.

...

After taking a shower, Qi Ye casually put on a shirt and went downstairs.

The butler and servants downstairs saw the master, both men, women, and young, all blushed in an instant, and some young women were even swallowing their saliva.

Too evil!

The clothes were worn casually, the two buttons on the top of the shirt were not buttoned, revealing a piece of white chest, rolled up with cuffs, and messy black hair, slightly blocking the cold and mighty eyes, and there was an unfading style between the eyebrows.

As if he had noticed everyone's gaze, Qi Ye's eyes sank slightly.

Everyone immediately lowered their heads.

The housekeeper stepped forward and asked respectfully: "Young Master, what do young lady like to eat?"

While going downstairs, Qi Ye reported a few dishes and added a sentence at the end: "Make a bowl of sweet soup that is good for your throat."

The housekeeper will do it immediately.

Qi Ye sat on the sofa with a finger on his forehead, and his expression was rarely casual.

"Young Master," Lingyi reported: "The eldest young master of the Yang family wants to talk to you."

"not see."

"yes."

The housekeeper sent someone to deliver breakfast. After Qi Ye used it briefly, he picked up Ye Weilan's portion and went upstairs.

The room was quiet and only a shallow breathing could be heard.

Qi Ye lifted the quilt and the people in the quilt were sleeping soundly, their cheeks were pink and their noses moved slightly.

Qi Ye thought about it and continued to lift the quilt down, putting it slowly, with snow-white neck, round shoulders, beautiful chest, and slender waist...

His movements stopped here, his eyes covered with darkness.

The beautiful white and delicate female body, the long dark hair is spread out, and the undulating curves make people feel dry.

Qi Ye's eyes tightened, and he looked at the blue and purple marks, forcing himself to look away and landed on her flat belly.
Chapter completed!