In the luxurious room, Lan Feng was pressed by Ye Ziru on the comfortable big bed room like a dull machine, and was at a loss.

This is the first time that Lan Feng has been pressed like this.

Looking at the perfect face that was so close to her and her sexy and hot squeamish figure, Lan Feng felt inexplicably guilty and uneasy, and a trace of deep expectations.

Could this woman really want to give herself to...

"Hey, it's very comfortable for you to lie like this, right?"

Looking at the Lan Feng who had no action, Ye Ziru smiled charmingly, as if she stretched out her sexy tongue and licked the corner of her mouth. A tempting voice came from her mouth: "A real beauty is in front of you. Are you just so willing to be indifferent? Don't you want to do something?"

“Huff…”

Ye Ziru's seductive expression and her delicate voice made Lan Feng's breathing suddenly become rapid.

This woman definitely did it on purpose.

"Help me take off my clothes, I can't untie the back of the breast."

In Lan Feng's astonished gaze, Ye Ziru pulled her skirt down awkwardly, revealing her snow-white skin and the firmness wrapped in lilac. She put her hands behind her, as if she had difficulty unbuttoning the back of her.

Your uncle, come really?

Don't play like this, right?

At this moment, Lan Feng felt both panic and a strong expectation in his heart.

Of course, as a man who is not a casual man, he still spoke with a backbone: "Sorry, I'm really not a casual man."

"Really? I'm really afraid that you will not be a human being when you get up casually."

Ye Ziru said teasingly.

"It seems that you don't have the courage to eat me."

Then, under Lan Feng's extremely regretful and painful gaze, Ye Ziru stood up and began to put on her skirt.

Your uncle, don't you play like this, right?

They are obviously mentally prepared and decided to give up resisting and follow you, but the result is...

At this moment, Lan Feng was simply crying without tears.

He was already prepared to be reversed by Ye Ziru.

"Hey, I said you are really sleeping in the bed? Get up quickly, I have something serious to discuss with you."

Seeing Lan Feng lying on the bed with a look of pain, Ye Ziru teased and said.

"What's the matter?"

Lan Feng frowned slightly and sat up from the bed.

"When can you ask me?"

Ye Ziru smiled and said.

"Puff..."

Lan Feng almost vomited three liters of blood at this moment. This woman... was simply playing with him in a different way.

"What I said is true. I don't have much time. More than half a month will be the wedding day between me and Song Wenjie. Since you are unwilling to come out to save me at that time, I have to come up with such a solution."

Ye Ziru said seriously: "I don't like Song Wenjie at all."

"Who do you like?"

Lan Feng couldn't help but ask.

"I like you!"

Ye Ziru smiled slightly, then opened her arms and hugged Lan Feng, and threw Lan Feng who was sitting on the bed.

Lan Feng's head and face were placed among the proud mountains on Ye Ziru's chest.

Sister, don’t you play with me like this?

Lan Feng felt extremely wronged.

This Ye Ziru is simply a fairy and a little witch.

"How is it? Is it comfortable?"

Ye Ziru's voice echoed in Lan Feng's ears, almost causing him to vomit three liters of blood.

Are you comfortable with your sister?

I'm all suffocated, okay?

Our generation of four Western emperors tyrants were actually ruined by a beautiful woman.

At this moment, Lan Feng deeply understood why there was a beauty trap in ancient times, and those people knew that it was a beauty trap but still had to fall into it.

Damn it, a beast!

Lan Feng couldn't stand Ye Ziru's tossing and put his heart on Ye Ziru's waist with both hands and pressed her under him.

"Bang!"

Just as he was about to make some move, the door to the room was suddenly kicked open.

A man wearing a gray suit, with a thin face and a pair of extremely sharp eyes walked in.

"I'm a scoundrel!"

At this moment, Lan Feng didn't care who was kicking the door or who was walking in, and an angry voice came from his mouth.

Looking at Lan Feng and Ye Ziru hugging each other, Lan Feng's angry roar was heard. The man's hand clenched his fists was trembling at the distance, his face turned pale, and it was extremely difficult to see. An extremely stern voice came from his mouth: "Lan Feng, you bastard!"

Hearing the lush and familiar voice, Lan Feng sat up from the bed with his slender waist holding Ye Ziru's slender waist. Looking at the man whose face was twisted and deformed due to anger, Lan Feng's hand holding Ye Ziru's waist tightened, and a faint smile appeared on his face. A faint voice came from his mouth: "Who am I thinking I am? It turns out that he is the eldest son of the Song family. I didn't expect that we will meet again so soon. What? Is there anything to do with me?"

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjie's fist clattered and his expression was gloomy. He ignored Lan Feng and instead looked at Ye Ziru, his eyes fell on Ye Ziru, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "Ziru, what are you doing here?"

“As you can see.”

Ye Ziru put her hands on Lan Feng's neck and answered coldly as she looked at Song Wenjie.

A woman might have been panicked, but she was very calm.

"You...you...you are my fiancée!"

At this moment, Song Wenjie was extremely angry and pointed at Ye Ziru and said.

"That's just a fiancée. You don't have any right to interfere with me before we officially get married, of course... I'd be happy if you want to regret the marriage."

Ye Ziru looked at Song Wenjie with a deep disgust, and she replied coldly.

"Why? Why are you with him?"

At this moment, Song Wenjie almost lost his mind. He felt a shiny cuckold on his head.

"Because I like him and hate you."

Ye Ziru hugged Lan Feng's neck and replied affectionately.

As her words fell, she even gave Lan Feng a hot and fragrant kiss in front of Song Wenjie.

"Fuck... you bitch!"

At this moment, Song Wenjie could no longer help but go completely.

He yelled anger, like an angry cock rushing towards Ye Ziru, his right hand raised high and sucked it hard at Ye Ziru's beautiful cheek.

"Bang!"

Unfortunately, he ignored Lan Feng beside Ye Ziru. Before his slap could fall on Ye Ziru, Lan Feng's right leg kicked out with powerful force and landed on his lower abdomen.

The next moment, Song Wenjie flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall beside him hard, with a pale face so hard that it was extremely pale.

He raised his head with difficulty, and his eyes looking at Lan Feng were filled with a strong resentment.

Lan Feng hugged Ye Ziru's waist, stood up and looked at Song Wenjie with condescending voice, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "I don't care what your reason is. When I'm not really angry, you'd better disappear immediately. I have to do a serious matter."

As Lan Feng's words fell, under Song Wenjie's extremely resentful and angry gaze, he held Ye Ziru's pointed chin with one hand, and then kissed Ye Ziru's fragrant lips with his mouth.

"Lan Feng, I'm your uncle."

Seeing this scene, Song Wenjie's eyes were about to break, and he roared at Lan Feng.

"roll!"

The next moment, Song Wenjie's body was kicked away again.

"Puff..."

A mouthful of bright red blood sprayed out of Song Wenjie's mouth, and his hair and clothes became extremely messy.

At this moment, Song Wenjie deeply felt his incompetence.

Perhaps, this is the biggest blow since his birth.

His future wife actually made out with another man in front of him, and that man was his biggest enemy.

Such a blow...is really hard for him to accept.
To be continued...