Xia Zhengfeng knew that Zhao Lan must have been tampered with Xia Changhe's tonic.

He told him not to know that Zhao Lan had left his room tonight, and then he felt relieved.

He took Zhao Lan into his arms, pressed her against the door and kissed her hard.

The two kissed each other for a long time, and then they separated a little.

Looking at the woman he had dreamed of getting, right in his arms, he spoke dissatisfiedly: "Don't call his name in front of me in the future!"

"Who! The long river?"

Zhao Lan smiled and said with a joke, as if a cat was playing with a mouse: "If you don't call him a name, what do you want me to call him?

Although I am his secretary in name, everyone knows that since he asked you to call me Aunt Lan, it means that he has identified my identity..." "What is the identity?

Remember, in this family, you have only one identity, that is my Xia Zhengfeng’s woman!”

After saying that, he took Zhao Lan into his arms again and kissed her.

Maybe he was really angry by Zhao Lan's words just now.

His kiss now was obviously less gentle than before than before.

Every move of his actions was like swearing his sovereignty.

While kissing her lips, neck, and cheeks.

As he asked, "Lan Lan.

You said, compared to the old man, who is better and makes you happier!"

"Haha! He is your father, why are you competing with him?

Besides, you have a wife and a son.

I just like you so much!”

Zhao Lan avoided the issue of Xia Zhengfeng.

She is smart and will never leave any handle for anyone.

It is this man who has always claimed to herself that she is the only one she loves in her life, and she has never really felt at ease.

In a place where Xia Zhengfeng could not see, Zhao Lan's tone was still gentle.

But the disgust flashed in his eyes was obviously so obvious that people could see it at a glance.

How great would it be if the person who held me today was another man.

That man was the only man she was moved in her life, and she dreamed of midnight.

She also often dreamed of the man sleeping beside her, not the old man, not Xia Zhengfeng, but him.

It was him holding himself in his arms and kissing him, loving and caring, and even asking him over and over again, how good it would be.

Xia Zhengfeng could feel Zhao Lan holding his arm and gradually loosening.

Even the sound that just overflowed from his mouth became as if it was.

His eyes chilled and he pushed her away slightly.

With a "Sla", Zhao Lan felt a chill all over her body.

Before she could react, she was pushed to the ground by Xia Zhengfeng.

"Look clearly, I am Xia Zhengfeng.

There is only one man in your life, and that is me.

You can only have me in your eyes!”

While he was talking, he took off his nightgown and threw it aside... The lights were on, and the night gradually became deeper.

A clattering sound rang in the guest room of Xia Family Villa.

After Xia Zhengfeng lit the smoke.

I put the lighter on the bedside table.

While he closed his eyes and sucked the clouds and mist, he still used his thumb to gently stroke the woman's shoulder in his arms.

In fact, Zhao Lan is not very old, but she is in her forties.

But the rich wife has lived a long life, and she has maintained it properly over the years?

This body has always been convex and concave, and her skin is like cream.
Chapter completed!