After Feng Yan finished speaking, he pulled off the bath towel around his waist and pounced on him.

An Qiao was awakened by the heat.

When I opened my eyes, I felt like my whole body was dispersed and it hurts as soon as I moved. An orange crystal lamp was lit up above my head, and the gorgeous patterns kept shaking under the light, making her eyes slightly hurt.

Where is this?

She thought in a daze and slowly rolled her eyes.

The eyes are full of shocking luxury. The classic British style decoration style exudes a heavy ornate atmosphere. Picasso's oil paintings are hung on the wall, and the strong colors and lines make her feel like she is in an absurd dream.

It's a dream!

She closed her eyes again, thinking in a dizzy mind, keep dreaming, it's best not to wake up never.

Don't wake up and face such a cruel reality.

After a long time, extremely light footsteps suddenly sounded in her ears, and she couldn't help but tense up all over.

The bed sank slightly, and she could feel someone lifting the quilt and lying on it. Soon, the tip of her nose was shrouded in a clear masculine aura. One arm was placed on her delicate body without any inch and slowly moved upwards.

"ah!"

An Qiao spoke in time and opened her eyes suddenly.

The hands in the quilt were paused.

Then, the man's low and mellow voice sounded like a strong wine, "Awaken?"

An Qiao turned her head and looked at her, and couldn't help but be stunned.

What a handsome man!

His eyebrows and eyes are handsome, his nose is straight, his chin with graceful lines, and his slightly pursed thin lips are lazy and leaning against the pillow, so sexy!

However, as the eyes slowly went down, they slid across the strong chest and the clear textured lower abdomen, and saw the straight and straight

"ah!"

An Qiao screamed, and covered her head with a quilt.

"You, who are you? Why are you not wearing pants!"

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Bujing said endlessly: "What are you doing so surprised? You have used it all, are you still afraid to see it?"

What?

An Qiao suddenly lifted the quilt, revealing a pair of black eyes, staring at him.

"You, you said we have already."

Feng Yan nodded.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

An Qiao was about to cry without tears. At this time, she also noticed that she seemed to be wearing nothing, just wrapped in a quilt, and she didn't notice it for a while.

Besides, there are actually some memories left in her head. She had an argument with Liu Xiuxiang and was beaten. She seemed to be drunk at that time and was taken away by the man.

An Qiao, An Qiao! How stupid are you? I actually went there twice!

I still remember that two years ago, she drank too much in the bar, so she broke up with Qiao Ziyu!

Two years later, the same thing happened again!

An Qiao, you are so stupid!

Feng Yan curled his lips slightly, and he looked at the little woman's crazy look while covering the quilt, and was really worried that she would suffocate herself to death like this.

He reached out and pulled the quilt and said, "Wife!"

"What wife? Who is your wife?"

An Qiao yelled angrily, her little face was flushed with anxiety, as if water was about to drip out of it.

A trace of evil flashed in Feng Yan's eyes and he deliberately said, "You slept with me last night. Do you still want to be irresponsible?"

An Qiao was speechless, "Hey, I said, you are a man. If you want to, what can I do to you?"

Feng Yan sneered, "Oh! Women are really fickle. I don't know who called her husband last night. Now she wants to leave when she lifts her pants. It's not that cheap."

As he said that, he picked up the phone at the head of the bed, stroked it a few times, found a recording and threw it to her.

"Here, listen to it yourself!"

An Qiao blinked and clicked on the recording as if he was unbelievable, and was startled.

"Be good, call me husband."

"husband."

"I want my husband."

"I want it even if my husband."

"Baby, do you want your husband to exert force?"

"want!"

"Then you kiss your husband."

""

"How is it? I believe it now?"

Feng Yan pulled Ancho, who was still trapped in the dullness, into his arms, lowered his head and took her lips, kissed her gently, and then went deeper, hooking her tongue and sucking repeatedly, with gentle and lingering movements.

An Qiao couldn't help but tremble slightly, trying to push it away, but felt weak all over.

By the time the man finally let her go, she was already out of breath and could not speak at all.

Feng Yan curled his lips with satisfaction, pointed his fingers on her slightly red and swollen lips, and said, "Remember, be my wife of Feng Yan, in the future, I can only touch even a strand of hair on your body. If you let me see a scene like the daytime, I will."

"etc!"

An Qiao finally interrupted him and said with a breath, "Since that has happened to us, you should know that I am not."

"I don't mind."

Feng Yan interrupted her, afraid that she would feel a little embarrassed.

"The most important thing about two people being together is their spiritual harmony, and it's not the first time I'm."

His first time, two years ago.

An Qiao was completely confused and stared at his overly handsome face, "But, but I really don't know you."

"Then you know each other now! My name is Feng Yan."

Feng Yan said, opened the drawer at the head of the bed and took out two red books.

When An Qiao saw the three clearly stamped characters on it, she was frightened!

It's actually a marriage certificate!

Are you making mistakes?

She widened her eyes and felt the sky thunder rolling!

She glared in disbelief for a long time, and suddenly twisted her thigh hard, "Hiss-"

It hurts so much, not dreaming.

So, is she really married?

"No, no. This is fake, right?"

An Qiao still couldn't believe that without a household registration book and without her being present in person, where would she get a marriage certificate?

But the man said confidently: "If you don't believe me, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to investigate."

After saying that, he had already gotten up, grabbed the bath towel next to him and wrapped it, saying, "Since you get up, hurry up and put on your clothes. To celebrate the happy wedding, I will take you out for dinner."

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I completely packed up and it was already 7:30 pm when I went out.

When An Qiao got into the car, he found that this was the most expensive villa area in the imperial city of Jiangcheng. I heard that a house is worth at least 30 million yuan.

She couldn't help but be shocked. She swallowed her saliva and had to quietly look at the man beside her again.

He is handsome, has a strong aura, is young and rich, and has normal functions in that aspect. At first glance, he is a super high-quality diamond prince.

I can't figure it out, why did I find her?

An Qiao asked herself that she was not as beautiful as a fairy, she was at most a mid-sized and had no special talent. What did this man like about her?

The more she thought about it, the harder she could understand.

All the way to the open-air Western Restaurant of Saruselle, the gorgeous decoration and royal service shocked Ancho again. When he saw the sky-high menu, he couldn't help but take a breath.

A steak costs 30,000 yuan per serving and a bottle of red wine costs more than 100,000 yuan.

What we eat is not food, but gold!
Chapter completed!