When she was sweating and was pressed on the yoga nket by him, she red at the man who took the opportunity to hijack and teased, “Why do you even know this?”
Rowan just gave her a cool look and said, “I learned it online at noon.”
udia: “…”
At the moment, udia is returning all the things he learned from Rowan.
It is not convenient to wear high heels on her feet, but it also gives her certain benefits.
With the sharpest part of the heel, she kicked him hard in the calf.
Rowan twisted her arm and pressed her against the door panel, as if feeling something. His leg tilted and he dodged easily.
With half his strength relieved, he pressed her to the point where she was almost out of breath.
“Rowan!” She gritted her teeth and yelled at him. She turned her face and gouged out him. “Let me go.”
He leaned over at ease, holding her ear beads and biting her ear s between his teeth. “Stop ying?”
Damn it, after working with him for half a day, you have to y with this person?
udia was so angry that his big eyes rolled around. “Stop ying, stop ying, you let others go.”
Hard is not good, soft is good.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
That’s what Mr. Rowan does.
Sure enough, Rowan gave a disdainful cold hum from his nose and withdrew.
Right now!
As soon as udia’s eyes were fierce, he turned around and lifted his skirt, lifted his leg and kicked him in the past.
All he could see in time was a sh of sneer at his thin lips.
When the door moved behind her, she gave a “ah” and fell back.
Rowan’s arm gave her a hand around her waist, but it only helped her relieve the pain ofnding directly.
udia still fell to the ground in a mess and immediately covered himself with a man.
“Eldest brother?”
The door of the nearest room to his bedroom opened, and Wen Jiazhi’s puzzled voice came.
Rowan’s long legs hooked and the door “thud!” He closed it behind him.
Pain in my lips.
udia resisted and punched him in the chest with a small fist.
In my mind, there is a popr joke on the Inte recently: People beat you on the chest with small fists!
There was a bitter cold and she couldn’t helpughing.
Taking a bite of her red lips, Rowan’s eyes folded dangerously. “What are you thinking if you don’t concentrate?”
udia smiled and told him what he had just thought, and saw Mr. Rowan’s face waspletely ck.
He got up and strode away.
“Hey! You won’t help me up! What a gentleman!” Cried udia, getting himself up from the ground.
This is the first time she hase to his room.
After looking around, I couldn’t help sighing atst.
Finally, she officially set foot on the territory called Rowan. Although there is only a part of it, it is enough for her to be excited and happy.
The dissatisfaction of being forced to stay dispersed little by little.
Not surprisingly, the whole room is in three colors of ck, white and gray, with a proper cold tone.
There’s a bar?
udia walked over, grabbed the bar and looked at the wine rack.
All the expensive and scary wine on it.
“You, this, is not just decoration, never drink?”
Rowan was rubbing her cuffs and didn’t hear her.
udia came up with his skirt and watched his movements. His eyes shed. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s okay.” Let go of the empty cuffs, Rowan took off his suit jacket and threw it on the bed.
The cufflinks he was looking for were in her bag, but she had no intention of returning them to him.
That thing, she found, is hers.
As he walked to the bathroom, he took off his clothes. When he arrived at the door of the bathroom, only a pair of ck bullet pants remained all over his body.
Tall and straight and strong posture, from the back, muscle tight and powerful.
Rowan is the kind of person who dresses thin and strips fleshy.
udia’s eyes drooled and his eyes fell somewhere with malicious intent.
That big, a bag.
Tut tut.
How did it grow?
“Does it look good?” Rowan raised his eyebrows.
This little woman who does not know whether she lives or dies.
She didn’t know her sight, which had already made his lower abdomen hot. Do you want to put her under her body and love her wantonly?
Touching his chin, udia learned the usual tone and manner of rich women with ducks in those TV ys: “Not bad.”