Millionaire In Love With Me

“What are you doing here?”

Seeing Ethan appear, Margarita Jones was a little surprised, “You’re hurt?”

Ethan was carrying two white bags in his hand, “The boss said you were coming over, I bought wine on purpose, let’s have a drink?”

The C country has been here for a while, Ethan and Morris Cheal two people are very busy, every day hovering on the death line, is also a rare busy spare time, for a moment of relaxation.

“Come in.”

Margarita Jones took two steps back and opened the living room door, “Just in time to tell me about your recent experiences.”

Ethan walked in and placed the contents of two carrier bags on the table.

“A special trip to Chinatown to buy Chow Mein Duck, kebabs, and cold seafood.” Ethan placed the boxes of late-night food on the

on the table and set it out, and carried out the beer in another carry bag.

Seeing him go through all this trouble, Margarita Jones couldn’t help but tease, “Doesn’t the hotel have any alcohol that you need to bring over?”

Ethan gave her a look, full of sincerity, “This is fresh root beer from the night market, the hotel really doesn’t have it.”

Margarita Jones: “…”

The two sat down and had a drink in the living room, and had the good sense not to call out to Vivian and Morris Cheal both.

At this time, Vivian wrapped in a towel came out of the bathroom, towel in hand to wipe wet hair, “a shower, much more relaxed … Well …”

Before she could finish her sentence, Morris Cheal had already taken her into his arms and sealed it with a kiss.

The woman was caught off guard, blinking her big, innocent eyes and fluttering her eyelashes across Morris Cheal’s face, “Well … Margarita is still … next door… …, don’t you …”

“Ethan’s gone over to keep her company.”

Morris Cheal straightened up and smiled wickedly, “No one will be disturbed.”

The words fell, he leaned down and picked the woman up horizontally, walked straight to the waterbed and dropped her on the bed.

Vivian landed on the water bed, her whole body swirled with her fall, Morris Cheal bullying up, one hand propped next to her head, one hand holding the wet hair on her cheeks, “Honey, miss you.”

A day without seeing her is like three years without seeing her.

A few days away, his thoughts of Vivian have been like a vine that wrapped him tightly, making him almost crazy.

Morris Cheal had always put his career first, but since he met Vivian, everything had changed.

“Margarita came to C with me to look for you, and not only did you not invite anyone to dinner, but you also sent her away. Doesn’t it hurt your conscience?”

She put one hand around Morris Cheal’s neck and poked him in the chest with the other.

Vivian’s fingers poked and prodded, then mischievously reached through the buttons and poked her hand inside.

The skin was slightly hot as her cool fingers touched the hard chest, and with just a moment’s touch, Vivian could clearly see Morris Cheal’s black eyes covered with a layer of lust.

His chest rose and fell.

The hand can’t help but untie the skirt of the bathrobe, and the palm naturally wraps around the fullness.

Morris Cheal was in love with the elasticity of the hand and leaned down to suck on it.

The clash of ice and fire, sparks flying, people can not help but fall into it.

Vivian slowly closed her eyes, clasped Morris Cheal’s arm with one hand and clutched the bed sheet with the other, feeling her mind shaken, dizzy and soft.

For a while, all the love and hate, all the tiredness of life, are then disappeared.

The two of them are in the fairyland of the peach source, drinking the jelly, a few slightly drunk, a few confused, a few coveted, a few intoxicated, floating, like galloping on the sea of clouds.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.