"You can't peek!" Chu Huandong smiled and walked out of the room with a smile, then walked out slowly and carefully.

Wang Zhanzhu was still annoyed about her mistake just now, and said angrily: "What are you doing to pretend to be a ghost?" She tried to reach out and pull off the black cloth covered with her eyes several times, but Chu Huandong stopped them in time.

"Be good, it's coming soon." If Chu Huandong hadn't been afraid of refusing to cooperate, Wang Zhanzhu would have pulled off the cloth covered with his eyes, he would have hugged her and strode rapidly.

Wang Zhanzhu's patience was about to be exhausted. She could not even open her eyes when she was covered with black cloth covering her face. "What are you going to do? You're so nervous, want to sell me?"

Chu Huandong watched her angry, and the two dimples on her face were looming, extremely seductive. After drinking, he was gradually weakening his rationality, and he leaned forward without thinking and kissed her on the face.

"What are you doing?" Wang Zhanzhu was unwilling to do so. At this time, she was completely embarrassed and pulled off the black cloth covered with her eyes. Then she was stunned by everything that appeared in front of her.

On the empty beach outside the villa, there are countless lit candles, forming a huge and beautiful group: "Palm Beads forgiving me". The candles swaying in the wind shine the beach half-light and half-dark. In the gaps of the candles, there are countless roses of various colors, and the water droplets are still trembling and blooming brightly.

Such a grand occasion is not surprising. The most amazing thing is that a group of long-distance restaurants were built on the beach. White carpets, wooden quaint dining tables, small plaid tablecloths, silver luminous tableware, and Western food was exquisite and mouth-watering.

The soothing and moving music woke up the shocked Wang Zhangzhu. She slowly walked into the restaurant and reached out to touch the dining table in front of her and the candlestick on the dining table, which proved that she was not dreaming and everything here was not a mirage.

She picked up the white wine on the table and took a sip, suppressed her shock, then turned to look at Chu Huandong. She did not ask him how he had created this dream scene. It would not be surprising that this man could use his heart to exert any kind of energy.

Chu Huandong looked at the expected smile and surprise on Wang Zhanzhu's face. He raised his eyebrows with a slight smug look, "How is it? Do you like it?" As long as Wang Zhanzhu likes it, it will be worth it to spend so much effort to prepare for arrangements.

The candlelight and moonlight coated Chu Huandong's face with a layer of fine porcelain. In a trance, Wang Zhangzhu felt as if he was looking up at a slender and handsome god. Her eyes stopped on Chu Huandong's face, and suddenly touched the long-standing memories in his mind.

Many years ago, when she was still a ignorant little girl, she always liked to look at him with a slightly raised head and looked at him, with joy in her eyes, as if she was looking at the most priceless treasure in the world. At that time, she always liked to reach out and touch his face, and was afraid that she would accidentally break this exquisiteness.

"I like." Wang Zhangzhu could only follow his own wishes in front of God, nodded honestly, and then sat at the dining table in a daze.

Chu Huandong did not sit on the other side of the dining table as the rules, but instead sat next to Wang Zhanzhu with a chair. Wang Zhanzhu could smell his scent, with a strong smell of cigarettes and white wine.

He naturally pulled the plate in front of Wang Zhanzhu and carefully cut the steak into small pieces.

Chu Huandong's expression was focused and soft, which made people feel a little warm and silence when they saw it. Wang Zhanzhu's eyes were a little more turbulent. In order to conceal, she drank another glass of wine, and the sour and sweet smell spread in her mouth.

The evening breeze was filled with beautiful singing, candlelight, flowers, the sea, and the handsome arrogant man around him. Everything seemed to be back in the season of love. The air was filled with the fragrance of happiness of flowers. Wang Zhangzhu held the cup tightly, unable to control his heartbeat again.

The flashing blur deep in her eyes fell into Chu Huandong's eyes. His keen mind immediately became happy, and he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one go.

"You have drunk so much wine today, but you still drink it!" Wang Zhanzhu subconsciously blamed him.

Chu Huandong was so moved by her words that he almost burst into tears. He nodded repeatedly, "I won't drink anymore, I won't drink anymore."

After Wang Zhanzhu came back this time, he seemed to have suddenly cared for him. His confession was completely immune. As if he had made up his mind to reject him, there was no room for maneuver. Unexpectedly, she began to care about him again today. His eyes were full of burning light, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a hazy sad satisfaction.

Chu Huandong reached out and grabbed one of Wang Zhanzhu's hands, put away the smile on his face, staring at her with a pair of starry eyes, like a deep spring filled with tenderness, endless, "Zhangzhu, today is my birthday, you haven't told me a happy birthday!"

Wang Zhanzhu had a fever on her face and tried hard to pull her hands back. After a few efforts, Chu Huandong held her hands tighter. He slowly squatted down in front of her and looked up at her, "Do you still hate me? Do you refuse to tell me "Happy Birthday"?" His voice was very soft, but it made people feel heart-pounding.

"I don't hate you anymore." Wang Zhanzhu whispered, "Happy birthday."

Chu Huandong stared at her face, "That's it?" His eyes were longing, as if she had all his hopes.

Maybe today's wine was mixed, and the feeling of slightly drunk came to my heart. Wang Zhangzhu looked at the large bright starry sky behind Chu Huandong, and the light and dark candlelight, and her heart became even more dazed. She said in a trembling voice: "What else do you want me?"

Chu Huandong saw that there was a flush after drinking on her cheeks and a shy look in her eyes, which made people feel drunk. He stood up and hugged her tightly in his arms, "Zhangzhu, I want you to never leave me, I want you to return to my side and Niu Niu."

Wang Zhanzhu leaned passively in Chu Huandong's arms, feeling the feeling of love that she hadn't experienced for a long time. She hadn't felt the warmth she had now for so long, because she missed Chu Huandong's breath so much, and missed her, which moved her safely and comfortable embrace. She slowly closed her eyes and showed a smile.

Chu Huandong looked at the smile on Wang Zhanzhu's face and felt his heart surging, and a sense of ultimate joy appeared. The joy spread from the heart little by little with happiness, and then spread to every corner of his body.

The low music, the ambiguous melody, and the little bit of hairspring tied the two people. She pressed her face against his chest, hugged her, buried her head between her neck, rubbing her infinitely lovingly, and each stroke revealed her deep attachment to her.

Wang Zhangzhu didn't know if it was because she had drunk too much wine or if she had been drunk for a long time, but she felt that her heart was extremely soft and she had a thousand sweetness. Perhaps this situation was so beautiful that a faint sadness suddenly emerged in her heart, almost crying.

The quiet sea surface was waving with rippling light under the moonlight. The stars in the sky were plastered on the endless black velvet, like diamonds. She leaned against him, and he hugged her. They kissed gently, warm and sweet, like the most beautiful shadow of love in the world.

With such beautiful scenery, the final result is naturally to roll onto the bed.

Wang Zhangzhu was finally carried back to the villa by Chu Huandong and fell to the bed. She met Chu Huandong's deep eyes, and there was a cluster of burning flames in his eyes, dangerous and fanatical.

She wanted to turn a blind eye to his emotions, but how could Chu Huandong easily miss this great opportunity? The warm quilt was filled with the smell of bark beads, the fragrance was faint, overwhelming, and it was still the fragrance on her body...

He felt thirsty and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Zhangzhu, I'm not a monk."

Over the years, he has only one woman. Ding Lingyue always finds his behavior incredible. Any man knows that desire and desire are like drugs. Once he touches it, it is usually difficult to quit. But Ding Lingyue doesn't know that as long as a man really loves a woman, other women will be useless in front of him.

Chu Huandong can ignore the tens of billions of women in the world, and the only way is to resist a Wang Zhangzhu.

She was in his arms at this time, warm and soft, how could he resist this temptation? His lips fell down on her fair forehead, eyes, nose, lips... light and hot. It was late at night, and he gave birth to a little bit of slut, rubbing against her skin with a little rough and hard feeling.

Wang Zhanzhu, who has been carrying shackles and thoughts for so many days, was too tired. Once she fell into the embrace of such longing, she couldn't help but feel greedy. Her eyes were still resisting and resisting, but her body would not lie. She was longing for him, and her body could not help but leaned into Chu Huandong's arms like control, losing the strength to break free.

Chu Huandong's kiss began to deepen, and his hands were gradually down along Wang Zhanzhu's collar, sliding down from his neck to his chest, little by little... Wherever his fingertips went, it seemed as if he was bending over there with a scorching airflow... So hot, so hot...

In a trance, Wang Zhangzhu didn't know whether this moment of love was coming from those beautiful times that had passed, or the fusion of body and mind in front of her; was she so confused, because she drank too much wine at night, or the handsome and charming man, arms, and embrace in front of her?

Chu Huandong's movements became furious and anxious. Every kiss and touch were as if he wanted to engrave a mark in her soul. She could not bear it, but she could not escape. He called her name with pity and tenderness in her ears, and he teased her desires and desires in her body.

Her body seemed to be hit by the cup, and she couldn't help but reach out and hug his waistline, retreating step by step from step to involuntarily approaching her with her step by step. His excessive greed and close bond made her sobb in pain, but then she was blocked and swallowed by him and turned into a vague hum.
Chapter completed!