Pushing Every Limit

The new book "You Got It in My Hands", you can read the column Venomous and arrogant CEO × stubborn and cold female host Super easy to coax little wolf dog × Yaju will repay the black lotus Reunion after a long separation/Reunion after a long absence/Provoking each other/Running in both directions

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Trial reading of "Being Wild in Marriage" She felt a chill in her stomach, goosebumps appeared on her arms, and quickly let go of his hand. In terms of comparison, she has never been his match. There was no trace of shame or resentment on Wen Muqian's face after being rejected by her. He still maintained his usual gentleness. He stretched out his hand to open the passenger door for her and placed his other hand on the top of the car. "Be careful, don't hit your head." A burst of floral fragrance rushed towards you, and a bouquet of delicate and bright pink roses was placed in the passenger seat. The excellent flower arrangement technology enhanced its pleasing effect. Yi Fan was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes to look at him, and thought to himself that he was really good at pretending. She moved the roses to the back seat of the car with a dull expression, "Thank you, but the flower I hate most is roses, especially pink ones." Wen Muqian was very calm. He even smiled and asked her, "When did it start?" The woman sat in the car, raised her chin in a haughty arc, and said without even looking at him, "Just now." "Well, okay." He only said this sentence. It wasn't like Yi Fan couldn't irritate him once or twice. He had already developed a strong psychology of tolerance. He thought that the future was long and there would be plenty of time for him to cry. The sun was dazzling, so she turned her face slightly to avoid the beam, and couldn't help but peek at the lovely appearance of the bouquet of flowers in the rearview mirror. It's such a pity that because of him, she put a filter of disgust on something she loved. Thinking of this, she decisively looked away based on the principle that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. As soon as Wen Muqian sat in the car, his breath seemed to fill the car, leaving her with nowhere to escape. It smelled of a very pure fragrance, but because it was wrapped with his body temperature, it fell from a high-grade fragrance to a low-grade fragrance in her heart. Twenty minutes after the car drove, she planned to remain silent the whole way, but she accidentally noticed that the route outside the window was very irregular, and her sleepy eyes suddenly sobered up. Out of convenience, she often used Bac Ninh City as a comparison template when constructing the novel map, so she was familiar with the city's major and minor routes. This road now is not the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau. She gave him a look and said, "I don't have time to play with you. If you don't want to get a permit, just stop the car." Wen Muqian calmly explained: "I will first visit my mother-in-law and get her consent before I dare to marry you." The air was quiet for about ten seconds. Yi Fan: "No need, she can't hear it even if you say it." "This is basic etiquette." "I said no." She emphasized her tone slightly. She didn't want her mother to bother coming up to meet someone she was planning to throw away just for fun. However, just around the corner is the gate of the cemetery. Wen Muqian parked the car and unbuckled his seat belt. He seemed very patient and asked, "Are you going?" Yi Fan stared at his unpretentious face, thought of something, opened the door and got out of the car silently. Dressed in black, she matches the cemetery very well. Wen Muqian rushed to her in a hurry and took her hand, "I don't like being alone." She turned her head and looked at him with a very uncomprehending look, as if to say: I don't care if you like it or not? His hands looked weak, but they were actually very strong. Yi Fan saw that there were 100 meters of stairs in front of him, so he could feel proud for a while. There were other citizens around who came to visit their deceased relatives and friends, and everyone was wearing flat shoes. In order to show off her momentum today, Yi Fan specially picked a pair of 12-centimeter high heels, which stretched her height from 1.68 Meters to 1.8 Meters. The side effect was: walking was very tiring. Not to mention the steps. So, she had a very legitimate reason to let him be a human sedan chair. When she reached the steps, she pointed to a worker who was cleaning the steps with a water pipe and said, "See that worker? My mother's tomb is right next to him. I have to walk up so many steps and I can't walk." After the man heard this, the smile on his lips curled up deeply. He lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear: "Mrs. Wen, if you want me to carry you, you don't have to make excuses, just say it." Listen, listen to what disgusting lines this is! Yi Fan endured the discomfort and forced a smile, "Then do you carry it or not?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, "I dare not not recite it." The next second, he squatted down in front of her, but she still didn't lie down. He turned back and stared into her eyes: "You want me to stick to you?" The word "post" made an imaginative person like Yi Fan think about it. As soon as the yellow waste appeared in her mind, she was immediately suppressed by a "bah bah bah" in her mind. She put all her weight on the man's back out of revenge. I don't know if there is too much waste in my mind, but at this moment, I have physical contact with him through the cloth, and there is a subtle feeling in my heart that is difficult to describe. It seems that I heard the pounding sound of my heart. It's simply baffling. She tried not to think about these things, brought her thoughts back on track, and was ready to enjoy his panting and overwhelmed look. As she walked, her smile disappeared. Next to them was a couple who were sitting down to rest. After seeing them, the woman glanced at her husband and muttered: "Look at how they behave as husbands, and then look at yourself! I will tell my mother-in-law later that you abused me!" Her husband was helpless and smart enough not to talk back to his wife, but turned his head and glared at Wen Muqian. Yi Fan did not experience any pleasure in this white look. Instead, he felt unworthy of being a wedding dress for others. It makes no sense, it actually made his image bigger and bigger. "I want to go down." She twisted her waist. Wen Muqian relaxed a little, stabilized himself in time, looked back from the corner of his eye, and said to her: "There is no need to be so anxious to send me to see my mother-in-law." Yi Fan looked back, and the high gap aroused a feeling of fear in her heart. She said: "With me as your back, what are you afraid of? I might die." "What's the point of living if you're dead?" His voice was soft and slow, like a breeze, with a bookish air that was neither hasty nor impatient. An ordinary sentence came out of his mouth, as if he was reciting poetry. Yi Fan was stunned, very upset. She couldn't tease him, and she couldn't talk to him. Yet again, he blocked her with just one word. Yi Fan bent down to wipe the photo on the tombstone, and the woman's gentle smile appeared clearly before his eyes. She didn't say anything. After doing this, she took a step back. She heard Wen Muqian introduce himself to her mother, and heard his hypocritical assurance. Whenever he said a word, she looked at the sky and said silently in her heart: Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw, he and I are just playing, and we will bring the right man to meet him in the future! Maybe she was so distracted by her thoughts that she didn't notice the things around her. She accidentally walked into the area where the workers were spraying water, and she was caught off guard and the lower half of her skirt was soaked. Seeing the worker's simple face full of apology, Yi Fan didn't care. Ten minutes later, I returned to the car. When Wen Muqian took out a brand new outfit of white shirt and trousers, her eyes were extremely cold. Wen Muqian laughed, "Why do you look like I'm plotting against you?" Yi Fan lowered his eyes and thought. He had never talked to the worker at all. She got wet because she was careless. "Then how do you explain that there is this suit of clothes in the car?" Wen Muqian's expression was very natural, "Well, because I thought it would look good on you, I bought it and put it in the car." She was speechless again. An hour later, the Civil Affairs Bureau. The staff looked at the handsome men and beauties in the camera. While they were amazed by their good looks, they also felt a bit regretful - the women's expressions were too stiff, and they didn't feel like they were here to get married, but more like they were here to play. "Ma'am, please look more natural, smile a little, and move closer to the man." Yi Fan didn't deliberately show a cold face because she didn't want to harm the staff in order to torture Wen Muqian, which would make her look dishonorable. Being so stiff now is completely revealing his true feelings. She twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, pretending to be smiling. The photographer was still dissatisfied and spoke with difficulty: "Madam, think of something happy, for example, the sweetest thing for you two." Yi Fan's expression became even colder. At this time, the man lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips. The subtle soft touch was like electricity, instantly flowing through Ivan's limbs and bones. Her whole body was numb, staring at the jade-like handsome face in front of her, unknowingly sinking into his eyes as deep as the sea, forgetting to make any reaction. In the camera, although the woman's expression is a bit stiff, it is not lifeless and numb, but a kind of astonishment between shyness and shock. Her fair cheeks have just the right amount of blush, and she has the feeling of seeing a young lady getting on a sedan chair. "Good! Very good! Just keep it like this!"

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She and Grandma He ran in both directions hahahahahahahahahaha

"Bodyguard" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ Explosive