Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Feng Sujin was immersed in his own thoughts, not even noticing that Jun Mohan had returned, and looked at her by the door.

Jun Mohan really didn't want to disturb the tranquility at this moment, he just wanted time to freeze, he could always look at her, and she was always beside her.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Sujin was almost ready to cook, and Jun Mohan was a little moved.

In fact, he was not content to look at it this way, and he wanted to be closer to him, only to have a skin relative.

He stepped forward, hugging Feng Sujin from behind, and lowered his head and kissed her neck gently.

As soon as Feng Sujin trembled, she knew it was Jun Mohan.

"Well ... are you ... back?"

Feng Sujin's body shivered, and she almost couldn't hold a spoon.

Jun Mohan closed his eyes and sniffed the fragrance of Feng Sujin. "Well, I'm back, I miss you."

When Jun Mohan even spoke, he said his lips against Feng Sujin's neck.

Feng Sujin had no resistance to Jun Mohan. At this moment, her body was softened and her legs were softened.

"Don't, and soup ..."

Jun Mohan felt the tenderness in his arms, his throat rolled down, his eyes were darkened.

Jun Mohan reached out to shut off the gas, then hugged Feng Sujin and turned her body around.

Jun Mohan pressed hard, hugged Feng Sujin, and lowered his head and kissed deeply.

Qingming's scent surrounded her, she only felt a kind of restlessness in her heart, which was also a deep affection for him.

Jun Mohan's mouth can breathe the breath of his beloved. The swirls in his eyes are getting deeper and the eyes are getting darker.

His tongue pierced her mouth, robbing her of all her breaths, her arms tightened.

"A Jin, my A Jin ..."

Jun Mohan is overbearing in his bones. When he kisses, he must strongly emphasize that she is his.

"Mo Han, oh ... it's going to be cold."

She looked at Jun Mohan's look, and she was really worried that he would ask her once. His staying power was definitely not short. By then, the food would be cold.

She used to cook for a while, and he loved many dishes.

It's a pity to feel cold.

Although Jun Mohan wanted to, but didn't want to waste A Jin's mind, he reluctantly let go of her lips, reached out and gently fumbled her lips, her eyes seemed to be twisted on it, she couldn't move open.

Feng Sujin was stared at with such eyes, and his hands seemed to have magic power, her face blushed, and some lips licked dryly.

As everyone knows, this kind of action is the most fatal temptation for Mr. Jun who loves her.

Jun Mohan's eyes were darker, he said dumbly, "Ajin, I don't let go of you."

Feng Sujin realized what this look meant, hurriedly turned, and ran into the living room while Jun Mohan didn't notice.

"My husband, you can bring the kitchen dishes, and you can adjust the taste of the soup and soup. I'm hungry, waiting for you to eat here."

Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's cunning escape, but reluctantly shook his head and laughed. Forget it, eat first.

Feng Sujin sat at the table, raised her head on her elbow, and looked at her husband.

I felt that when he served meals, he was doing the most common things, raising his hands and giving people the most elegant feeling, making her all drunk.

She could feel her heart throbbing, and her husband was really charming.

Jun Mohan brought the food to the table, and with a look on Shang Sujin's eyes, she felt a soft heart, reached out and touched her hair, "What are you looking for so seriously?"