One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 1958: Such a terrible brother【19】

Song Song Zai was so shocked that his mind went blank for a long time, a long time.

For a long time, she thought that she was really about to die, and the scene of her first encounter with Gong Qing when she was 8 years old appeared in her mind.

However, the young man who was awkward and cold but clean and noble when he first met, has now become a well-known chief. At this moment, he is standing behind her in a condescending manner, looking down at her embarrassment.

He caused her embarrassment.

Song Song felt dizzy, and his thoughts were drifting. Suddenly, he felt his body being lifted up in the air.

Her eyelids were too heavy to lift, but her nose was filled with the tyrannical aura unique to men. She knew that she was not dead, but was lying in Gong Qing's arms.

Will Gong Qing be so kind? hold her up?

Could it be that... he also remembered the first time we met, the peaceful but peaceful time we met?

Song Song's heart was sour, and an indescribable hope was about to take root.

But, as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she regretted it the next second.

The man took her a few steps and threw her heavily on the marching couch without pity.

Gong Qing is the highest head here, and the room is also an independent villa. Although the layout is simple, it can be seen that the utensils are very luxurious. It is only the drape of the velvet curtains. Song Song is only in the Alexander Club, and those are expensive. I saw it on the evening dress made by the woman.

That's a luxury that the average person doesn't have the power to touch.

An understated luxury!

However, among such luxurious appliances, a marching couch is very abrupt.

It was the same bed used by ordinary soldiers, with a hard board and a thin quilt. It was extremely simple and simple. Just longer and wider, like a double bed.

At this moment, Gong Qing threw Song Song on the couch, Song Song's back was smashed by the hard board, and he couldn't help but let out a slightly painful hiss——

"Um..."

Being hit on the bed board, the already fragile limbs, the pain is even more unbearable.

No matter how strong a woman is, she can't help crying. It's not that she is hypocritical.

Gong Qing glared at her coldly: "You know how to bark, why didn't you bark a few times just now?"

Song Song bit her lip so hard that she didn't dare to scream, otherwise, she wouldn't know what he said more ugly, shame ~ humiliation ~ her.

Gong Qing snorted coldly, and without saying a word, turned her over, put her stomach down, and lay on the edge of the bed.

The marching couch is a bit high. Although Song Song's calf is slender, it is still a few centimeters above the ground, hanging in the air.

Although this posture is a little speechless, it is much better than the pain in the back sticking to the bed just now.

Ass isn't as hot as it gets.

The hard bed was suddenly less unbearable.

Song Song heaved a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, although Gong Qing is rude, he still occasionally finds out with his conscience, right? Just like now, she was scolded by her mouth as a bad woman who likes to be called the window, but in action, she was changed to a less painful position, lying on her stomach.

Perhaps, in Gong Qing's heart, there is still a little bit of love from the past?

He...will cherish her body, even if it's just a little bit, doesn't he?

Unfortunately, this thought only hovered in my mind for less than a second.

The next second, Gong Qing exerted force on her wrist, pulled up one of her legs and placed her on his shoulders.

With the other hand, hold her other leg and push her to the side.

Song Song suddenly had an ominous premonition.

She wanted to struggle, but it was too late.

Song Song only had time to let out a whimpering rejection.

And Gong Qing has not hesitated to attack again...