Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

Coming out of the room again, Shen Wanqing was exhausted and lay limp in Jing Yanxiu's arms as if his soul had been sucked dry, and was carried into the car.

The girl's face was still flushed, and her lips were even redder and swollen with water.

All the people here are wives, and they can tell what happened at a glance.

They all averted their eyes tacitly.

I sighed in my heart: the second master is really amazing, I have been in it for almost five hours.

Shen Wanqing could tell what they were thinking at a glance.

She rolled her eyes, but in fact, she and the second master were just kissing each other, so they were not so hungry to do things in other people's posthouses.

But a certain person has a satisfied face, his eyebrows and eyes are gentle and elegant, as if he deliberately misunderstood others.

Tsk tsk, it's so childish.

Shen Wanqing didn't explain, and leaned lazily on Jing Yanxiu's chest, being held in his arms.

Jing Wenbin seemed to know that sitting in the back seat would be redundant. After Jing Yanxiu sat in the back seat with Shen Wanqing in his arms, he closed the door, turned around and sat in the front passenger seat.

Adjutant Su was probably out of his mind, and he didn't understand why Jing Wenbin would suddenly sit in front.

Adjutant Su was full of doubts: "Eldest young master, why are you sitting in the front? What happened in the back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the car became suspiciously quiet for a moment.

Jing Wenbin's gentle expression was almost unstoppable, as long as a person with eyes knew what was going on behind him, this guy actually asked him why he was sitting in the front.

It's no wonder that ten years have passed, and Qiushui has not been married yet.

Looking at the curious eyes of Adjutant Su and the interested gaze of someone behind him, Jing Wenbin replied with a gentle smile: "I want to see what the night market in Gusu looks like. Sit in the backseat I can’t look very carefully, the view from the front seat is better.”

"Oh." Adjutant Su nodded suddenly.

After Lieutenant Su figured it out, he started driving.

Shen Wanqing withdrew her gaze and couldn't help but smile when she saw Adjutant Su's naive look.

How come, after ten years, Adjutant Su doesn't seem to have changed?

Suddenly, Shen Wanqing remembered the little girl who was following behind her, and she didn't know what happened to her...

Shen Wanqing's thoughts drifted away, her chin was pinched and she turned her face away.

It took her a while to recover, Shen Wanqing blinked as she looked at the black eyes staring at her with downcast long eyelashes.

She was a little dazed, "What's wrong?"

"Don't look at him." He rubbed her chin with his fingertips, his tone was slightly low, and he seemed a little fierce.

He stared at himself, his low voice sounded a bit displeased, and smelled a strong smell of vinegar.

"Who?"

Shen Wanqing didn't understand, who was she looking at?

The man's slender arms were around her waist, and his chest was pressed against the girl's back.

He put his chin on her shoulder from behind, and the fringe on the shoulder of the man's military uniform was cold and swayed slightly, accidentally touching Shen Wanqing's skin from time to time.

The second master pressed his chin against her, biting the base of her ear lightly with his thin lips, and murmured:

"Adjutant Su."

Shen Wanqing: "..."

"How can I!" She turned back.

The sky outside has gradually turned dark, and the dusk has dissipated, and the inside of the car looks a little dark.

When the girl turned her head, her round eyes were staring, her tea-colored pupils were watery, and she looked a little angry.

The man behind him pinched her chin, leaned over to cover her thin lips unceremoniously, and sucked her back and forth.