Matthew Grant lowered his eyes, looked at the smiling expression on his wife’s face, brought her into his arms, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, “Is your wife jealous?”
“I’m not! Who wants to be jealous of you, boring!” Blanca Roach puffed out her head, broke away from Matthew Grant’s arms, and walked forward on her own.
What is she jealous of? What is there to eat? Anyway, Matthew Grant attracts a lot of flowers everywhere he goes.
Blanca Roach while thinking, while getting angry, remembering the previous Yvonne that look, she was angry, obviously sweet girl persona, how so blatantly to her husband to put on that charming look.
Oh, what a persona, it’s all fake!
Blanca Roach puffed and gathered her things and decided not to talk to Matthew Grant for ten minutes.
The first thing that happened was that Matthew Grant came up to Blanca Roach and grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.
Blanca Roach tried hard to break free but couldn’t. She became angry and said, “Matthew Grant, what are you doing?
“I won’t let go until you admit you’re jealous.” Matthew Grant’s eyes flashed slightly and looked at Blanca Roach with a good-natured expression of what you can do about it.
Blanca Roach is angry, many people come and go around, they are in the small shed, back to the outside, others can not see, but if someone comes in to see this scene, where can she put this face?
After thinking for a while, Blanca Roach gritted her teeth and said, “Okay, I admit it, I’m jealous, can you let go now?”
Matthew Grant was still not satisfied and tapped his finger on his lips, “Let’s see how you do.”
He lifted his chin slightly and just waited, not in a hurry.
Blanca Roach was already angry, how can not get down this mouth, at this time, not far from a burst of footsteps, can not help but make her heart tight.
It’s just a kiss, it’s not like she’s never kissed before.
Blanca Roach looked angrily at the thin lips, stood on tiptoe and kissed them with a puff of anger.
When she was about to move her lips away, the back of her head was grabbed by Matthew Grant, and the two lips were firmly pressed together.
Blanca Roach’s pupils tightened abruptly as her lips were easily pried apart by Matthew Grant, deepening the kiss.
The smell of Matthew Grant’s body lingered on the tip of her nose, and between her lips and teeth, Blanca Roach’s body gradually relaxed and slowly closed her eyes.
“Wait for me, I’m going to get something.”
Blanca Roach woke up with a start and pushed Matthew Grant away.
The staff came in just in time to see Matthew Grant holding Blanca Roach’s face, with his other hand on her waist.
Blanca Roach was in a panic, her hand still on Matthew Grant’s chest.
The staff member froze in place, with one foot outstretched, not knowing whether to move in or out.
Matthew Grant glanced at him, his dark eyes glowing with warning, “Something wrong?”
He scratched his head, embarrassed, “President Grant, I just came to find something, no, no, no, I’m not looking, you guys go on, go on.”
The staff laughed sarcastically, and then scrambled away.
“It’s not what you think …” Blanca Roach’s words had not yet fallen, people have disappeared, and even thoughtfully closed the curtain of the small shed.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen this.
Blanca Roach tilted her head, cheeks flushed, waved her small fist and hammered Matthew Grant a few times, “It’s all your fault!”