Ex-Husband Wants To Marry Again - Chap 409
Qiao Yuancheng walked towards him, and stepped in front of him with long legs.
　　Cheng Yan was half a head lower than him, even if he straightened his back, he still felt that he lacked momentum.
　　”Cheng Yan, you are still the same. All emotions are shown on your face.”
　　Qiao Yuancheng lowered his head slightly, staring into his eyes.
　　He saw obvious disgust in Cheng Yan’s eyes.
　　This made him feel inexplicably unhappy.
　　”Look at you!”
　　Qiao Yuancheng squeezed Cheng Yan’s chin, and raised his face: “You can’t hide your emotions, how can you be in the entertainment industry?” Cheng Yan waved his hand and said with a
　　sneer : “Of course I’m not as good as Teacher Qiao. I immediately dumped my boyfriend after he became popular with his song. Teacher Qiao is really handy in doing this kind of thing. I blame me for being too young at the time, and I couldn’t see clearly whether it was a human or a dog.” Qiao Yuancheng smiled
　　. He got up: “You are still as eloquent as you are.”
　　He leaned over and said to Cheng Yan’s ear, “Your body is still the same as before, so flirtatious.”
　　Cheng Yan’s pupils dilated, and two groups of angry flames appeared in his eyes.
　　He clenched his fist and punched Qiao Yuancheng.
　　Qiao Yuancheng dodged easily, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.
　　Cheng Yan bumped into his chest, smelled the pheromones on his body, and felt a stomach-churning pain.
　　Disgusting a person, even his smell is disgusting.
　　”Bastard, let me go!”
　　Cheng Yan kept struggling, but it didn’t help.
　　Qiao Yuancheng pressed him against the mirror in the practice room, and his whole body stuck to him.
　　”You said you want me to let you go, but you really want me to touch you.”
　　Qiao Yuancheng tore off his tie and tied Cheng Yan’s hands.
　　”Qiao Yuancheng, you bastard bastard. What are you doing?”
　　Cheng Yan couldn’t break free at all. After Qiao Yuancheng tied him up, he began to take off his pants.
　　Sensing his intentions, Cheng Yan’s scalp tingled, feeling extremely ashamed.
　　”You dare to touch me, I’ll kill you!”
　　Qiao Yuancheng kept moving his hands, “It’s not the first time I’ve touched it, so don’t be so nervous.”
　　Whoever is nervous, I’m angry! Just as Cheng Yan was about to yell, Qiao Yuancheng’s actions made him stop breathing.
　　This bastard actually held onto his place.
　　”I treat you this way, do you like it?”
　　Qiao Yuancheng’s ambiguous voice rang in his ears, making Cheng Yan angry and ashamed, his mind was so chaotic, all senses were hit on that point.
　　How dare a man resist when he is caught in this part.
　　Cheng Yan blushed, and scolded loudly: “Qiao Yuancheng, what’s wrong with you, isn’t it? I’ll give you a dick from thousands of miles away, let me prostitute you. Are you cheap?” Qiao Yuancheng increased the strength of his hand: “Don’t beg for mercy for a while.
　　”
　　Seeing that he was going to mess around in this kind of place, Cheng Yan completely panicked: “Don’t pull me when you are sick, you are shameless and I want shame. Let me go! Get out of here! Ah!” Cheng
　　Yan Yan called out, and Qiao Yuancheng’s hand started to move.
　　The bastard!
　　Cheng Yan was forced to cry from the corners of his eyes by his actions, and his face was flushed red.
　　Qiao Yuancheng easily pushed him into a desperate situation. When he was lost in emotion, the sound of the belt buckle being opened came from behind him.
　　Cheng Yan woke up suddenly, but it was too late.
　　Qiao Yuancheng broke into his world fiercely, like a hungry wolf meeting delicious prey.
　　Cheng Yan didn’t even have a chance to curse, he was hit so badly that his breathing became messy.
　　Looking up inadvertently, he saw his own face in the mirror.
　　It was a bewildered face, Cheng Yan felt extremely ashamed, is this really him?
　　The practice room is very soundproof, and no one knows what the two of them are doing.
　　An hour later, Qiao Yuancheng let go of Cheng Yan.
　　After losing the confinement, Cheng Yan’s legs softened and he fell to the ground.
　　Qiao Yuancheng looked down at him, the heat in his eyes had faded, and he looked as cold as usual.
　　Cheng Yan tried many times to pull up his pants, but he really didn’t have the strength, such a simple movement was very difficult for him.
　　Qiao Yuancheng just opened his trousers, and tidying up his clothes seemed much easier.
　　He put on his clothes, squatted on the ground, and pulled Cheng Yan’s pants.
　　”Get lost! You don’t need to pretend to be kind!”
　　Cheng Yan opened his hand.
　　No need for hypocritical sympathy!
　　Qiao Yuancheng chuckled and pulled his pants hard.
　　Instead of putting it on him, it just ripped it off his leg.
　　Not just his pants, but his panties.
　　Cheng Yan watched him helplessly, picked up his underwear, and put it in his suit pocket.
　　Cheng Yan’s eyes enlarged a little bit, his face full of astonishment.
　　Steal panties!
　　He remembered the inexplicably missing pair of underwear in the KTV private room!
　　Could it be…
　　Cheng Yan stared at Qiao Yuancheng, wishing to kill him with his eyes.
　　The man that night turned out to be Qiao Yuancheng!
　　Chapter 247 Our Baby
　　Sensing Cheng Yan’s murderous gaze, Qiao Yuancheng smiled calmly: “Remember?”
　　”You are a fucking pervert.”
　　Cheng Yan scolded loudly.
　　Qiao Yuancheng actually stole his underwear, isn’t it a pervert?
　　Calling him a pervert is cheap for him, and he should be called a pervert.
　　”I still have the strength to swear, it seems that I didn’t work hard enough just now.”
　　The smile on Qiao Yuancheng’s face sank, and his eyes gradually became sharper.
　　Such an expression made Cheng Yan smell dangerous, he pulled his pants and hid aside, quickly tidying up for himself.
　　If you can’t beat Qiao Yuancheng, if you really annoy him, your ass will suffer again.
　　Cheng Yan found that the current Qiao Yuancheng was more aggressive than before, as if he had accumulated a lot of desire and energy, all of which was poured on him.
　　It stands to reason that Qiao Yuancheng has no shortage of people to vent to, why does it seem like he has been hungry for many years?
