tripped away her woolen skirt, pulling it down to her waist. With anger fueling his touch, he caressed her recklessly: "Mrs. Huo, how many faces do you really have"Today she asked him out for coffee,...nodded to her, then raised a cocktail glass and began socializing with the ladies.She thought it was quite pleasant.After her divorce, she had two children to care for, so it was rare to have such a r...
Chapter 939: A Year, If Huo Jiao Left, Her Son Would Give He