Chapter 1734 Newly Married 1

Even if he is no longer a top agent, it doesn't matter.

Even if you no longer have the ability to protect yourself.

Just have him.

He will be her protector.

Bai Ye said, "There is a more realistic question. Xiao Qiao is dead and she refuses to change her appearance. How do you want her to return to the public's eyes and live with a mask every day?"

"I will seriously consider this matter." Wesley said that he would definitely find a suitable solution. He thought for a while and said, "Thank you."

"Let's let bygones be bygones?"

"Impossible!" Wesley said calmly, "This is my job."

white night,"……"

Isn’t the life-saving grace repaid by a spring of water?

Wesley slowly walked back to the small villa. He thought a lot along the way, and his heart was particularly heavy. Bai Ye's words kept swirling in his ears, and he paid special attention to everything.

With this thought in mind, I slowly walked to the door of the small villa.

At the entrance of the small villa, white scented candles were lit on the periphery, and all the lights were turned off. There was no sea breeze tonight, only the slow evening breeze, which blew the shell wind chimes on the second floor. The gentle music made people feel happy. And it gives people a romantic flutter. Wesley looked up and raised his eyebrows slightly. When did Xiao Qiao become so leisurely?

In fact, she is a very romantic person.

People who love life are generally very romantic. But Xiao Qiao is not romantic about love. She is romantic about life. This is the ultimate and longest-lasting romance. She can lie in the snow all night just to watch the tender scene of animals breastfeeding. She can wait patiently in the cold winter to see the Northern Lights, or she can walk slowly to find passion in the desert.

She is a very romantic person about life and very straightforward about feelings.

Wesley strolled up to the second floor. It was already evening, and the island had relatively long sunshine. After the sun set, there was still a faint afterglow, which brought a touch of warmth in the dark sky.

The whole sky looked extraordinarily bright.

As soon as I went upstairs, I saw Xiao Qiao on the balcony. She was wearing a long white dress, her slender and beautiful figure was looming, and she was swaying on a pair of crystal high heels. A row of shell wind chimes were gently floating in the sea breeze. She moved the small dining table in the restaurant to the balcony and covered it with a white tablecloth. In the middle of the table was a bouquet of camellias picked in the mountains behind. The pink camellias, with a wisp of fragrance, floated into the tip of her nose along with the sea breeze. There were cups and plates on the table, with half a glass of champagne in them, and exquisitely cooked lobsters on the plates, which looked delicious and delicious.

Xiao Qiao, wearing a long white dress, stood at the dining table, smiling and surrounded by flowers.

The afterglow of the sunset faded, and the stars leaped into the sky. With her eyes closed, the stars in the sky were even brighter. It was the brightest smile he had ever seen. At that moment, Wesley heard the sound of his own heartbeat.

We have known each other for so long, experienced so many things, and done so many intimate things. I still feel happy when I think of her, and I still feel particularly moved when I see her...

This is love.

A love that makes people hate and hate each other.

Wesley smiled slightly, and the two looked at each other, their eyes entangled in mid-air. He saw his goddess Venus, stretching out a gentle hand to him, and Wesley held her hand.

All my life, I have recognized these hands.

Growing old together.

"My beauty, this is the candlelight dinner I have carefully prepared for you." Xiao Qiao looked at him with a smile, her eyes were affectionate and soft, and all the tenderness seemed to have been crushed in her eyes, just hoping that he could smile.

Love is mutual.

No matter how cold-hearted you are, you will still reciprocate politely and hope that the other person will be happy.

Wesley held her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it.

"good."

Xiao Qiao pretended to be a lady and was quite successful. She was as tall as jade and had an affectionate smile. She looked like a passionate girl. Wesley's heart was beating hard. Xiao Qiao pulled him to sit down and said, "Try it, mine." The craftsmanship is pretty good.”

"good."

Xiao Qiao smiled and said, "Major Beauty, besides good, can you say anything else?"

"You are beautiful!" Wesley said, "Better looking than any woman I have ever seen."

"Of course!"

This is necessary, okay!

The two of them had dinner quietly. The atmosphere was excellent and very romantic. The sound of wind chimes was like an elegant waltz. There was an indescribable attraction between the two of them. Lobster was easy to cook, and even if the cooking skills were poor, it would not be unpalatable. .

It was a rare romantic moment for Xiao Qiao, and Wesley's emotional intelligence was extremely high, so naturally he would not be disappointed. The atmosphere of the meal was very good. Wesley took his mobile phone, played a waltz, walked up to Xiao Qiao, put one hand in front of his lower abdomen, and smiled slightly. Holding down your clothes, you stretched out one hand, bent your waist slightly, and said gracefully, "Miss Qiao, can I ask you to dance?"

Xiao Qiao put her hand in his, "What an honor!"

Wesley exerted a little force and held her waist with one hand, and the two danced gracefully. The gentle and romantic music was a little soft and intoxicating. Xiao Qiao and Wesley both danced very well, as if they made up for the lack of performance at their thank you banquet. Pity. Xiao Qiao, who was wearing a white dress, was like the bride who was wearing a white veil that day. They continued their wedding to this day.

Xiao Qiao took off the ring on Wesley's hand. The platinum wedding ring was simple and plain, with each other's names engraved on the inside. Xiao Qiao put the ring on Wesley's finger.

He was wearing a wedding ring, which she had put on herself.

That day in the church, she failed to put the wedding ring on his hands.

Regret to this day.

"Is today the second half of our wedding?" Xiao Qiao asked.

Wesley nodded, "Yes!"

The second half of the wedding, a happy ending for him and Xiao Qiao.

"What should the priest say next?"

"I, God, bear witness, I declare you husband and wife."

Wesley suddenly held her face and kissed her deeply, giving her a long and affectionate kiss. The sound of wind chimes rippled gently, telling the end of time in the evening breeze.

After a kiss, Xiao Qiao hugged his neck, jumped slightly, and clamped her legs around his waist. Wesley held her leg pits, and Xiao Qiao kissed his lips condescendingly. Wesley pushed her against the wall of the balcony. Xiao Qiao put one hand in Wesley's hair, and her shoulders shrugged slightly. The two kissed silently, and only such ambiguous and entangled sounds could be heard between each other.

Wesley pushed open the balcony door with one hand, carried her into the bedroom, and closed the door with the other hand. Xiao Qiao kicked off her high heels, and Wesley held her and pressed her on the soft bed.

The kiss became more and more hot and passionate, as if no kiss was enough, no intimacy seemed unsatisfactory. Xiao Qiao's eyes were as charming as silk, her black hair was scattered on the quilt, and her bright red lips were kissed brightly and dripping, which was particularly tempting. Her hand gently stroked his face, and Wesley looked at her deeply, his ice-blue eyes gradually deepened.

What happened next was a matter of course.

** came particularly violently, her body unfolded inch by inch in the moonlight, the wound on her chest had not healed completely, like a perfect piece of jade, with cracks.

Wesley kissed her wound gently, carefully, fearing to hurt her.

This was the gunshot wound he gave her.

The wound left after almost killing her.

His pity ignited the most intense fire in Xiao Qiao's heart, burning her mind. She pulled his neck roughly and kissed his lips. Wesley pressed her into the bed.

…

She was like a small boat drifting in a storm, unable to withstand the attack of wind and rain. She kept sinking and falling on the rolling ocean, always unable to step on the bottom. She cried, screamed, and tightly grasped the last driftwood. Her body went from cold to hot, as if it was about to burn. The remaining reason was slow and lazy. She couldn't think of anything and couldn't say anything.

…

Wesley's chest was covered with sweat. Xiao Qiao saw the extreme expression on his face. She couldn't help but reach out to touch his face, but he held her hand. The storm on the ocean was getting more and more crazy. He had no experience and seemed even more rude. The sudden wind and rain made her almost die several times and her soul was scattered.

Xiao Qiao stroked his tense back, and the two hugged each other, enjoying the last afterglow. Xiao Qiao saw his last look, which was an extreme sexiness, leaving the most colorful chapter in her heart.

Xiao Qiao couldn't come back to her senses for a long time. No matter how much she talked about it on paper, it couldn't compare to a real practice, especially with the instructor being so gifted. Xiao Qiao thought she would die at the last moment and couldn't breathe.

The feeling of not being able to catch it was too terrible, which made her thrilling.

Wesley was not much better. His low roar circled in her ears, and his rapid breathing could not calm down in her ears for a long time. Xiao Qiao's hand gently stroked his back.

It took a long time.

The two came back to their senses from this dizzy passion.

Xiao Qiao was like a pool of water, soft on him.

Wesley was afraid of pressing her, so he turned over and held her in his arms, letting her lie on his chest. Finally, he could touch her beloved abdominal muscles openly, and Xiao Qiao was overjoyed.

Listening to his messy heartbeat, she felt particularly happy.

"Are you comfortable?" Wesley asked. He heard her screams and cries. He wanted to be gentle, but he couldn't stop anyway. The more she showed weakness and cried, the more excited he was. He wanted to tear her apart. He wanted to tear her apart and rub her into his bones and blood. He also wanted to eat her like this. It turned out that this kind of thing was so wonderful. No wonder some people used so many wonderful words to describe it.

In his opinion, compared with other people's descriptions, what he experienced was more thrilling. It was a passion he had never experienced before.

"It hurts." Xiao Qiao pouted her bright red lips and acted coquettishly. Wesley's voice was hoarse and sexy. Xiao Qiao acted coquettishly decisively, and he really got his pity. He lifted her long hair and pinned it behind her ears, looking at her gently. This is his wife.

His wife.

A true wife.

They completed everything that was not completed on the wedding day.

It's great.

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Can the small theater be made up later?