Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

The light in his eyes jumped violently. Gu Qingqing turned his back to the clothes he changed, a black one-step skirt, black stockings, black high heels, and a white shirt — because the shirt was not of good quality and was a bit thin, and the plain BRA in her was vaguely revealed.

She didn't comb her hair very much and bundled it into a ponytail behind her head. As soon as she moved, her hair swayed from left to right. Obviously it was a very old-fashioned performance, and there was a smell of "cheap" all over his body, but he just couldn't look away.

Men like to wear black silk, and they like women with meticulous buttons. Coquettish and pure, indulgence and restraint are the most vivid and vivid performances in professional clothing. Maybe it was because she didn’t pull up her socks. She bent over and leaned sideways. The black silk stockings set off her long and straight legs. The one-step skirt was tight against her body, closing her slender waist and round buttocks- The curve shows no doubt. Especially when she pulled the stockings sideways, her upper body also showed a curve, and some of the shirt buttons were not buttoned. When she moved, the curve on the top shook slightly in accordance with her movement, making his throat a little dry. The most terrible thing is, why are some of her buttons missing?

Sure enough, Gu Qingqing turned her head, her hands still clasping the buttons hard: "This dress...Is it a bit small, I seem to be unable to button it."

Gu Qingqing is a C-cup. She rarely goes to ordinary inner-clothing stores to buy clothes for no reason... Maybe she wears a smaller one, as well as a shirt. If the upper closing is relatively small, it may not fit on, as in the current situation.

Of course it’s impossible to wear this clothes, but in front of Lengs City, it is simply stunning! His face worked hard to maintain the expressionless appearance, but his eyes had already flown to Gu Qingqing's body. With long arms, he pulled her over and let her sit on her lap.

Gu Qingqing was startled with a "Ah" cry.

"Is the clothes small?" Lengscheng's voice was calm, as if he didn't take the matter seriously. He stretched out his hand in an instant, pretending to help her button the button, put his big hand recklessly on her chest.

"You bought this for me?" Gu Qingqing was still a little surprised. Although the clothes looked-the quality was not very good and didn't fit well, at least he bought it himself!

"You don't like it?" Leng Sicheng was still trying to help her with the buttons with both hands, but his voice was not messy.

"No, it's not." Gu Qingqing shook her head, even if Lengsi City didn't buy it, as long as she bought it for her, she would be very happy.

She paused and said, "Today, why did you let Xu Zijin kneel down for me?"

Lengscheng didn't button the buttons at all, and slowly went down with his big hands to buckle her thin waist.

"It was her uncle who made her kneel, not me."

"But, six years ago... I remember that six years ago, I didn't seem to give you that cup of coffee."

She has always wondered why Lengscheng would help her out at that time. That night, she had no contact with Lengs City at all, if we were familiar with it, it was not very familiar...

But the only thing she remembered was that when everyone stood aside watching her jokes, sneered, despised, or doubted, he was the only one who came out to testify for her.

Leng Sicheng lowered his head slightly, and said in a light tone: "How can I remember such a long time."