CEO Above, Me Below

When the little thoughts screamed at the flute, the index finger slowly buckled to the trigger, but before he touched it, the pistol was taken away.

Miyau robbed the silver pistol and her eyes glared at her. "When you miss you, it means to give me what it’s like, she’s worth a few dollars, you have to pay for her."

Her brain is broken.

When the whistle counts something, did she ask him for the flute?

""

When Xiao Nian was dismantled by him, he stood there silently.

Her words were deliberately told to Miyao. Although she hated the flute, she had not yet reached the point where she was going to kill her. Only this method can let Miyao dispel the idea of ​​killing.

She did not want Miyao to carry the shadow of killing.

She didn't do anything, she was not willing, she thought about the palace, Ou Dao, "Go to the flute, I don't want to see her again."

On the night of Wang Dian, she really hated the flute.

"Just like you are gone, you really have no interest." Gong Ou hated her, and pulled her hand and went outside.

When Zhong Zhong saw it, he was soft and sitting on the ground, and his face was full of sluggishness.

It’s okay, nothing is fine.

"boom"

Suddenly a gunshot rang in the room.

When Zhong Zhong was scared, he shook, and then he heard the screams of the flute, and his voice was exhausted.

When Xiaoxuan turned his head in a wrong way, he saw that the flute was pressed on the sofa, and a slender leg had a muzzle on it, and blood spattered, causing a **** hole.

Shocking.

When Xiao Nian was shocked, his arm was numb.

"This is the lightest punishment I gave her." Gong Ou held the gun in one hand and held her wrist in one hand. The voice was cloudy and the eyes were covered with a haze of light. "You will not have any objections." I disagree, I really killed her."

His tolerance for the flute has reached its limit.

Without a shot of the flute, his anger is hard to eliminate.

When Xiao Nian regained his sight, he did not dare to go to see the **** scene. The biting teeth bite her lips. She is still the first to see the real guns in the real world.

It turned out to be such a terrible thing.

She swallowed and her face was a little white.

"Hey," Ms. Ou, she said, "Do you think I am heavy?"

It is heavy.

When the flute three times wants to make a man strong, she is not a heavy hand.

When Xiao Nian shook his head, he was surprised to see the eyes of Miyako, and whispered, "I saw the gun for the first time."

"the first time"

Gong Ou stunned for a moment, and suddenly she reacted to her life from an ordinary age, even the real gun has not seen, let alone shot.

I knew that I would not let her see it.

Staying will leave a shadow.

"Yeah." When Xiaonian nodded with a blank face, he did not dare to look at the blood hole on the flute.

Shi Zhong has been crying and rushing to the past, holding on to the whistle of the past, and Qiu Qiujun fainted on the ground.

"Take me a family to go abroad, and I will not allow them to return to China in this life." Feng De, who stood by Gong Ou Zhao said.

Feng De bowed his head in a respectful manner. "Yes, Master, I will do it."

""

When Xiao Nian’s face was white, people were hugged by Gong Ou.

When Zhong Zhong’s crying sounds behind her, “Little Flute, Xiaodi, wake up, don’t scare Dad”

""

When the little thoughts are coveted.

This time, she really has no connection with the family.

Miyau sees her and she can't help but talk to her. "Would you like to find a psychiatrist?"

Many people have seen a psychological shadow for the first time they saw the shot.

When I heard the words, Xiao Nian raised her face and shook her head, revealing a smile. "I am fine. Gong Ou, is there only two of us in the future?"

When the family was sent abroad, Mrs. Gong also left.

No more homes, no more palaces.

They only have two people left, right?

"Well," Miyao stared at her, slammed hard, and her slender hand held her, ten fingers clasped. "There are only two of us left in the future, no one will bother to disturb."

"Then we will be happy every day, are you?"

When Xiao Nian asked.

"of course"

"Then you don't want to shoot in the future, it's good, it's scary." Shi Xiaonian said, the voice is soft.

""

This sentence is the key point.

Gong Ouyi glanced at her and handed the pistol to Feng De, who was on the side. "No shots."

When Xiao Nian smiled and looked at him, he reached for his back. "Miyao, take me home."

"it is good."

Miyao took her up and carried her step by step.

The night was deep and the lights were dim. The figures of the two cast a long shadow on the ground. She squatted on his wide back, feeling the warmth that had never been seen before, and the sense of security that was protected and cherished.

This evening, when I returned to the Imperial Castle, it was already midnight.

In the bedroom, when I was sitting in front of the piano, I stared at the black and white keys on the top of the piano. I pressed the keys one by one on the finger and listened to the retro piano with a pleasant sound.

Always thinking.

She thought about how Miyao played the song at the banquet. The song was beautiful, the sound was so good, and the names of the songs were so good.

When Xiao Nian thought, suddenly a drop of cold water drops on her neck, she was so cold that she narrowed her neck, put her hand down from the piano, and turned her head.

Miyako stood behind her, wearing a silver-gray bathrobe and a loose collar. She showed a solid **** chest, a short hair drenched, and the drops of water fell on a handsome face along the hair. The light fell on him. On the water stains on the face, add temptation.

"What are you doing?"

Miyau stared at her and asked, black squats, long eyelashes.

From the bottom-up perspective of Xiao Nian, Wang Miao’s face is particularly handsome and sexy. She smiles and points to the piano. “I want to learn piano and want to play every moment.”

"On this matter"

"Ok."

"I teach you"

Miyao sat down beside her, grabbed her body from behind, and held her two hands to play on the piano. When she frowned, she couldn’t help but say, "Which is the piano, the bomb not good."

The handle is not good.

"That's so bombarding" Gong Ou slammed openly, grabbing her a thin index finger in one hand and pressing it on the keys.

""

When Xiao Nian’s forehead goes up the next line of black lines.

Is she a god?

Who learns piano with two index finger bombs

But it is very wonderful, Miyao took her on the keys, and there are really intermittent music rings, very pleasant, like changing the time, always sweet, can also be transmitted with notes

"Miyao."

"Ok."

"It's better to make the start-up music of a series of robots, it is very suitable." Shi Xiao Nian was circled in his arms, raised his face and looked at him, his eyes were clear and clear, "How?"

Miyao stared at her eyes and stopped playing, her eyes staring at her, and her throat rolled up and down.

""

When Xiao Nian’s eyes fell on his prominent throat, he watched a drop of water slipping down his **** chin, crouching down his neck and licking his throat.

She raised her hand and stroked his throat and scraped the transparent drops of water.

Gong Ou's body instantly stiffened, and the larynx rolled up and down. For the next second, he lowered his head and covered her lips and kissed him. He breathed heavily and held her tightly in one hand, venting his feelings.

Well.

When Xiao Nian squinted, this trend is that he wants

Since the Wang Dian incident, he rarely kissed her even kisses, let alone touched her, and she was embarrassed to ask him how he suddenly abstained.

Xiao Nian looked up at his kiss and learned the technique of his kiss. The dexterous tongue painted his lips and his hands wrapped around his neck.

Her initiative immediately made Miyako's body immediately tightened. Miyao covered the piano with one hand and hugged her on the piano. She stood up and leaned down to continue to deepen the kiss.

His breathing has been so overwhelmed, like a person who has been walking in the desert for many years, too eager for water.

The temperature on his lips was hot and hot.

When he was whispering, he kissed him. Suddenly, Miyau’s hand touched her pajamas, but her fingers did not move. The black sputum revealed her deep needs, her lips let her go, and her breath was hot. Sprayed thin on her face, hoarse voice, "can be a little time."

He asked her

When Xiao Nian’s face suddenly became like an apple, he was ashamed and shouted. “When did you learn to respect my opinion?”

"just now"

Gong Ou Dao, a pair of eyes staring deeply at her lips.

"That" when the little thoughts can't be done, I don't know how to answer, half awkwardly, "That sometimes, men are overbearing."

How do you answer this question?

Who is Gong Ou, how can I not understand this kind of words, his black sputum is bright, his head is once again covering her lips, and the big palm is pulling off her pajamas.