I just want to be self-reliant

Chapter 399: The Beginning Is Always Wonderful Every Minute

The female high school student was a little suspicious of such a strange reaction from being a mother.

But he didn't dare to ask, he could only observe carefully.

The former flight attendant is familiar with this kind of gossip look, and it is his daughter who is so angry and funny that he came to gossip about him.

Seriously caught her daughter in adolescence education class for one night.

Warn not to taste the forbidden fruit, but also to keep yourself clean.

When she was in the fleet, she often performed this kind of work as a big sister, and the female high school student blushed when she heard it.

So Long Zhiyu met the next day, caught Zhao Dezhu and beat him.

Zhao Dezhu couldn't understand it, but he accepted it with great joy, and even offered to offer his arm with more flesh to avoid the pain.

He was good at licking dogs in his previous life: "This way, it's more comfortable to fight this way."

Long Zhiyu was angry and funny: "What have you taught the child!"

In fact, the movement is as light as tickling.

More like a female monkey scratching lice.

Zhao Dezhu is still experienced, so he whispered: "I... I hugged it!"

The thief's movement made Long Zhiyu suddenly punch him harder, and then he groaned himself.

She herself didn't realize that her tone was a little coquettish.

Zhao Dezhu knew it well and put his arms around his waist.

Not so soft but full of elasticity.

Zhao Dezhu secretly described the toughness like brown sugar in his heart.

Because the fingertips felt stiff at first, and then the abdomen was obviously tightened.

He really couldn't hold back, and laughed out of his nose.

Long Zhiyu was so annoyed that he punched him again, this time it really almost made Zhao Dezhu spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Hit him firmly on the chest and abdomen.

Even speaking, I had to breathe a sigh of relief: "Oh...are you a flight attendant or karate!"

Even his hands were not free, he searched up and down his waist to seek the way.

It is indeed karate.

There is no way to get used to it.

Long Zhiyu's face was red and her ears were red, and she was so uncomfortable crawling with ants all over her body, her fists were clenched tightly, and her voice came out from between her teeth: "No matter how messy... touch, I really hit someone!"

Zhao Dezhu still kept the staged achievements, staying at the waist without retreating, looking around: "I will ask someone to buy a bigger sofa later."

Previously, the office consisted of only one executive desk and two front chairs, and even the massage chair was drawn with a curtain in the corner.

Long Zhiyu immediately fought back: "My office, don't try to mess around!"

Finally suppressed the high temperature dizziness just now.

Zhao Dezhu smiled: "I'll give myself a place to sit. I'll do such small things myself."

Long Zhiyu laughed quickly: "Heh, your butt is so big, you can't fit in these seats."

Once again, I feel bad when I say it.

Sure enough, Zhao Dezhu immediately suppressed a smile on his face.

She was so angry that she pawed hard with her hands, trying to break off the fingers hugging her waist.

Zhao Dezhu's kicking skills may be far inferior to those of the former stewardess, but he is still proficient in small hand-to-hand combat.

Taking advantage of the situation, he changed hands and hugged Long Zhiyu's waist and sat down on the chair in front of the class.

Sure enough, her big butt was being held by two people and the seat was filled to the brim.

Long Zhiyu was frightened and struggled quickly, but Zhao Dezhu hugged her firmly and cheerfully.

The shape of the two is very strange.

Zhao Dezhu is on the thin side, and his clothing is also the style of the fast-handed young people of later generations, such as thin-leg pants and tight shirts.

Long Zhiyu was tall and plump, and her clothes were even more dignified.

Especially today I really put on that little white dress.

There is a reason why you are expensive, a niche designer model, white with no lapel, and the waist is very dignified.

The shoulders are mesh-shaped, revealing a little sexiness.

But what's more interesting is that the stitching of the half sleeves along the armpit is gray, which has a youthful atmosphere of sports style.

Such a style, worn on Long Zhiyu's body, not only reduces age, but also is full of vitality, especially the bottoming shirt on the chest is purple-gray with horizontal folds, and it has a strong sense of feminine maturity.

It feels like it has the charm of a female anchor, but the decoration on the shoulders and sleeves is mixed with playful and sporty elements.

Freshness in mature elegance.

When Zhao Dezhu and Nana were shopping, they liked the style of the model window very much.

It is the most satisfying dress I have chosen this time.

That is, the black cropped trousers lined with the lower part of the white dress is particularly obvious, a little magnifying the curve of the buttocks.

Looking in the mirror at home in the morning, Long Zhiyu liked and disliked her at the same time.

It was Nana who fully recommended the match, so she habitually tied a small silk scarf around her neck.

So when the two of them compared at this moment, she was obviously very immortal, but she was sitting on the lap held by Zhao Dezhu.

No matter what age, still being hugged and sitting like a little girl, it is a bit taboo and exciting.

Naturally, it is necessary to resist meaning.

Zhao Dezhu understands so well: "Okay, okay, I really miss you after walking for so long, let's just sit here and talk about business."

While mumbling what it looked like, Long Zhiyu slowly slowed down and struggled.

But the hands are still clasped formally, just like a flight attendant sitting helplessly on a temporary flap.

It feels like one mouth is Redis's pick-up...

What happened to Zhao Dezhu's success: "May Day, I went to a dinner and met Li Bancheng, and I slapped him at the dinner table, right?"

Long Zhiyu was finally attracted by the celebrity: "Ah, ah, what?"

His expression was a little relaxed from the preparation of the flight into the thunderstorm area.

Zhao Dezhu continued to make big moves: "I told you before that we bought our shares from his son, but this time he bought at least five million shares, which directly stimulated the HK stock market's pursuit of penguins. , The original estimate of eighteen to twenty yuan for us seems to have been eighty-two yesterday, and our family's wealth is just..."

He still had to do the math, and put his finger on the thigh of Long Zhiyu's tight black trousers to make a calculation: "2.4 million shares, multiplied by eighty-two..."

Thanks to the huge number, Long Zhiyu even forgot to knock off his hand, and even helped him recite the ninety-nine form: "Two eighty-six..."

Zhao Dezhu interrupted: "Nana is sixteen."

Long Zhiyu? Unknowingly, I draw numbers on my thigh with my hand, trying to record that.

Her face was originally the most typical oval face, round but not fat, with well-defined nose and lips, and meticulous standard makeup.

The relaxed and ignorant eyes were full of girlishness.

Zhao Dezhu was so fascinated by it, he forgot to count the billions of dollars of wealth, and gently raised his hand around his waist to touch the coiled bun: "Let's do a short hairstyle today, it must be beautiful."

Long Zhiyu, who was tense for a moment, relaxed for a moment, because when she looked back and saw Zhao Dezhu's young face, the slightly messy beard was indeed for her.

But the passion of desire could not be seen in his eyes, only gentle nostalgia.

Not even a full beard and a slashed hairdo look aggressive.

Even the smile on the corner of the mouth is clean and sunny.

Yes, sunshine.

Long Zhiyu has always been denying, blocking the kind of clarity.

The word suddenly popped up in her mind.

These days seem to illuminate the sunshine in her heart, where is the palm and what can stop it?

It's not handsome if you look closely, the face is a bit shoehorn, the chin is a bit long, the skinny and skinny style of typical Cantonese people drinking tea and soup.

But it was this grin and chuckle that made her take off her guard in an instant.

But he didn't even know how to put his expression on, he felt at a loss like a girl in love for the first time: "Do you like short hair?"

I never thought about letting go of long hair to show charm.

Instead, Zhao Dezhu stretched out his hand to help her untie the purple patterned silk scarf around her neck: "I hope you like it, change to a completely new hairstyle, and change your mood."

Although there was no skin-to-skin contact, Long Zhiyu was able to accept such an intimate movement. When the silky slip faded away, she even raised her neck to cooperate: "Is this inappropriate?"

The low voice is actually a bit magnetic.

Zhao Dezhu shook his head with a smile: "No, but from the first time I saw you in class, except for the time at your house and on the hospital bed, you would wear a silk scarf whenever you put on formal clothes. I think the little girl in my heart Don't wear it."

Long Zhiyu's eyes widened vigorously, and there was a very subtle grimace that made a sudden stop halfway, like hell, and finally found the rhythm she was familiar with: "At a time like this, you can say all kinds of nonsense!"

Zhao Dezhu still shook his head: "Do you know why I laughed when I met you just now?"

Before Long Zhiyu could ask, he said it himself: "When you get nervous, I seem to see turning left and right in front of the mirror for the sake of a little girl with a dissatisfied waist..."

Before Long Zhiyu's expression changed, she hurriedly finished speaking: "I really like the way you look in front of the mirror."

Long Zhiyu frowned, "It's not my waistline, my waistline has always been well controlled, it's my hips..."

After speaking, his eyes drifted away, and he quickly glanced at Zhao Dezhu. Isn't this a disguised admission that he was pleasing himself in front of the mirror?

Her ears turned red, and her voice lowered: "You...you really can talk to make me happy."

Still admitted that he was happy.

Zhao Dezhu didn't take the opportunity to take any action, although at the moment he was probably sure: "We are all adults, I know that I have many shortcomings, and I didn't check them before, and I will change them in the future, but you can do whatever you want, I only want you happy."

Long Zhiyu was weak even with contemptuous words: "At this...at this time, of course you are all talking good things..."

Instead, Zhao Dezhu leaned on the back of the chair, like a boss who got his secretary: "Well, every minute is always wonderful at the beginning, what the hell are those songwriters saying, sister, I want to talk to you It’s just beginning like this all my life.”

Long Zhiyu almost hummed along, her body was completely limp, she bit her lips, turned around and pressed her elbows on Zhao Dezhu's shoulders, and quickly kissed his mouth, wanting to bounce it away.

But Zhao Dezhu just hugged her shoulders slightly, and his lips were not willing to leave.

Thoughtful words also became vague: "Don't... say such things, it's very frivolous..."

Well, this was precisely her first criticism of Zhao Dezhu.

No matter what time it is, she still can't change this habit of being a good teacher.

Zhao Dezhu could only accept the kiss steadfastly.

Today's fruit list:

sm01314

Phantom 777

short

Second-class citizens

One blow

Longitudinal water