Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 482 Do you look at the abdominal muscles? Dear

As soon as the man's restraint disappeared, Song Yaoyao jumped into his arms, shook his head quickly, and said dullly, "No."

"Huh?" Huo Yunque stroked her soft hair without a moment, "What is that?"

Song Yao's lips were pressed, and boldly wrapped around the man's neck, he leaned in slightly.

Lie on his ears and said timidly: "There is no good-looking brother..."

"Ah……"

As soon as the voice fell, a mute and magnetic laugh overflowed.

Su and flirting again.

Shallow ripples rippled in the man's long and narrow eyes. He lowered his voice and asked, "Really?"

Song Yao nodded his head madly.

"Then it depends on him or mine?"

Song Yaoyao's throat dried all of a sudden, and her whole body seemed to be burned by flames. Her cheeks were dripping with blood, "Look at brother's--"

"I won't come anymore, eh?"

"No, not coming!"

Only this time, she was caught upright, or she took the initiative to send it to the door.

Next time, Song Yaoyao doubted whether she could keep a whole body.

Such a brother is really scary!

Suddenly, Song Yaoyao said "Yeah" and quickly grabbed the man's shirt, "Brother, what are you doing..."

She is surrounded by her little brother, so she is very shameless.

"Go home," he paused after speaking, and added, "show you the abs--"

Huo Yunque did not squint and walked quickly into the elevator holding Song Yaoyao.

His temperament is cold and abstinent, and he is full of nobility. As everyone knows, the more he speaks in such a serious manner, the more heartbeat he makes people's heartbeat—

Song Yaoya opened her mouth and was frightened.

"brother……"

...

When the man's collar was slightly open and his lower body came out of the bathroom wearing only loose trousers, Song Yaoyao knew.

Huo Yunquehe--

It's not joking.

A piece of the soft bed sank, and Song Yaoya shrank in the quilt, only showing two big misty eyes. Since returning, the temperature on her face has not dropped.

But now, seeing the scene before him, Qi and blood surged up, and Song Yao hurriedly covered his nose.

No, she wants a nosebleed!

The man's shirt is made of white silk, with a sheen like running water under the light. This is the first time Song Yaoyao has seen such a beautiful and confusing look of a man so intuitively and at close range.

Strong eight-pack abs, every inch of skin contains vigorous strength.

It is definitely not comparable to the embroidered pillows in those clubs.

His skin is not flawless, on the contrary, there are many scars on it. Some are already faint, and there are new injuries that appear pink.

But this not only did not affect his stunning beauty, on the contrary, it made people see that there was an urge to rush on!

Too tempting!

The best in the world!

Song Yaoya licked her lips and muttered dreamily: "Brother——"

She was timid and could only say that Song Yaoyao was a typical ideological giant and a dwarf in action.

She really wanted to work hard, but she was confused.

"Scared?"

Huo Yunque leaned over, her slightly cool lips falling on her thick and slightly curled eyelashes, causing a shudder.

Song Yaoya shrank back, such Huo Yunque made her a little scared.

At the same time, the heartbeat is also speeding up.

She suspected that she had a mouth, and she was afraid that she would jump out of it.

"I'm afraid now, what should I do in the future, eh?"

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Song Yaoya blushed, and she grunted dullly, "I..."

Before the words fell, a piece of hot suddenly stuck to the palm of the palm!

(End of this chapter)