National School Prince Is A Girl

“Is there a nanny?” As a female president who is very good at dealing with corporate affairs, she always has extra patience in the face of her lover, and is not as cold as rumors, but her temperament is still there. When the face comes, the figure looks good.

Mr. Bo’s hand did not move away. He seemed to know that she was uncomfortable, and she was still stunned by her white neck: “The nanny is not good.”

No accident, the back trembled: "I will cook some porridge for you."

"Now don't want to drink porridge..." It is probably too obvious, because his slender fingers have been placed on her suit button, with a smile, and the voice is a bit heavy: "Nine is not here today."

I can't resist the temptation.

Even someone who said that family would not be as simple as he seems.

But still can't resist it.

And he is like a little milk dog in front of her, always based on her comfort.

Only in this kind of thing will the side of strength be revealed.

Realizing that he was picked up on the detachment, the temperature in the room was already high, and everything seemed to be inexpressible.

Only the heartbeat that undulates in the ear.

And the feeling that she can no longer control.

I didn't even have time to ask where he went today.

It was brought into the lingering by his whole person.

Probably two people are not in love by falling in love.

So even now it is.

She still can't open it sometimes.

But this one is smaller than her, but she is not allowed to let go.

I always tried my best to keep her calm.

The sound of the button falling on the ground was very loud.

This always makes people feel ashamed.

When the sensation of numbness came, I felt that the person was mature.

How could it be a small milk dog?

It was probably the first time I met, and the impression was too deep.

She took him home.

She was raised at home.

It seems that it has become her belongings.

From recognizing marriage, but for three days.

She has never asked him if he is willing or not.

Now that my daughter is four and a half years old, it seems that it is not appropriate to ask such a question again.

But why is this person younger and younger?

Instead, she is already three years older than him, and she will be old.

I don't know why, he seems to see no.

Is it because the needs of young people are relatively large?

When I think of it, my thoughts will inevitably rise.

He was dissatisfied with her unconcerned, leaned down and bite into her collarbone: "Mr. Thin, is the temptation outside too big, so that you don't even concentrate on going home?"

Shouldn't this be that she asked him?

He is still studying.

How hot the school girls are in the university, and the last time she drove to pick him up, they all looked at it.

Those people don't seem to mind that he still has her family nine on her head.

Men who have children are more attractive.

Others say that he is unlikely to have children at this age.

He really does not seem to be a father.

She still remembers that she was sitting on the ladder of the university and looked at her with the same expression. I saw the face of me, as if she had put their pigeons, it was a big evil villain.

Eighty percent of the nine characters are genetic.

She also knows that the girls in the university, when she saw her picking him up, thought she was his sister.

But at this point, she never told him that it was.

After all, young graduate students are more flattering.

It’s just that he seems to be very busy lately...

Looking at the face that was obviously out of the state, Mr. Bo doubled, and the strength of his hand was obviously heavy.

She also wants to struggle: "Don't, clothes..."

"There are still many homes in this suit."

The breath is really hot and dry.

The snow outside is still down.

In the dark, only the body temperature of each other is constantly rising.

She was covered in a thin layer of sweat by his tossed body.

He pulled her long hair away from her face, letting her hands wrap around his neck, deep in the night like the outside.

Honestly, his wife, when can I stop thinking about age.

He is smaller than her and not what he wants.

In her eyes, he seems to always grow up.

After a low laugh, Mr. Bo swayed the beautiful woman who was too tired and resumed his image of the little milk dog.

The weather outside was not clear until the next day.

When the sun is shining.

Everything looks vibrant.

The European courtyard is always beautifully trimmed.

There will be lawns and trees, and there are white fences around them.

On one side of the wall, green plants climbed together with the sun, and the shattered silhouette emerged.

Qin Mo reached out to stop, but still felt glaring, which made him subconsciously squat.

Unexpectedly, it was a white and tender little sleeping face.

When a little tiger is asleep, it is like a little angel.

The eyelashes are very dark and long, and the roots are clearly defined. When they are hit, they can even fall on the face, and the cheeks are fleshy.

The mouth was slightly open, licking his thumb, moving, and the skin was very.

Not only that, but one of her hands is still on her waist, and one is protecting his posture.

Qin Mo took a deep breath.

This little tiger thinks she is taller than herself, so I use this kind of posture to hold him?

After the expression was light, I wanted to get out of bed with two small blankets.

Just as the finger just moved, she heard her cry: "Indifference."

She did not wake up, and the indifference was also inadvertently called out.

Maybe it is something that dreams.

But the tiger's sizzling little milk sound still makes Qin Mo have a soft heart that should not be.

Instead of calling someone up, he reached out and placed it on her forehead.

The two people were close to each other.

This can be met by raising your hand.

As a Qin desert, he has not been so close to his peers.

After trying the other's temperature, I turned my face again.

I didn't know how to sleep in this position last night.

In any case, this little tiger cannot be known.

It is also pity for our young master Qin.

Before you know a little tiger.

Master Qin never knew what black history is.

But now, when I think about each other's height difference, I think that he was picked up by a little tiger from the bathtub yesterday, and I thought that I was seen by the other party as a girl.

Qin Mo could not help but squinted his eyes. When he got up, he felt that his throat was a little uncomfortable. He loosened the neckline of his pajamas and planned to wash it.

Just before he stepped on the pace, the sound behind him rang. The man was still not awake, and the voice was still milky and fuzzy: "Indifferent, how do you wake up, are you going to pee?" Also want to go, we are together."