President Ba’s Little Rose

Shen Xizhi stayed at Qiao Zong's house for a day and a night.

At night they sleep in Qiao Zong's room. Qiao Zong's room is on the second floor, and he is the only one living on the entire second floor.

She went to the bathroom to take a shower, and Qiao Zong looked at the documents in the study.

When he came out, the man was already sitting on the sofa in the room, still wearing his youthful clothes, with a folder on his lap, reading carefully.

There are two cups of tea on the sofa money table, still steaming out.

Shen Xizhi wrapped her bathrobe tightly, and she flicked past Qiao Zong and walked to the bed. Her hair was a little wet with water, and the tips of her hair were a little wet, and she was wiping with a towel.

The layout of the rooms is simple, the furnishings are very organized, or not very popular.

The window was ajar, and the screens on the bay window turned over, occasionally a cool night breeze came in. The bath towel was just enough to wrap the girl's upper body, her two slender straight legs were exposed outside, and she was a little bit cold by the wind.

Shen Xizhi walked to the window while wiping her hair. She stood on tiptoe to close the window.

The girl only wore a pair of oversized slippers. When she stood on her tiptoe, Yuxue's lovely toes would turn pink. She leaned to close the window, her beautiful calf muscles would tighten.

Qiao Zong's eyes fell on the girl's ankle, faintly.

Shen Xizhi closed the window, and was about to turn around to go back, but just as he turned around, he hit a group of "flesh walls".

She raised her eyes in surprise.

I don't know when, Qiao Zong has quietly walked behind her. Shen Xizhi asked: "Aren't you looking at the file?" She remembered Qiao Zong was still looking at the file just now.

"I can't go in." Qiao Zong said, "Xi Zhi, you have been dangling in front of my eyes, where can I see the files?" He asked confidently.

It seemed that it was not his fault that he could not enter the file, but that Shen Xizhi was deliberately disturbing his mind.

After being dumped by him, Shen Xizhi only thought he was unreasonable. She frowned and retorted, "I don't have one."

Qiao Zong's knee touched her knee.

Shen Xizhi wanted to step back subconsciously, but behind the bay window, she couldn't avoid it. Can only look up at him: "What do you want to do?"

"It smells good." Qiao Zong rolled up a strand of her long hair, lowered her head and sniffed, and whispered: "My Zhizhi is so fragrant, how can I care about anything else?"

Shen Xizhi felt that he was a lot like the languid disciples in ancient times, or the licentious and innocent monarch.

She reminded: "Qiao Zong, you haven't finished reading the files." There are still a stack of files on the little table, which are probably all Qiao Zong will look at tonight.

A man his age is naturally different from her. Shen Xizhi knew well that Qiao Zong was not that kind of stubborn second-generation ancestor. He has his own business, love and love cannot be the whole life of Qiao Zong.

Qiao grabbed her waist and whispered in her ear: "Before I look at the document, I have to kiss my Zhizhi first."

Obviously this is a grand-sounding remark, but Shen Xizhi feels extremely erotic. The roots of her ears turned red all of a sudden, and even a thin layer of tears filled her eyes. Under the light, it was especially lovely.

The little girl said: "I'm very tired and uncomfortable, and I want to go to bed early."

Qiao Zong kissed her eyes affectionately, "I will kiss and do nothing."

She pressed her back against the edge of the bay window, her waist was hugged by Qiao Zong, and her breath was full of the medicinal scent of a man's body. The night was very quiet, the screen window concealed the glass window, and the window was completely dark.

Shen Xizhi softly grasped Qiao Zong's cuffs weakly.

Then, the man's arm forcefully picked her up. She sat on the bay window with her feet hanging in the air.

The girl was trapped in the man’s territory like a porcelain doll.

Qiao Zong's eyes were half drooping, staring at the girl in his arms.

This is his beloved little girl.

The little girl looked at him shyly and timidly with wet eyes.

Joe rolled his throat up and down, and pulled off the belt of her bathrobe, but his tone was very gentle and gentle: "Sorry, I broke my promise."

The moment he bit his neck, Shen Xizhi's eyes widened. Isn’t it just a kiss?

**

When she woke up the next day, Shen Xizhi was sore and even more tired than the first time.

Qiao Zong had no tactics, just attacking the city with an absolute possession. No matter how she cried and begged for mercy, the man didn't let her thoughts go.

At the back, Shen Xizhi's consciousness was a little vague, but she only remembered the hearty feeling as if she was drifting between life and death.

She turned over and lay on her side on the bed with her legs together to relieve the discomfort. There is also a bit of resentment in my heart. Can't Qiao Zong be a little pity for Yu Yu?

When Qiao Zong opened the door, a pillow slammed toward him. He caught it with one hand, and went to see the bulging **** the bed, with great patience: "Zhizhi, I've gotten up to eat."

Shen Xizhi turned over, buried her face in the pillow, turned her back to him, and the girl muttered, "I don't want to talk to you."

"Huh?" Qiao Zong smiled when he heard the words, not thinking about it. It was about last night that he was full, and the man was particularly happy and pampered with her arrogance. He squatted halfway on the edge of the bed, staring down at the little drum bag on the bed, and smiled: "I have a dumb voice.

The little drum kit moved and curled up into a smaller ball.

The little girl's voice buzzed: "No, I'm sick."

Qiao Zong's hand pierced through the quilt: "Where is it uncomfortable? My brother will take you to the hospital."

Go to the hospital? "How embarrassed to go to the hospital for this kind of thing?" Shen Xizhi couldn't believe it, angrily and annoyed: "I have a sore back and uncomfortable legs."

Qiao Zong's hand touched the little girl's skin. Last night, he did not know how to control, Qiao Zong hummed, and opened a small corner of the quilt, "Brother will dress you, and I will rub your waist later."

The little girl in the quilt blushed and her hair was messy. It's like a beautiful doll that has been broken.

Qiao Zong smiled and pulled the hair out of her face, bent down and pecked at her red face: "Don't be angry, next time, my brother will be lighter and it won't hurt you, okay?"

Shen Xizhi was too embarrassed to open her eyes, and she answered vaguely.

Qiao Zong hugged her sideways.

Smelling the smell of his body, Shen Xizhi carefully opened his eyes a slit, and secretly glanced at Qiao Zong.

The man's chin is thin and thin, looking very nice from her angle. Those peach blossom eyes have curled eyelashes, like two small brushes.

But the man caught him with this look.

Qiao Zong raised his eyebrows: "Peeking at your brother?"

"..." Shen Xizhi quibbleed: "Just take a look."

"Isn't it just peeking?" Qiao Zong said: "Why don't you just take a look at it? If you want to see it, you have to watch it carefully."

Shen Xizhi: "...oh."

This man is almost narcissistic.

Like a male peacock.

Her legs were sore and a little unstable, Qiao Zong hugged her from behind her and squeezed her toothpaste.

When he did these things, his expression was extremely natural, and he didn't find it cumbersome, but he was extremely patient. At that moment, Shen Xizhi remembered that when he was in the nursing home, Qiao Zong made paper cranes for the elderly.

At this moment, she was also treated with gentleness by her Mr. Joe.

This gentleness is more and more intense than for the elderly.

After she washes up, Qiao Zong feeds her in person.

Shen Xizhi ate in small bites, wondering if she would be raised by Qiao Zong and become a waste. However, when she just wanted to say something, she raised her eyes to meet Qiao Zong's gaze.

She didn't know how to describe that look.

Extremely gentle, but also extremely strong.

It's like, you have to tenderly possess something in your sight.

Shen Xizhi's heart trembled slightly.

Inexplicably, I remembered what Shen Qing had translated and said, Qiao Zong is not a good thing.

This thought flashed through her mind, and she soon forgot it by herself.

Qiao Zong has been taking care of her all day long.

Like a knight treats the little princess, he is gentle, patient and meticulous. He dressed her, fed her meals, combed her hair, and when she was tired, Qiao Zong would squeeze her shoulders and back.

Before going to bed at night, Qiao Zong gave her a good water temperature, and went out of the bathroom very gentle and gentle. When Shen Xizhi took a shower and went out, Qiao Zong was not looking at the documents, he was playing with a black velvet box in his hand, with a leisurely attitude.

Shen Xizhi wrapped a bath towel and asked, "What is this?"

"Neck strap." Qiao Zong said, raising his head and looking at Shen Xizhi's neck.

Under his sight, Shen Xizhi felt her neck chill.

It was a very thin strap, said to be a bracelet Shen Xizhi believed. However, it happened to be the neckband.

Qiao Zong said gently: "A gift for you."

"Yeah." Shen Xizhi didn't really want to accept it, but after all, it was a gift from Qiao Zong. She nodded and wanted to reach out to pick it up, "Thank you."

Qiao Zong didn't give it to her.

Shen Xizhi was taken aback for a moment, and asked subconsciously, "Isn't it for me?"

Qiao Zong's pupils were dark, staring at her, and whispered: "I'll put it on for you."

"...Okay." Shen Xizhi replied.

The neckband is very thin and delicate.

At the moment Qiao Zong put it on her neck, Shen Xizhi felt a little breathless. However, Qiao Zong quickly adjusted the size.

Neither loose nor tight.

It just so happened that she could feel the existence of the neckband.

The neckband was uncomfortable to wear, and Shen Xizhi moved her neck, wanting to take it off.

In the next instant, Qiao Zong's fingers inserted into the gap between the neckband and the neck, and Shen Xizhi felt that something was strangling her neck, which would not make her breathless, but only made people feel that they had lost their freedom.

Qiao Zong bit her neck.

A tingling sensation came from the neck.

Qiao Zong was sucking hard.

Shen Xizhi was forced to raise her neck, pulling an unusually fragile but slender curve on the side of her neck. Tears were secreted physiologically in her eyes, and her mouth opened slightly.

Qiao Zong's fingers tucked in.

Shen Xizhi had a sense of crisis as she walked a tightrope on the cliff and would fall off at any time.

But the person who did this to her was Qiao Zong.

She loves him and believes him.

Shen Xizhi did not struggle, her eyes drifted wildly, and finally fell on the vanity mirror.

She and Qiao Zong were reflected in the mirror.

The slender neckband was wrapped around her neck, and she raised her face as if she was suffering, but her expression was joyful.

From the little gap between her neck, she saw Qiao Zong's eyes.

In those beautiful peach blossom eyes, the coldness is no longer.

His pupils are dark, slightly enlarged, and the whites of his eyes are glowing with red blood, as if he is in the ultimate and pathological pleasure/sensation. His Adam's apple rolled greedily, as if tasting something delicious.

Shen Xizhi vaguely noticed something wrong.

However, Qiao Zong's hand moved to her waist soon, and she couldn't think about it.