Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【339 Vinegar Floats Hundreds of Miles】

Zhizhi's face immediately turned nervous, he grabbed the stone and said, "Stone, are you injured?"

Shitou glanced at the eldest young master, raised the sesame-sized thing on his right arm, and said speechlessly: "I was bitten by a mosquito, and daddy wants me to do a full-body examination."

Her son is the cutest, most normal and smartest, so... Zhizhi couldn't help but complain to Nangong Jue, "Young Master, why are you so crazy?"

The eldest young master glared at Zhizhi, ordered someone to take the little stone away, then closed and locked the door.

After a series of smooth movements, he walked directly over, hugged Miss Song, lowered his head and took a bite!

Zhizhi was startled by this sudden scene, and said with a white face: "Are you really crazy?"

"Miss Song, if you make that expression for another man in front of me in the future, this is what will happen!"

He whispered, lowered his head and started nibbling on Zhizhi's neck...

She really knew this man well enough.

The smell of vinegar is so strong that it spreads hundreds of miles away!

Zhizhi felt a little pain from his bite, so she pushed him with a low breath, "Don't bite me."

He bites.

The little emotion in his heart just now was bitten away by him, and Zhizhi became angry, "It hurts, don't bite!"

"It hurts," he said in a somewhat resentful tone, "Please remember how much it hurts."

After saying that, he lowered his head again and covered the place where the teeth had just been bitten. Zhizhi hummed and felt that the skin was about to be torn apart by him.

She wanted to struggle, but she felt that her body was unable to move due to his pressure. Zhizhi pushed his shoulders hard with both hands and said through gritted teeth, "Young master likes to bite people so much. Next time, I will buy you teething cakes, give you canned food, and feed you bones."

…”

He immediately raised his head and bit her lower lip. Hearing her moans, he immediately covered her with his lips, completely covering her words and swallowing her voice.

This man will kiss you if you don't like what you hear.

Blocking the conversation is another advantage!

Depend on!

Miss Song leaned forward to bite back, but when his teeth clenched, he stepped back very deftly and left her lips. He stared at her red and swollen lips with a somewhat satisfied smile.

Zhizhi used too much force and bit her own stone. She hurriedly covered her mouth in pain...

Ya, ya, ya!

Nothing good will happen if you meet this man!

She glared at him angrily, like a little lioness ready for battle, full of resentment, anger and a hint of wanting to skin him alive...

Nangong Jue raised his eyebrows and declared, "You are completely trying to trick me."

Before her stiff tongue could recover, she felt her body lighten as he picked her up, turned around and placed her directly on the table. His soft lips covered hers without any worries, wrapping her body with warmth.

The tip of the tongue turned 180 degrees with a gentle attitude, as if to soothe the wound.

Zhizhi originally wanted to retaliate, but the sudden tenderness made her startled, and she accidentally closed her eyes, leaned on his arm and kissed him deeply.

The eldest young master's kissing skills were never good. Sometimes he would hurt her, and sometimes it would make people feel like he was stealing without any rules. Fortunately, Miss Song's kissing skills were also inferior, and she had only kissed two men in her life.

That man was very gentle and cherished her, but he could not make her deeply realize this desire.

When they were kissing, she could feel Nangong Jue's heart beating fast and breathing rapidly. Every movement and touch was a fire that wanted to possess her - passion Yu.

Zhizhi was still slightly out of breath, hugging his neck and sighing, "I'll remember it. You're not allowed to kiss me anymore. My tongue is numb."

He touched her lips with one hand and his eyes darkened, "Miss Song, we haven't started yet."

Zhizhi folded his arms and shouted, "No animals allowed!"

"My son asked me just now if you agree with him returning to the Nangong Clan." His hand had stopped covering her roundness, and his voice had become hoarse. "I think it's time for the rice to be cooked."

"Isn't it mature enough? My son is already eight years old." Zhizhi grabbed his hand that was reaching inside her clothes and smiled slightly, "You can break up when you fall in love, you can get divorced when you get married. Don't talk about raw rice and cooked rice.

It’s useless to turn it into popcorn!”

"Don't forget that you personally said that you only want me as a man," he whispered, stroking her earlobe with his fingertips, "Miss Song, be my woman."

This was the first time he would ask her.

"you……"

He was suddenly so serious, which reminded Zhizhi of what he had said before, and his face inevitably turned red. His earlobes felt numb after being touched by him, and he had no strength left to struggle. He said in a low voice: "You can't bear it.

Yiren?"

"cannot."

His big hand squeezed her chest, and Zhizhi exclaimed and hit his hand...

"I want you." He said again, his hands already starting to move.

Zhizhi was trapped in his arms, leaning against him softly, leaning against him while sitting on the table, her face was pale, and she couldn't say any words of rejection for a moment.

Nangong despaired at her occasional shy look and couldn't help but smile.

His Miss Song is still very shy.

Rolling up her T-shirt, taking it off and throwing it aside, Nangong Jue hooked up and kissed her collarbone. The kiss was so dense that Zhizhi gasped and puffed up her chest. She held his shirt tightly with both hands.

Collar, with a warm light in his eyes, "You have to make sure to be gentle."

"Yeah," he replied in a low voice, his eyes already dark red, and his whole body was filled with desire, "I won't hurt you."

Zhizhi glanced at his chest and said slightly, "I'm afraid your injury will come back again, you idiot..."

He kissed his lips passionately, entangled and rolled, tore her bra apart with a pair of big hands, threw it aside, covered it with his big hands, gently twisted and kneaded it with his fingertips, until at least the pink bud stood firm and straight in his palm

——

He lowered his head and bit her plumpness. Zhizhi screamed in pain and backed away.

His big hands held her waist to prevent her from moving, and he unbuttoned her shorts with one hand. Just as he was about to pull them off, Zhizhi saw his intention, grabbed his hand and shouted, "Don't tear it off!"

Nangong Jue paused for a moment, Zhizhi lowered his eyebrows, and with a shy face, he said words with a hint of command, "One of my favorite shorts, you are not allowed to tear it."

This expression and tone were enough to make the eldest young master's stomach feel like iron in an instant.

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