Slag Girl Illustrated Book

The man was asked by this sudden question. Before that, he hadn't even thought about marrying a wife and having children. The few days of getting along always gave him an inexplicable illusion, as if two people would always be together like this.

However, starting from this question, he understood for the first time that the brother in her mouth was really just the brother.

This perception is inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Yes." He didn't know what the psychology was, he said so.

"I really envy my sister-in-law," she said with a smile.

He Nanxian's smile faded a little bit, and did not answer.

He is a natural politician, but in front of a little girl, he couldn't hold his expression, it was a failure.

"What about you later?"

"From now on, I still want my brother to put on shoes and socks for others!" She said this overbearing and unreasonable, but it happened that He Nanxian's heart was sweet, and the unswerving just now disappeared instantly.

"Then what do you do if your boyfriend is angry?" He lowered his head and asked unconsciously.

"Well, then don't want a boyfriend."

The corners of He Nanxian's mouth can't restrain the ground from rising, and he has rarely experienced this in his life, because a person's mood fluctuates up and down.

He held her feet.

The little girl's feet are so small, the white ones seem to glow, and the toes are round and cute. If a man has a foot fetish, I'm afraid I don't want to **** it at all.

He Nan Xiansheng was afraid of pinching her, and his strength was very soft.

"Hahahaha, um, ha, brother, itchy!" She didn't know where she was pressing, her legs began to kick indiscriminately, her toes touched her Adam's apple, her heart, her lower abdomen, and the man's breathing became unconsciously disturbed. point.

"Harmony."

The voice was slightly muffled, which was uncontrollable.

The fingertips touched her calf, and the fingertips couldn't help but tightened slightly, the delicate skin with a warm and numb scorching sensation, suddenly burned in his heart.

She might feel itchy, so she took the socks from his hand, put them on herself, put on the shoes, and consciously took He Nanxian's hand: "Let's go, let's go home."

The two could not walk together, and they separated before leaving the office. She sat in the car driven by Zhou Cong, following the motorcade.

This is for the safety of the little girl. Being too close to He Nanxian, it is inevitable that some criminals may have some bad ideas.

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Cool breeze

He likes to treat flowers and grass, and plant many pots of Clivia on the balcony.

She has no feeling for this kind of plant. She sat on the rocking chair and watched He Nanxian pruning the flower branches, and said slowly: "Brother, why don't you plant some nice flowers?"

"What flowers do you like?" He Nanxian understood her meaning in an instant.

"I like roses, red roses."

She said casually.

"Rose is not so good to grow here." He smiled softly, that kind of literati style is full of love.

"That's it."

She lowered her eyebrows in disappointment, He Nanxian looked in her eyes, and paused with the fingers of the shovel.

I took care of all the flowers and plants. It’s been an hour. It’s not too early to come back today. It’s more than ten o'clock in the left and right.

He picked her up and went to sleep in the bedroom.

I have slept together yesterday, and today I am not so shy and resisting.

She went to take a shower after she had eaten, and now she still smells fragrant in the past few hours.

"Brother, we taste the same!"

I don’t know if it’s because the lights are turned off, or the two are too close now. Her voice kept digging into his ears. He Nanxian felt her heart dry and hot, and the feeling of uncontrollable feeling came out again in the afternoon. Up.

He instinctively stepped back, trying to stay away from the factors that made him abnormal.

But when he stepped back a little, she followed up a little.

Her lips were almost pressed against He Nanxian's neck, and the low and sultry voice became extraordinarily textured in the middle of the night: "Brother, what are you afraid of?"

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