Spoiled! The yandere boss and his soft doll

"Awake?"

Chrissman habitually rubbed the clothes on Joao's chest, her mouth squirmed for a while, and then smashed her mouth again, and finally turned over and continued to sleep.

"It's so cute. Joao stepped forward and smacked Christman's little face vigorously, but he made a red mark.

"Hmm, go away!" she suddenly felt a pain in her cheeks when she was half asleep, thinking that it was a mosquito that had bitten her, and she raised her hand neatly to drive it away, but it was slapped on the cool skin.

"Smack!" is pretty crisp.

Joao was not annoyed, holding the little hand and sticking it to his face, smiling happily.

His favorite thing to do is to wake up in the morning with Christman in his arms and her sleeping face peaceful.

He could watch her for a long time, and every day he would trace her eyebrows, her eyelashes, her lips, and ...... with his gaze A more mature body.

When Christine began to develop, the anxious, confused and helpless person was not Christman, but Joao.

At that time, he was anxious for a whole month, and his temper was so violent that he scolded and scolded whoever he saw, and even Mo Junqi was not spared.

The girl's chest began to develop, and Christman cried out for pain and stuffiness every day when she accidentally touched it.

Joao was at a loss, relying on instinct to reach out and help her rub it, but Christman avoided him and refused him very seriously.

He didn't understand, and when he broke her hand to check it, Christman would start crying, and he would shout that there was a difference between men and women.

He was going to hate the difference between men and women!

It made João feel like his chest hurt with her.

The first arrival of menstruation was even more painful, making Chrissman weak and unable to lie on the bed.

Joao was also stupid, and the red on the hem of his skirt pierced his brain like a steel needle, replaying it over and over again.

This kind of red, it shouldn't be on her ......

But after he understood it, he began to read books, carefully memorized the content about this kind of content, and did not dare to forget a word.

He even learned to make medicinal diets in order to condition Christman's body.

Christman's first underwear was not bought by her mother, it was Joao.

Unexpected fit.

After that, he also held a sanitary napkin, as if solving a math problem, and seriously explained to Christman how to use it.

During this period, you should drink a little more brown sugar ginger tea, not catch a cold, drink more hot water, and eat less ice, all of which are all information that Joao himself went to check.

He even recorded it in a notebook, but now he put it away, because he can already memorize the contents of it.

Because he grew up, all kinds of clothes need to be re-measured every year, so he knows how much Christman has grown, and the size is also recorded in his notebook.

At that time, he realized that the doll he had raised was so delicate, and he decided to take better care of her.

"It's getting bigger. Joao stared at the soft spot, fascinated by the size he had remembered some time ago.

"What!" Chrissman tugged the puppet into her arms, unwilling to open her eyes.

"No, I'm talking about my Manman, who's getting bigger and bigger. "I've grown taller, I've become slimmer, and some parts of my flesh have grown.

"Oh, well, don't call me. Chrissman moved, and her dress was rubbed up again.

Seeing that her skirts were all piled up on her upper body, Joao smiled and lifted the futon a little, wanting to pull her skirt down and tidy it up so that she could sleep well.

But the result of the skirt about to pile up on her neck was that her lower body was bare, and only a little pink Nene that Joao had prepared before bathing her last night was directly exposed to his eyes.

It was nothing before, they didn't see each other's bodies when they were young, but now it's different.

What's different

? Is it attitude?

No.

Joao naturally pinched the hem of the skirt upwards against Christman's skin, and reached into the quilt with his other hand, lifting her thin waist so that she could pull the skirt down.

He didn't deliberately avoid the places he should have rubbed during the whole process.

What is different is Joao's state of mind, he is 17 years old.

17 years old, a paranoid curiosity about everything, and hot-blooded.

Christine was completely awakened by Joao's suddenly hot hands, and she tried to get up with her hands and feet, but was suppressed by a whole hot body.

"Baby, we don't sleep, get up quickly and paint with Joao. João had changed his mind, and had just arranged Christman's dress, and now he felt that the innocent and charming scene he had just made was the most suitable for painting.

Christman twisted her waist, trying to break free of the hot palm on her waist and abdomen, it was too hot, "You're so hot, go away, take your hand away." "

Who am I because of?" João took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment.

Then he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and directly dug Christman out of the bed.

As if holding a child, he spread her feet with his hands, so that Chrisman's legs could only be hooked around his strong waist, and carefully protected her head and waving arms into the bathroom.

"Come with

me, I want to paint, huh, hard?" "Why do you want to paint again?" "Since the art teacher who taught me to teach Joao, just like I would take pictures of her every day, I would also ask Christine to pose for a fixed period of time, and then draw into the painting.

And I went to the beach some time ago, and I painted it not long ago, and now I want it again.

If you sit for a long time, your butt will really hurt.

But there was one thing very strange, Joao didn't let her see it until the back, and hid it tightly, and even put it in that small room.

"Well, you just sit and read, feel sorry for me?"

"It's really getting more and more delicate.

For the third time, Christman, who was coaxed by Joao to lean back on the soft couch, completely lost her patience, took the sunflower in the pot next to her, and began to count the petals boredly.

Directly in front of her was João, who was fiddling with paint and painting tools, looking at the pen in his hand, his brow furrowed and sometimes stretched, but he never hesitated.

Because in Joao's mind, he had already depicted Christine countless times, and only looked back and forth on Christman's body and paper.

"Jingle Lingling!" The

sound of a landline call resounded throughout the room, breaking the warm atmosphere between the two of them.

Christine sat up, and before Joao could react, ran barefoot and picked up the phone.

The only landline in this room, except for the occasional call from Joao to inquire about Christman's condition, only one other rings.

"Father!"

was Xu Zhiming calling.

Joao thought about it quietly, and it was indeed time to fix the contact.

He took the cotton slippers under the recliner, came to Christman's side and half-knelt, carefully held Christman and let her lower body rest on his shoulder, held her feet with one hand, and helped her put on the cotton slippers.

"Hmm. Xu Zhiming responded as usual, he usually took the initiative to provoke the topic, but today there is no follow-up.

Christine was too happy to notice this, and eagerly shared, "Father, Joao took me to the beach a few days ago! That was the first time I saw the sea! The sky is blue, and the sea is blue, I seem to see the sky and the sea connected!" "

I also met a lot of people, although I am still a little scared...... But João will be with me! I have also picked up a lot of shells and am making bracelets for Sister Lo and Joao.

Christman's desire to share reached its peak at this moment, but today's Xu Zhiming didn't seem to have so much time to be patient, just like someone around him urging, he first breathed a few times before interrupting Christman's words unhurriedly.

"Manman, I mean, can we see each other in a few days......? I haven't seen you in a long time. "