The wife of a powerful family: Huo Shao, how dare you flirt with me

Regarding the Ning family, I am afraid that only Ning Tang has a better impression in her heart. I really found my parents. She didn't say yes, but Keningtang didn't really resist.

Dull, don't want to talk.

She thought Zhang Xuan had passed, and the two sides would not bother each other.

But now, she was a little confused and a little sad.

Huo Nanchen looked at her erratic eyes, held her hand lightly, and put her on her knee with a hand.

"Thinking how to face them?"

"Ok."

Gu Ruochu patted his hand a little awkwardly, trying to return to his seat without success. Anyway, there was no one around, she was lying on his chest, thinking about many things.

"If you don't want to see it, you don't need it anyway. You don't need it anyway. You are already the big beauty of my family and the most beautiful baby in my family. They want to **** you over as their baby, I'm not allowed."

His hand stroked her long hair gently, soothing the people in her arms.

"Nonsense."

"No bullshit, so don't be sad."

Gu Ruochu was teased with his ridiculous tone and couldn't hold his face anymore. He fluttered and laughed, and patted his hand away, burying his face in his shoulder.

He was also laughing, and his whole chest was shaking.

Gu Ruochu slowly embraced his neck with both hands, and his head was leaned down but was attacked suddenly by a sudden kiss. She also did not hide, holding his hand tighter.

"what--"

I don't know how the hot kiss landed on the collarbone. Her body seemed to be better, and the kiss became unbridled, as if the flames were burning, the string in her brain seemed to be stretched out when her breathing was disturbed.

Not enough, it always seems to be enough.

He worshipped the man in front of him like a devout believer, dragging her into the whirlpool regardless. Gu Ruochu finally felt that something was wrong, but his short hair always slipped.

"Huo Nanchen, get me up!"

He didn't listen to her at all, and continued to drop fine kisses on her clavicle, neck, and ears.

"Huo Nanchen!"

The people who were obviously under her had left her with little resistance.

He raised her hand and hugged her whole. "Oh, we go upstairs."

Gu Ruochu glanced around without seeing anyone, relieved, as long as no one saw it. In ancient times, she would definitely be burned to death in a soaked pig cage.

Put down on the bed, Huo Nanchen looked at her pair of bright white feet and didn't know when to curl up tightly. He glanced over his feet, pressing his heavy body without putting weight on her.

He whispered against her ears: "Is it so sensitive? See how you shake?"

"Don't worry, take your time."

...

When Gu Ruochu returned to God, he was held tightly by those around him. The bright light played almost dreamlike light in the room, and in the confusion, I always felt that the moment was old.

"Get up, you have to get off work at this time!" Gu Ruochu glanced at the alarm clock on the bed, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Mrs. Huo, have you seen anyone off work at two o'clock?"

"Yeah, I have only seen you before work at two o'clock."

Huo Nanchen held her cuffs and gave her a dark look.

"What is this?" Gu Ruochu saw the gold bracelet on his hand and thought of it as if he had seen it somewhere. By the way, it seems to be Zhou Yunxi's.

"This is your stuff, put away."

"mine?"

Huo Nanchen looked at her puzzled, and leaned down and touched her head: "This is the gold bracelet on your feet when Zhang Xuan held you to Gu Bo. The line of poetry is the origin of your name. "