Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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"..."

Si Kong quickly left the laboratory.

His ears were finally quiet. Fu Qinglun's posture was empty and his eyebrows were raised gently. He really had no sexual interest at all.

In this case, the ghost hardened.

He closed his eyes, and Jun Mei's eyebrows showed a bit of **** decadence. Actually, he thought so.

He was held at the entrance of the corridor last night, and he was still thinking about it.

I haven't touched her for some days.

However, his body did not respond.

He raised his good-looking sword eyebrows.

At this moment, the knock of the door rang, and Sikong coughed outside the door. "Asen, are you alright?"

Fu Qinglun raised his hand for a moment, a white laboratory, a vacuum tube, and Si Kong's urging outside, which felt terrible.

He is a man with a high quality of life. Coupled with his own cleanliness, he really can't do what he wants to do here.

"Come in." He said.

With a click, Si Kong walked in. "Asson, you're very fast ... Well, why didn't you hit a plane?"

There is nothing in the vacuum tube.

Fu Qinglun lifted his eyelid and glanced at Si Kong, "Have you got a plane here and show me?"

"..."

Si Kong shrugged his shoulders. "What should I do now? I'm still waiting for the matching. The first matching is unsuccessful, and the second time is needed. Time is precious."

Fu Qinglun turned his thin lips into a sound arc. He also knew that time was pressing, but he did not respond.

"Asson, or ... I'll get a bit of it for you to help cheer me up?" Si Kong asked tentatively.

Fu Qinglun immediately gave him a cold glance, "Go play!"

Si Kong felt that this man was really hard to serve. His private life was too clean. Not to mention the women outside, not even those films have been looked straight at. The gentleman seems to have stained his eyes.

"Asson, shouldn't you be completely cured the last time, and you can't stand up without Shiyan?"

Fu Qinglun frowned, not knowing that it was possible.

Si Kongxiang found something extraordinary. "Asson, this is not the case. Please find some time for me to give you a good treatment ..."

Fu Qinglun stood up and raised his eyebrows, showing a touch of style, "No need to rule, I'm fine with my poetry wife."

Fu Shaoxiao was proud.

"But you can't do it to other women ..."

Fu Qinglun glanced at him coldly before the words had fallen.

Si Kong shut up quickly.

"I'm leaving now, and I'm coming to see you tomorrow." Fu Qinglun reached out and picked up the vacuum tube and left the laboratory.

Si Kong looked at Fu Qinglun's upright back, he must have gone to Lin Shizhen.

If his body is really sick, then Lin Shizhen is his spring medicine.

As a man, this can also be considered a defect. Many men do not touch women outside, but this is not the same as the concept of body. It is about the dignity and face of men.

But Assen didn't want to rule.

He was not saved.

...

Lin Shizhen returned to her apartment and took a hot bath. She just dries her long hair. At this time, she rang a bell and someone rang the doorbell.

who is it?

Lin Shiyi pulled his thin legs to the door and asked, "Who?"

A low-alcoholic voice came from my ears soon, "Poem, it's me."

Fu Qinglun.

Lin Shiquan trembled Yujie like a fan, "Why are you here, is Sikong's business done ...?"

"No, something went wrong."

"what is the problem?"

"Shishi, you open the door." Fu Qinglun rang the doorbell again.

Lin Shi remained silent for a few seconds, then reached out his hand to open the door.

The apartment door opened, and the outside light spilled in. Fu Qinglun stood tall with his legs tall.

He changed his clothes and wore a handmade white shirt with black slim trousers underneath.

He was tall, wearing trousers stiffly into nine points, a pair of brown leather shoes on his feet, exposing his delicate man's ankles, and the outside was cool. He also wore a British fan-shaped coat outside, the whole young and handsome , Qinggui, fashion, like the international male model who just stepped down during Fashion Week.

In his slender fingers, Maybach's car key was hooked. At the cuffs, a small white shirt was exposed on the cuffs of the plaid coat. The cuff buttons on the shirts were all clean and beautiful.

He has a high quality of life and a deep sense of fashion. He exudes elegance and elegance from the inside out.

Lin Shizhen looked up at him, "What happened?"

Fu Qinglun pulled out his long legs and walked in, kicking his leg against the door.

Two people stood near the door, and they were very close. Fu Qinglun looked at her, "I didn't respond, I couldn't get that stuff."

Lin Shi froze, his eyes were a bit unnatural. "Why don't you find Si Kong?"

"Sikong asked me to come to you."

Si Kong said that this is not what I said.

Someone's foolish.

Listening to this, Lin Shizhen twisted his eyebrows.

Fu Qinglun looked at her, then bowed her head slightly, sniffed her hair, and "slapped?"

As he approached, Lin Shizhen smelled the familiar, clean and masculine masculine man on him, and it seemed that ... he was also mixed with a little fresh shower fragrance.

He seemed to ... have also taken a shower.

Before he was intimate with her, he had to take a bath.

Lin Shizhen realized something sensitively, and she hung down Pu Puyu and snorted, "Well."

Fu Qinglun's voice was all dumb. "Really fragrant."

She smells good.

The temperature of the entire apartment rose by dozens of degrees, and Lin Shizhen's delicate skin showed a little pink.

At that moment, her eyes were dark, and Fu Qinglun kissed her red lips.

Lin Shizhen froze a bit, then stretched out two small hands and hugged his exquisite waist, one of which fell down along his waist ...

When Fu Qinglun tried to pry open her teeth, she avoided, avoiding his kiss, "Aren't you ... okay?"

She felt it all.

Nothing is said to be false.

"It's good to see you, but not to leave you."

Because of her size, Lin Shizhen avoided his kiss, so the small face with a big slap was buried in his chest. She lowered her head and whispered, "Then you let Si Kong treat you."

"This thing Sikong can't cure, only you can cure it."

"but…"

"But what? I'm not sick again, I just feel you alone, other women can't."

Lin Shizhen evoked pale red lips, and a sweet smell spread in her heart.

No woman is unhappy, right?

His own man only feels about himself.

At this moment, Fu Qinglun stretched out two long fingers and provoked her small jaw, forcing her to look up, "Or do you need me to treat for some time?"