Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Shishi, for so many years, you have always loved us.

You risked your life and gave birth to a small lemon. You told me that even if you die, you don't want me to have children with other women. These are the best love you give us.

The critical condition of Little Lemon makes every day extremely difficult, but the most difficult thing is that I and Little Lemon do not know what to do with you?

We don't want you to cry secretly, we don't want you to carry heavy shackles alone, we want to protect you.

So sorry, I want to take away your memory.

This exclusive memory is the best love I and Little Lemon have for you.

...

The man's low-alcoholic gentle voice slowly poured into the eardrum, Lin Shi shivered and shook Pu Yu like a fan, and picked up the crystal chain.

A red apple hung on the crystal chain, and she flicked open the red apple.

Inside are two small and delicate porcelain villains, she and Fu Qinglun.

--- Shishi, I love you.

--- Shishi, Iloveyou ...

He confessed to her in many languages, expressing his warmest and most devout love for her.

With a click, a drop of crystal tears fell down.

Then two drops, three drops, four drops ... She reached out her little green hand and touched her face, and she was already in tears.

At this moment, she wept bitterly.

The picture in the computer continued, and she looked up with tears in her eyes ---

At dawn, Xiao Shushu was born. She was sweating and fell asleep in the birth bed.

"Squeak", big and small, the father and daughter came in.

"Mummy ..." Little Lemon Milk cried.

"Shh." The man quickly made a snoring gesture. "Little lemon, Mummy is too tired. Let Mummy sleep for a while, don't wake up Mummy."

"it is good."

Little Lemon smiled sweetly, she looked at Xiao Shushu curiously, then kissed Xiao Shushu's face.

After kissing, Little Lemon got up again and kissed her face.

Fu Qinglun came over, and his long fingers gently pulled the hair sticking to her little face, and he leaned down and kissed her forehead, softly murmuring, "Wife, we have worked hard, we have a son. "...

Seeing this scene, Lin Shizhen slowly evoked red lips, and she laughed.

The little green hand wiped the tears on his face, but the more he wiped the more.

She cried and laughed like a little fool.

It turned out that he never left.

He was still him, or Fu Qinglun, the Fu Qinglun who had loved her for many years in a place she didn't know.

Fu Qinglun ...

She whispered the name in her heart, and she remembered it.

The memory is like a tide, and she can't remember how many years she and he have known each other. Anytime, the windmill of their love has been turning.

Facing the wind, blowing into the distance.

...

A jingle sounded, and the apartment doorbell rang.

Aunt Su quickly walked over to open the door, and there stood a figure like a long jade, and Fu Qinglun came.

"Mr. Smithson, are you here?"

"Yep."

Fu Qinglun responded lightly, then pulled out his long legs and entered the living room. His cold black eyes glanced in the living room, but no one was seen.

Aunt Su whispered, "Mr. Smithson, you're late today. Little Lemon has already eaten dinner and fell asleep. It's in the room."

Fu Qinglun looked at the precious steel watch on his sturdy wrist with a handsome eyelid, and it was now eight o'clock in the evening.

He had a meeting today, so it was late.

"understood."

"Mr. Smithson, would you like hot dishes?" Aunt Su asked.

"No need." Fu Qinglun pulled out his long legs and entered the master bedroom.

In the bedroom, Little Lemon and Xiao Shushu slept on the soft big bed. The sister and brother slept face to face, covered with goose yellow blankets, all of which were soft and small.

Fu Qinglun stood by the bed, lowered his tall body, and kissed the faces of the children.

The dim light plated down, softening his handsome features like a sand painting.

After kissing, he took a look at the room, but did not see the figure of Qianli he was looking for.

He went out and asked Aunt Su, "What about Miss Lin?"

"Ms. Lin seems to be in the practice room."

Fu Qinglun turned around and entered the practice room.

Opening the door of the room, a ebony figure sat next to a black and ebony piano, and Lin Shizhen was playing the piano.

Her pale five fingers leaped and danced over the keys, the piano sounded extremely nice, and the aftershocks lingered.

Fu Qinglun walked in, and Yan Changruyu's body stood behind her, copying his trousers pocket with one hand, and turning to the front with one hand. His wrists wrapped in white shirts were clean and charming, and his slender fingers were placed on the keys and played a string of notes.

Lin Shi trembled with a fan-like plume and retracted her small hand.

She got up and wanted to leave.

But several slender fingers gently pinched her bright wrists, and tore her, her soft back waist against the piano.

Fu Qinglun's two big palms propped up on the piano beside her, blocking her firmly in her master's chest.

Looking at her small slap face with a handsome eyelid, he slowly tickled his lips, "Did you miss me?"

Lin Shizhen smelled the clean and clear man's breath on him, she shook her head, "No."

"Small mouth again?"

He blocked her red lips.

Lin Shizhen didn't close her eyes, she clearly felt that her red mouth was pried open, and his long tongue fed in, stirring her sweet juice wantonly.

"Drinking?"

Fu Qinglun asked lowly, because he tasted a hint of wine in her mouth.

Lin Shizhen's clear apricot eyes were a little lost, and even the super-cheeky little face was steamed with two touches of light red, half-smooth, she was particularly charming.

"Well." She nodded, then raised two small hands around his neck.

Fu Qinglun froze, tonight she was so active.

Lin Shizhen hugged him and traced his **** lips with the tip of his tongue.

Fu Qinglun quickly stretched out her arms and hugged her body in her arms, her lips lingering and a hot kiss.

The two kissed from the piano all the way to the floor-to-ceiling window. Lin Shimao's two small hands suddenly pushed his master's chest and pushed him hard.

Fu Qinglun's body like Chang Ruyu arrived on the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lin Shizhen looked at him, his fringe on his forehead fell down, covering the black eyes, the man in a white shirt and black trousers was handsome, his tie was loose and hung from his neck, aristocratic The man added a few charms.

Lin Shizhen reached out and grabbed the tie around his neck.

Fu Qinglun's black eyes were stained with a few scarlets, and her two big palms clasped her lumbar limbs. "Play with fire, huh?"

Lin Shiquan picked a smoky-willow eyebrow, and drunk and smoky eyes were all charmingly powdery, "You ... can't you?"

"..."

Fu Qinglun's eyes seemed to have quenched the fire. Si Kong had explained that he was not allowed to have **** for two weeks. He had forgotten that it was the first few days.