Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Lin Shizhen tightened her eyebrows tightly. She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't struggle at all. At this time, the buttons were released, and her white and delicate muscles were cold.

Fu Qinglun looked at her breastfeeding clothes, and Qing Han's eyes quickly covered with a layer of red blood, and her thin thin lips came to her earlobe and kissed him. He said dumbly, "Is it sweet? I have tried My wife is so sweet. "

"..."

Lin Shizhen's clear apricot eyes shrank suddenly. When was he?

Of course she didn't know, he was watching Xiao Shushu's mouth stained with a little milk stain, and then secretly licked it.

Fu Qinglun lowered his head ...

what!

Lin Shizhen screamed in his throat.

...

Two poker bosses came out, and they glanced at the corner here. The tall body of the man blocked the delicate women and couldn't see what they were doing, but it must be doing something unspeakable. .

"Well, that man looks a lot like the Shaobao Lord."

"You're wrong, Lord Shaobao is very painful to his wife. He is a recognized good man in the circle. How can he be with other women?"

"Speaking of it, Lin Meiren has mastered her husband. For so many years, there is no other woman beside Shaobao Lord beside her ....

The two bosses went to the bathroom with a smile.

Lin Shizhen listened to these words, her heart softened, and Pu Jie Yu Jie trembled a few times, and she closed her eyes gently.

At this time, Fu Qinglun went up, and pasted the thin black gauze, and stuck the thin thin lips to her red lips.

Breathing with each other, his hot breath sprayed out.

"Sweet." He spit out a word and kissed her red lips.

He didn't mean to lift the veil. The rough and rusty touch of the veil formed a sharp contrast with her delicate lips. He repeatedly covered her lips, then pierced the long tongue into her sweet mouth, and stirred through the veil.

Lin Shizhen didn't close his eyes, watching him look addicted and slightly drunk, and now Fu Qinglun in love was showing a red-faced decadent **** sense.

The sound of kissing water stains on her ears gradually stained her white and delicate skin with a layer of red.

A long time later, Fu Qinglun left her red lips, and her head fell into her delicate pink neck, panting, and he could not get drunk.

I don't know if it's drunk or not drunk. It's full of the sweet smell of her.

Lin Shizhen felt his impetuousness and she pushed him quickly.

Fu Qinglun adjusted his breath, and then released her. His voice was hoarse, "Did you miss your son?"

He held her little boneless hand in his palm, and then led her back to the room.

...

in the room.

Aunt Su saw Lin Shizhen wearing a veil and quickly wondered, "Sir, is this?"

Fu Qinglun lifted her thin lips. "Give her the young master."

"Oh, okay." Aunt Su passed Xiao Shushu in her arms to Lin Shizhen.

When Xiao Shushu arrived in Ma Ma's arms, he quickly stopped crying, and his little head darted to Ma Ma's chest, trying to eat.

Lin Shizhen leaned in and kissed his little son's face, then sat by the bed, unbuttoned his clothes, and started feeding.

Xiao Shushu was happy to take two sips, but what happened, couldn't he?

Whoo ...

Xiao Shushu was crying hungry again.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Su came over. "Is there no milk, and the young master cried?"

No milk ...

Lin Shizhen quickly lifted Qingli's eyes and looked at Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun's two big palms were copied in his pants pockets, and he was also watching her, and his raised throat knot rolled up and down.

"Sir, what can you do? Young Master has no milk and refuses to eat milk powder. This will starve the young Master."

Fu Qinglun looked at Aunt Su, "Aunt Su, go out first."

Aunt Su answered and went out.

...

There were only three of them in the room, and Xiao Shushu was crying aggrieved in Ma Ma's arms.

Fu Qinglun stepped forward and came to Lin Shizhen's side. He stretched out his long fingers and teased his son's face. "Sorry, Daddy must pay attention next time."

With a "snap", Lin Shizhen gave him a light touch on the palm.

"Angry?"

No longer teasing his son, he squeezed her face.

She was sitting, he was standing, she could see his black trousers cut like a blade, and he took his watch with his right hand in his trousers pocket, and looked like Yara.

She stretched out her little green finger and pointed at the bottle on the counter, asking him to make milk powder.

Xiaoshushu is really wronged this time.

He was just over a month old, and Daddy grabbed his grandma with him.

Fu Qinglun tickled his scarlet thin lips and walked to the counter, and he started to make milk powder for Xiao Shushu.

Auntie Su is usually there. He doesn't do these things, but the man Congrui quickly made milk powder.

He handed the bottle to Lin Shizhen.

Lin Shizhen stuffed the **** into Xiao Shushu's mouth, but soon Xiao Shushu spit it out.

He doesn't drink milk, he wants grandma.

Xiao Shushu wandered into Ma Ma's arms.

Lin Shizhen was distressed. The culprit was the man in front of him.

Fu Qinglun looked at the look of her distressed son, and picked a good-looking sword eyebrow. The white big palm came to Xiao Shushu's little **** and slap gently. "What happened to Lao Tzu drinking your mouthful of milk, you must not spoil it."

"..."

What is he doing?

Obviously he made a mistake and murdered his son.

Xiao Shushu took the mouth of his mouth and looked at him, knowing that his grandmother had drank it, and he compromised to hold the pacifier.

Soon, he drank a bottle of milk.

Xiao Shushu fell asleep again.

Lin Shizhen put Xiao Shushu on the soft bed, covered the blanket, and went to wash the baby bottle in the bathroom.

At this moment, the toilet door was pushed open and Fu Qinglun came in.

He came over and stood behind her.

Lin Shizhen's movements on his hands were stagnant.

"My son is asleep?" He asked dumbly.

Lin Shi shuddered and felt like a fan of feathers, and gently turned off the faucet. She turned to leave.

But a healthy arm hoop came up, clasped her tight waist and pulled it hard.

Her delicate body fell into his arms.

Fu Qinglun hugged her, buried her head in her hair, sniffed hard, and her thin, thin lips pressed against her face and kissed again and again, "Then you are mine now, no one snatched me. "

"..."

She finally knew why he spanked his son?

Because he was jealous.

The son clings to her arms and coquetts.

Lin Shizhen was hugged tightly by him, and through the thin cloth, she had felt his hot body temperature and heavy gasp. Was he drinking or eating ... spring-medicine?

open!

She pushed him hard.

Fu Qinglun lifted her arm and lifted her upright for a few walks. He threw her into the frosted glass door and let her sit on a chair.

She was about to get up, and her eyes were dark. Fu Qinglun blocked it, and his trousers gently rubbed her red lips ...