Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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In the luxury car, Pingpin looked solemnly at Jun Xiqing, "Prince, eldest sister was arrested, do you really want to send President Lu to Dongfang Ruoli's bed-?"

Jun Xiqing looked at the night out of the window, "These people are coming at him, why not?"

For a while, Ping Ping could not see what the concubine was thinking. Of course, she also knew that Lu Yeming was a man with a cunning mind and the best plan and conspiracy. How could he cheat?

It seems another storm is coming.

...

XX Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Jun Xiqing took out her mobile phone and sent a text message, "In the evening, come to my room, 8806."

8806, her room number.

The message was sent successfully. Jun Xiqing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Yujie, a butterfly-like cicada, covered it quietly. She looked at the text message lying quietly on her mobile phone ...

Half an hour later, the knock on the door rang, and the knocking rhythm was strong, with the usual calmness.

Jun Xiqing walked over and opened the door of the room.

Standing outside the door was a body as long as jade, and Lu Yeming came.

He wore a handmade version of a black shirt and black trousers, clean and thin and indifferent, revealing the nobleness and gentleness of the high.

The dim yellow light on the door was plated on his face, such as Guan Yu's handsome face, and it was fascinating.

Lu Yeming looked at her with her deep eyelids, looking down, freeing on her body.

Jun Xiqing took a bath. She was wearing a white nightdress covering her knees, revealing her two **** legs. She did not wear slippers, and she stepped on the carpet with her bare white feet. on.

Realizing his gaze, her ten toes, rounded like shells, were slightly pinched, exposing a little pink.

Lu Yeming walked in and closed the door with his knees closed.

The big palm clasped her slender waist, and he leaned over and blocked her red lips.

Jun Xiqing turned around to avoid, "What are you doing?"

Lu Yeming held her pink face with thin lips and sniffed the clean daughter fragrance from her tender muscles. "During the night, I asked me to come to your room. Don't tell me that I'm going to see the stars and the moon Poems and songs are about philosophy of life. I thought you were asking me to ... do ... "

"..."

Jun Xiqing's two small hands reached his master's chest, trying to push him away.

Lu Yeming wrapped his hands behind her and took down the green hairpin she had put on her hair.

In the next second, all three thousand blue silk she scooped up were scattered.

Jun Xiqing's heart jumped, she had not circulated for three years.

She has been bursting since she took the high post.

Lu Yeming looked at her, her black and pure hair was messily scattered on her shoulders, her small face with big palms and red teeth and white teeth, her eyes were the most attractive.

He pulled his leg and approached her.

Jun Xiqing stepped back, and the delicate beautiful back quickly reached the wall.

Lu Yeming covered up, holding her little face with a big palm, and kissed her red lips directly.

The clean, masculine scent of him was overwhelming.

Jun Xiqing was dizzy when kissed.

She began to struggle, "You go to the shower first ..."

Lu Yeming refused to let go of her. He curled Junmei's nose and kissed her nose, and kissed her forehead, "Do it first, do it before washing."

"You go wash first." Jun Xiqing insisted.

"Oh," Lu Yeming laughed lowly, and he opened a gap in his eyes, staring at her eyes with unpredictable eyes, smiling and smiling. "I said, do it first, then wash it."

His words were concise and strong, and he didn't allow beaks.

Jun Xiqing slaps her face blushing white and white, her wet eyes glaring at him angrily.

Lu Yeming raised his hand, shuttled his big palm into her Ufa, and held it gently together.

From the outsider's point of view, he was just intimate with her, but Jun Xiqing knew that he held the monitor in her hair.

Such a small monitor is hard to see with the naked eye, and his careless movement directly held in his palm.

The listener on that end should now hear a noise.

"I deleted your text message three years ago? Jun Xiyan?"

He reached her in the corner, although it was a questioning tone, but he had been determined.

Jun Xiqing looked at him and did not answer this question. Her agile voice was clear and quiet, "I have no interest in participating in the affairs of your country Z, but now I am being monitored by mysterious people, and you have been monitoring me, eh?"

Her last word, "En", was rising, a touch of coquettishness, but the edge of a political high.

Lu Yeming raised his eyebrows.

Jun Xiqing slowly drew red lips, and she stretched out her little hands to touch his handsome face, and lazy words overflowed in the red lips, "What do you think of me, running cannon fodder? Oh, how dare you . "

Lu Yeming's eyes grew darker, deeper and hotter. He imprisoned the sharp, nowhere-like sharpness of her face, and she was always able to surprise him.

The little daughter of the Jun family, who was once brilliant in the world, is now a political power.

He held her soft, boneless hand and murmured, "Did you just read my text message?"

He knows everything.

From her first appearance in Congress, her words and deeds fell into his eyes.

When the movie theater came out, she knew the text message as soon as she knew it.

The man's mind was terribly horrible, even more than three years ago.

What he asked was the text message lying on her phone now.

"No," Jun Xiqing replied without hesitation.

Lu Yeming chuckled, "Really?"

His deep eyes looked deep into her eyes, and could penetrate her like an X-ray.

Jun Xiqing don't open your eyes, "Really."

"Little liar, want to bluff me again?"

There was a touch of soft petting in his tone.

Jun Xiqing doesn't like him like this, he can easily make such illusions about women who don't love.

Two small hands pressed against his chest, and she wanted to push him away.

"I miss you…"

His low magnetic voice suddenly came to his ear, and he said, I miss you ...

Three years ago, he sent her a text message before the wedding and missed you ...

Three years later, he told her personally.

Jun Xiqing's smart water eye suddenly shrank, and even the movement of pushing and shoving stopped.

Lu Yeming lowered his eyes, and kissed her soft forehead with thin lips, and gently rubbed his head. "Qing Qing, you just watched, I know you watched, don't deny it."

"I miss you, Mo Er left three years ago, and I dreamed of her in countless nights, but I also dreamed of you."

"I tried to put Moer down and give myself to you. I have and I don't. I will do my best to promise you a lifetime."

"You didn't reply to my message and even pulled me black. I don't know why I didn't marry Dongfang Ruoli. In fact, I don't need three years. I have faster shortcuts to go."

"Qing Qing, I said that the text message still counts. I have been waiting for your reply for the past three years."

"Tell me now, your answer."