Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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"Auntie," Jun Xiqing quickly held up Pei Wu. "Look at it, the monarch is dancing with Miss Ai."

Pei Wu looked up, and on the dance floor, Murong built the elegant gentleman on the thin waist of Elle, and the two danced.

Murong built a black shirt, the handsome face is plated in the bright lights, and all his efforts are the calm charm of the years, which is the texture of a mature man.

Ai Lei's face is pretty, her figure is straight, her bulge is backwards, and she is really seductive with Murong Chengcheng.

Pei Wu looked at them, and her heart stung suddenly.

"Auntie, it was a misunderstanding 26 years ago. You misunderstood the monarch. It is not a matter of minutes to hook the monarch back with your charm?" Jun Xiqing blinked playfully at Pei Wu Wu. Slender feathers.

Betty danced her lips and slowly shook her head. "Even if I hook him back, his heart is not on me."

"Auntie, why do you say that?"

"When I met him, he was hurt by Dongfang Wanqing and accepted me. During the first three months of my wedding, I chased after him. Sometimes I got angry with him, what was he? I did n’t say anything, I just liked to have a cold war with me, turned around and ran to the study. I was afraid he would leave me. I always hugged him, apologized to him, and told him not to leave. "

"I love him very much, but he never said that he loved me, so I always humbled this marriage. In this imperial city, I was even more insecure. The emperor himself had many young wives. Like me, I also gave my son a couple of little wives. Although he did n’t accept it, I was very scared. In addition, his first love, Oriental Wanqing, was still in the palace, so that ’s my special jealousy, love. Be jealous, he is not allowed to talk to those family members, and he is not allowed to walk near with a beautiful girl, and later ... "

"Later, he entered Wanfang Qingfang's room, and Wanqing Qingfang's girl deliberately showed me a blood-stained hipa. I was in a good position at that time and wept with him."

"Following, we went away. I was angry. He was unwilling to explain. The emperor died first. He was busy with government affairs. We couldn't say a few words a day. Sometimes he wanted to be with me at night. I just He shoved coldly. "

"Later, I gave birth to Ye Ming, and I wanted to take Ye Ming away, but thinking about Ye Ming as His Royal Highness Prince A, I left my son heartlessly, left their father and son, and left. Now. "

"Now think about it, it's all my wishful thinking."

Jun Xiqing looked at Bei Yiwu with emotion, and she looked sad and distressed. She seemed to have seen the Bei Yiwu who humbled herself for love 26 years ago.

But has Murong really not loved him?

"Auntie, let's go dancing, too. I've seen my sister-in-law dance pole dancing. I heard that when my aunt danced all over the city, all people were empty. I don't know if I have a chance to see her aunt ’s dance today?" Jun Xiqing watched Pei with great respect. Dance.

Pei Wu's mood improved, and she reached for a delicate small bowl and threw it on the carpet.

The small bowl began to spin on the carpet, and Pei Wu leapt up, dancing on her toes in the bowl.

Gosh.

Murong Jiancheng heard the suction of the audience. He lifted his eyes and saw the Peiwu dance.

Bei Yiwu replaced the cheongsam and wore a red dress. Now the red gauze skirt traversed the soft and enchanting arcs in the air.

Pei Wu was born to dance.

Murong Cheng remembered that Pei Wu danced for the first time in Jiaofang's room 26 years ago. He and Yuan Ming were both guests.

That dance sent Yuan Ming into a frenzy.

He, why not?

Mu Rongcheng's eyes followed the Pei Wu dance, and he could not move away for half a minute.

Pei Wu was very happy. At this moment, she slipped and she fell backwards.

what!

Pei Wu whispered softly, she felt that she was really bad, and the protagonist tonight wanted to perform a dog mud.

When she was about to fall, a healthy arm suddenly hooped up from the back and hugged her. Her soft body fell directly into a tall, tall arms.

"Be careful."

There was a familiar voice in my ear.

Pei Wuwu looked up and bumped into Murong Cheng's handsome and mature face.

It's him.

It was he who hugged her.

With a stagnation, Pei Wu quickly reached out to push him, "Thank you."

Murong Jiancheng didn't let go. He hasn't held her soft body for a long time. She hasn't seen a woman in these 26 years. She suddenly ran into his arms.

"What are you doing, let me go."

So many people looked at, what he meant by holding her like this, Pei Wu struggled a few times in his arms.

As soon as she twisted, there was friction between the two people, and Murong Cheng felt a fire suddenly burst into his brain.

Bei Yiwu shoved him casually and accidentally touched him somewhere, and Bei Yiwu immediately shocked.

She looked up at him.

Murong built an uncomfortable good-looking face, avoided her gaze, and then retracted her hand.

He closes his hands too quickly, and Pei Wu finds herself stomped, and suddenly doesn't stand up, she will fall again.

Murong Jiancheng stretched out his hand and quickly pulled her into his arms. "What's wrong?"

"Stomp."

Murong Cheng pressed her thin lips, then hugged her horizontally, and hurried to the room upstairs.

Jun Xiqing looked at this scene and made two beeps, saying that Murong Lang was a piece of wood, and she wasn't stupid to see it.

...

in the room.

Murong Cheng kicked the door and walked in. He put Pei Wuwu on the soft big bed.

Pei Wu Wu held his neck without letting go, and the two rolled in, and Murong Cheng pressed on her.

At this time, his raised throat was softened, and it turned out that the red lips of Pei Wu had accidentally reached his throat.

Murong built two palms on her side, stood slightly upright, and the raised man's throat rolled up and down.

Pei Wu had been a husband and wife with him, and had just accidentally bumped into him in the hall. Now she looked emotional, and she opened her mouth and bit his **** throat.

Murong Cheng's eyes were red, and a low muffled sound was heard.

The room was very quiet, and the man's low voice, like a cello, was slightly hoarse, so humming, howling.

Pei Wuwu let go of her mouth, "Murong Jiancheng, what are you humming?"

Murong Cheng looked down at her, watching her knowingly asking, making him look difficult.

He didn't speak, straightened up, picked up her right foot with a big palm, rubbed her ankle with ankle, and asked mutely, "Is it here?"