Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Feeling his rough palm distressed and pitifully rubbing her red fist, Pei Wu suddenly felt softened.

In the dim light, his calm and elegant appearance has been affected by the years.

She knew he had worked hard for half his life.

"What do you like that Elle?" Pei Wu asked.

Murong Cheng looked up at her.

"She is much younger than me, but she has me beautiful, has my figure, and can I serve you comfortably?"

Pei Wu reached out and hooked her shoulder strap. "Look carefully, you are willing to divorce me?"

Murong Cheng's eyes followed her movements. Suddenly, his nose became hot and he really bleeds.

She danced for a moment, and she was just frustrated, so she moved too much and did not expect him to have a nosebleed.

She quickly drew a few tissues and covered his nose. "You man ... don't you look like you haven't seen the world, okay?"

Murong Jiancheng has not seen any storms in this life, but he has never seen a woman.

His ears were uncomfortably red.

Pei Wu wiped his nosebleed. "Such a person of this age will not take care of himself. I would not have teased you if I knew it. You can sit and rest for a while, and I will get you a towel ..."

She turned and left.

Murong stepped forward and hugged her directly from behind.

Bei Yi danced a stalemate.

Murong Jiancheng hugged her tightly. In this world, only she would stab him like he just did.

In her heart, he was never a monarch, but her husband.

Her warmth made him reluctant.

"Dance dance." He leaned down, burying Jun's face in her neck, calling her name as she kissed her.

Pei Wu raised her red lips, and she turned around, pushing her hands against his chest and pushing them back, pushing him directly onto the soft big bed.

Murong Jiancheng reached out and hugged her soft and boneless body. "Doesn't it hurt the waist again? Is it starting to trouble again?"

Pei Wu Wu grabbed his big palm and placed it on his waist. "It hurts, give me a rub."

Murong Cheng's eyes darkened, and he rolled over, directly suppressing her ...

...

After half an hour.

Murong Cheng turned over and rolled out. He stretched out a healthy arm and rolled Pei Wu's slippery body into his arms.

The body was covered with silk quilts, and the bodies of the two people were sticky and greasy, all sweaty.

Murong Jiancheng half arrived at the bedside, and he was still soothing in the clouds. It felt like he was twenty years younger and he was in his prime.

This woman is like opium and is addicted to it.

Murong Cheng kissed her red lips, and Pei Wu raised her head, her face crimson catching the tip of his tongue.

After kissing for a while, Murong Jiancheng released her, but tightened her body tighter.

Why did the two roll into the bed?

"I didn't wear a suit just now, are you okay?" Murong Cheng suddenly remembered this.

Pei Wu lazily nestled in his chest, "If you are pregnant, I will give you another one, and you will be 46."

Murong Cheng's old face blushed and his voice was lowered. "Ye Ming is so big, don't let people read jokes."

"People are not jokes, but envy. I envy you that you are so old and physically good, and that I can conceive."

Murong Jiancheng felt that this sentence was very useful. He lowered his eyes and kissed the hair of Wu Bei Wu Wu. "Yu Wu, we don't want to regenerate. I think you worked hard at night, and I worked very hard."

Pei Wu looked up, looked at him in Yingying's eyes, reached out and hugged his neck, and she turned over him. "Okay Murong is built, you turned the old account with me, right? , I never let you touch? "

Murong Jiancheng quickly wrapped her in silk, afraid she might catch cold. "I didn't say that."

Peel danced on him, sweetly, "We'll make it up later."

after?

Does he have any future?

Murong Jian thought of his body.

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing him in a daze, Pei Wu reached out and poked at him secretly. "We just slept just now, and we're sleeping well. Do you want to divorce me?"

Murong Jiancheng held her firmly, anxious to rub her into her body. "Never leave, we don't leave."

Pei Wu danced happily around his neck and looked up to kiss him, "I want to reward you."

Murong Jiancheng pulled the quilt up, and two people hid in it.

At this time, the knock of the door rang, and a voice came from outside, "Monarch."

The quilt was pulled apart, and Pei Wuwu's crimson face was revealed. She reached out and pushed the man. "Husband, someone is looking for you."

Murong Cheng raised his head reluctantly. Anyone who was disturbed at this moment would be displeased.

Pei Wu rolled into the bed with a smile, "You go and see what happened."

Murong Jiancheng put on his hands and put on his pants and put on his shirt. Although some of his clothes were disheveled, he immediately returned to a calm and majestic monarch.

He went to the door and opened the door.

"Monarch, it's not good. Dongfang Wanqing, who was being held in prison, has been taken away by others." His whispers reported.

Murong Jiancheng's eyes flashed, "I see, I'll be right away."

Closing the door, Murong Cheng returned to the bed and kissed the kiss on the forehead. "I have some urgency to deal with. You must sleep well and don't go out and run around."

Bei Yiwu grumbled dissatisfied. "In the future, you should leave it to your son to handle it. Let him go overtime and let him go on business trips. We will be responsible for playing.

Murong Cheng laughed, "Good idea."

Husband and wife are set to shoot one by one, Lu Yeming next door, ...

...

Murong Jiancheng rushed to the lawn outside, Dongfang Wanqing was caught and sat on the ground with a grim expression.

"Where is Yuan Ming?"

Murong built a sword and eyebrows, and the secret road was not good.

Yuan Ming's real goal was the Pei Wu dance in the room.

"Hurry up and block the entire White House!" Murong Cheng commanded Shen Sheng.

At this time, the lights were bright, a large number of people came, Lu Yeming's low magnetic voice sounded, "Yuan Ming, you can't escape, let my mother go!"

Murong Jiancheng looked up, and Yuan Mingzhang walked with Pei Dance.

Just now, he talked softly with him, and the woman who loved and showed up fell on the hands of other men in a blink of an eye. It was in danger of life. Murong Cheng looked cold and looked at Yuan Ming, "Yuan Ming, fast There is no dance, what's the matter, you just come at me. "

Yuan Ming laughed, "Murong Jiancheng, you and my brother, you don't know that the person I hate most in my life is you!"

"You are above me everywhere, occupying all the glory and light. At that time, you favor Oriental Wanqing, so I pursued Wanfang Dongqing enthusiastically, and finally coaxed her into my hands."

"However, you just met the dance of the cricket."