Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Xuan Ying looked at the small bungalow not far away. He followed her and thought she would stay in a hotel, but she did not expect her to enter the small bungalow.

This small western-style house has a prosperous location, and it has always been affordable for those with wealth and status.

She is doing very well now, with big names and luxury cars, even the houses are so expensive.

It is not easy for a woman with a child to live outside, and Xuan Ying asked A Zhou to check the owner of this house.

The homeowner is a man, Mr. Lehlen.

Xuan Ying pressed one big palm on the steering wheel, and the other big palm held the mobile phone, turning her thin lips into a cold white arc. "Who is this Mr. Leren?"

"Master, we haven't found the background of this Mr. Leren yet, but ..." A Zhou hesitated.

Xuan Ying frowned handsomely, "dumb?"

A Zhou quickly said, "Master, I have some bold guesses myself. Miss Xia took the little girl away three years ago without receiving your hot black card. Miss Xia has become popular in the design industry for the past three years, I guess ... Could someone stand up to her in the back and do her backstage? "

"Ms. Xia is so beautiful, I heard that a lot of beautiful little girls are ... Physically, those old men provide their relationships and money, and Lulu deals ... "

Before A Zhou's words were finished, Xuan Ying interrupted, "Shut up! He is not such a girl!"

"..."

At the end, A Zhou didn't dare to speak, and he didn't say anything, that is, his own blind guessing. I did not expect that the master would be furious.

"Beep" twice, Xuan Ying directly cut off the phone.

...

Xuan Ying threw the phone into the co-pilot's seat, leaned back into the seat, raised his hand and pinched his brows.

He didn't believe the ghost words that A Zhou said.

But what is Mr. Leren in this little bungalow?

Will it be forced by Mr. Lehren?

Xuan Ying was a little cranky. He hadn't taken care of their mother and daughter in the past three years. He must have suffered a lot.

A woman born so tender and watery is in a difficult situation and is most likely to be followed by those old men who have no intention of being rich.

If he were to encounter this Leylen, he would definitely clean him up for him.

Xuan Ying's head was full of Xia Yun's charming little face, he missed her so much, he wanted to go crazy.

And Moumou ...

This time, she did not bring Mu Mou back.

Xuan Ying lit another cigarette. He picked up the phone and dialed the phone number that A Zhou had just sent him.

The phone on that end rang again, then was picked up, and a soft voice came over, "Hey, hello."

It's Xia Yuan.

Xuan Ying held a cigarette in his left hand, and the blue smoke obscured his handsome face. He stretched his tongue and licked his dry thin lips, "Well, it's me."

There was a silence for two seconds at the end. "Silver King, are you asking me something?"

"Well, Mu Mo, I want to see ... Mu Mo, don't worry, I won't fight for your daughter."

"King Noodle, Mu Mou is your daughter, you are her father, naturally you have the right to see her, but Mou Mou is not with me now, she will come tomorrow, and I will arrange for you to meet, you See how? "

"Ok."

"That line, I'll hang up first."

Xia Ling wants to hang up.

Xuan Ying's heart tightened, "Hey."

"Silver King, do you have anything else?"

Listening to her alienated voice, Xuan Ying lowered those ink eyes, "It's all right, all right ..."

"Beep" twice and hung up the phone directly.

She hung up.

Xuan Ying held the phone, took a cigarette and took a deep breath on the thin lips. Xu was too fast, he bowed his waist and coughed violently.

At this moment, when he looked up, he saw an old man out of the glass car window, about fifty years old, and drove a Rolls-Royce luxury car to the door of the small house.

Xuan Ying froze, this is Mr. Leren?

A pair of glazed ink eyes splattered the cold cold light, and the palm of the car opened the door. He stood tall with long legs, took the last cigarette, then threw the cigarette **** on the ground, and annihilated it with heavy military boots .

Xuan Ying pulled his long legs and walked over.

As soon as the old man in the car got out of the car, a strong fist slammed into it.

...

Bang bang.

The maid in the little bungalow heard the knock on the door, as if a man was knocking with his fist. The mighty strength seemed to break through the door in a second.

"Who is here?"

The maid opened the door in a hurry.

The cold wind outside invaded all of a sudden, and a tall and erect body stood beside the door. The man was too tall, like a door god, with a powerful aura.

"Who are you looking for?" The maid asked.

Xuan Ying glanced at the maid lightly, and went directly into the small house. He glanced around the eagle-eyed ink eyes, "Oh! O!"

"This gentleman, who are you, you are a private house, I'm going to call the police!"

Xuan Ying pulled his leg and went straight upstairs.

"Sir!" The maid wanted to hold Xuan Ying.

When Xuan Ying turned her head, her gloomy glance fell on the maid.

The maid was stiff, Xuan Ying was a military commander, and the self-possessed military commander of the waist rod had a stubborn qi on the scalp.

The maid never dared to say one more word.

Xuan Ying went upstairs and pushed open the door of the master bedroom.

...

As soon as he entered the room, Xuan Ying smelled a feminine fragrance of soft jade bone, which was very different from the cold wind outside. The soft bed in the room had a high pillow. In other words, it is just gentle grave.

Xuan Ying stepped in a footstep, and then heard Xia Ying's voice, "Ah, I have a bath, you can help me apply moisturizer."

Xuan Ying looked up and saw a beautiful shadow in front.

Xia Ling had just taken a bath and was lying on a cane chair by the floor-to-ceiling window. She was wearing a black backless hip skirt.

Xuan Ying Tong Ren shrank, her eyes fell on her, and she could no longer move away for half a minute.

Her entire beautiful back is exposed, and the woman's skin is like the first-class sheep fat, and she can feel the slippery hand without touching it. Her waist is deeply dented, but the lower part is His hips were up again, and they were pretty and upright. The deep S-shape almost made him nosebleed.

Xuan Ying hadn't thought about the affairs with women in the past three years, and suddenly saw such a stimulating scene, she felt like a foal rolling in her throat.

"Ama, what are you doing, come here."

Xia Yan was exhausted for a day, and now her arms were under the pillow, even her voice became a little lazy and charming.

Xuan Ying walked over.

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