Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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The woman was lying on the bed, half of her crimson little face buried in the pillow was deeply buried in the pillow. Her greasy white back was full of kiss marks, and a thin woolen blanket was covered at the soft and concave waist. It looks like it has been raped.

Gu Mohan's powerful arms were still wrapped around her thin waist, her head was buried in her pink neck, and there was a moment of panting, smelling the fragrance on her body and waiting for the lethal charm in her body to dissipate.

"Is there a set at home?" He asked, mutely, with his thin, thin lips against the woman's white earlobe.

Tang Mo'er softly raised a comb-like Yu Jie and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost ten o'clock now, and she went home at six.

There was an empty box on the carpet, and everything was gone.

At that time, when she was an adult, she and Shiji watched the film secretly. The macho on it was over forty minutes. She didn't know how this man had so much physical energy on her. He didn't feel tired Sometimes, in a pose, the sultry dew-bone gaze seemed to invade her inside and out.

"Nothing ..." Her voice was husky and unusually sweet.

Gu Mohan held her in her arms and kissed her flushed little face half-heartedly. "There are a few in the box you bought. I haven't enough."

Six or four, Tang Moer didn't know, but she stretched out her soft white hand and pushed the Jianshuo chest he put up. "Mr. Gu, how did you come without me?"

"Without you, I adopted a free-range model for this thing. I only fed it once I remembered it. Now when I meet you, this thing seems to meet the owner. When I see you, I raise my head."

"..."

Mr. Gu's uncle came here in sets, and she was not his opponent at all. "Mr. Gu, I'm hungry."

"What do you want, noodles, I'll make it for you?"

Tang Mo'er narrowed her colorful mouth, "Is it noodles again?"

Her throat was dry and hoarse and she didn't want to eat noodles.

Looking at the woman's appearance, Gu Mohan Qinggui's handsome eyebrows overflowed with a starry smile, her long fingers clasped her small jaw to force her to look up, and her rough thumb rubbed her red and swollen mouth. This little mouth is very difficult to feed. Tell me what you want to eat. I will drive to buy it for you. "

Tang Moer remembered that it seemed that he would only read the next article, and the next time, she thought of going to the kitchen to cook a porridge or something, but the thought just passed by because she was weak.

"Want to eat porridge, sweet red bean porridge."

"Anymore?"

Tang Moer shook his head.

Gu Mohan loosened her willow waist, covered her with a blanket, then got up and got out of bed. He stood on the edge of the bed with his long legs, his long fingers raised the black shirt on the carpet, and he put on his trousers. Suddenly it changed back to that elegant and noble, high-cold abstinence man.

Tang Mo'er glanced at him, really feeling the difference in physical strength between the man and the woman. At this moment, his eyes were dark, and the man took the car key and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Sleeping for a while, I will be back soon."

"Mr. Gu, thank you."

"Don't worry, I like this little mouth tightly and can kill people, so I have to be healthy."

Tang Mo'er quickly stretched out his soft white hand to cover his thin thin lips. "Mr. Gu, don't show it off!"

Gu Mohan glanced at her with a good-looking sword eyebrow.

Tang Moer buried his little face in the pillow, and he was a little shy to show him.