Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Fu Rongrong's little hand was groping on his master's chest, and Fu Qinglun quickly stretched out his big palm to clasp her wrist, and threw it vigorously.

what!

Fu Rongrong screamed, and stunned and fell to the ground.

Fu Qinglun sat up, the wound on his body was faintly painful, and his handsome face was pale. At this moment, his eyes flickered, and his consciousness was a little blurred.

"Fu Qinglun, Fu Qinglun ..." A cold voice sounded in my ear.

Fu Qinglun turned his head, and those cold eyes fell on Fu Rongrong's small face. At the moment, Fu Rongrong's face became Lin Shizhen's beautiful little face.

Do not.

no.

Not poetry.

Fu Qinglun shook his head vigorously and wanted to stay awake. I don't need to guess that this reminder-there is a medicinal ingredient in love fragrance-Fu Rongrong wants to sleep and he wants to go crazy.

Fu Rongrong's eyes were bright. She would not miss this opportunity. As long as the man fell asleep and pregnant with his child, she could marry him and he would return to Fu's house.

After he stitched the wound in the hospital by himself, Mrs. Fu's attitude was determined and she no longer agreed to match her with Fu Qinglun. She knew that her mother loved Fu Qinglun and could not bear it.

This time she did what she wanted, and she promised that the charming deputy chief could take over as the director when the chief of the police retired.

Now she is the eldest daughter of the Fu family, and she can do everything easily.

Fu Rongrong stood up, she stretched out her little hand and took off the clothes one by one. "Fu Qinglun, who do you think I am? I am a poem, you poem, don't you want me?"

As if bewildered, Fu Qinglun raised his cold eyes and looked at Fu Rongrong, poem ...

His poems.

Fu Rongrong was undressed, the fair skin was exposed to the bottom of the man's eyes, and Fu Qinglun's body was burning quickly, and he rolled his throat up and down.

He hasn't touched poems for a long time.

Thinking of her every night.

He had that kind of video on his mobile phone, and when he wanted her, he showed it up, but he didn't quench his thirst at all.

Seeing thirsty.

Now Lin Shizhen's beautiful little face appeared in his sight, and he took the initiative to punch him.

"Poetry ... Poetry ..."

Fu Rongrong came over, "Fu Qinglun, I'm Shi Shi, come to me, I miss you so much."

Fu Rongrong pounced on Fu Qinglun's body.

But he didn't rush, and he banged, and a wooden stick hit Fu Rongrong's head.

Fu Rongrong closed her eyes, and immediately fainted.

Fu Qinglun looked up and looked at the person.

The door of the cell had been opened, and two bodyguards in black were standing by the door. A steady footsteps sounded, and a tall figure jumped into view.

Gu Mohan is here.

Today, Gu Mohan wore a white shirt with a black thin woolen coat on the outside, elegant and noble. He walked in with a wind and frost. The calm and calm air field was like the king who dominated the audience, making people feel inexplicable.

Behind Gu Mohan is the Chief of Police and the Deputy Chief of Police. The Deputy Chief knew that the catastrophe was imminent. He secretly looked at Gu Mohanying's back and wiped out his sweat.

Although Ye Cheng was under the control of Fu Jingtong, the grandfather was still in Yecheng.

At this time, the chief of the police department raised his foot, kicked the deputy director with one foot, and scolded, "You dog minion, you don't have long eyes. Even if you are serving the master, you must pick a good master and hurry up. Get out of me, want to be my place, wait for my next life! "

The deputy director of the police department made a "thump" and knelt directly. He wept loudly and begged the director.

Gu Mohan didn't see the farce. His handsome face was faint, he took off the black leather gloves on his hand and handed them to Yan Dong, then he pulled out his long legs and went into the cell.

"President, what does Fu Rongrong do?" Yan Dong asked respectfully.

Gu Mohan opened his thin lips and said indifferently, "Pick up all her clothes and leave them at the door of Fu's house, and then ask the last group of entertainment reporters to take more **** photos of her. Quiet, no time to educate my daughters, let them have a good time. "

The chief of the police department outside heard this and quickly stood upright. Fortunately, he didn't stand in the wrong team. The whole man's method was to kill people without seeing blood.

Yan Dong quickly gave the bodyguard a look, and the two bodyguards carried Fu Rongrong away.

Without that woman, Gu Mohan squatted down on one knee, his deep narrow eyes fell on Fu Qinglun's face, because of his medicinal properties, Fu Qinglun's face had burned, and Qing Han's eyes had become blurred .

"Qing Lun, are you okay?"

"Poetry ... Poetry ..." Fu Qinglun held out Gu Mohan's hand with a fair and clean grasp.

Harsh winter, ...

Chief of Police, ...

Gu Mohan glanced down at his handsome palm with a handsome eyelid, and he wanted to stun him!

Gu Mohan pulled back his hand and stood up.

"President, what should I do now? Would you like to find a woman for Fu Shao?" Yan Dong whispered.

Gu Mohan's deep narrow eyes were airtight. After a few seconds, he tickled his thin lips, then took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket and dialed a phone number.

The melodious ringtone rang again, then the phone at the other end was picked up, and a clear voice came over, "Hey."

"Qing Lun is in the cell now. Would you like to come over?"

"Mr. Gu, you are all right. I won't go." The other side had to hang up.

Gu Mohan copied the trousers pocket with one hand, and hurriedly said, "Qing Lun was reminded-Qingxiang."

The action of hanging up the phone directly froze.

Gu Mohan picked a good-looking sword eyebrow, "Qing Lun was reminded of Qingxiang, calling your name, fifteen minutes. If you don't come, I will find Qing Lun a clean chick."

After speaking, Gu Mohan hung up the phone.

...

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Shizhen had not yet come.

Yan Dong asked in anxiety, "President, time is up. I don't think Fu Shao can hold up. Miss Lin should not come."

Gu Mohan looked down at the precious watch on his sturdy wrist, and it was fifteen minutes.

"President, I don't think Miss Lin would have come. She and Fu Shao divorced, and too many things happened during this time, let her help Fu Shao medicine, she would not do it."

Gu Mohan copied his hands into his pants pockets, his face was not shocked, and a light footstep sounded in his ears, and someone came.

The comer wore a black woolen coat with a waist and a coat and hat on his head, not showing his face, but because of the waist, the woman's flexible waist and exquisite curves were exposed.

Two little white hands reached out and took off the coat and hat on his head, revealing a beautiful little face.

Lin Shizhen is here.