Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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He was twenty years older than her, and she could live twenty years less.

After all, they can return to the same place and be buried together.

Huo Yanmei was shocked. She was shocked by An An's words. After ten seconds, she regained her anger. "An An, you are obsessed with Lu Yan. It's okay. When you become Junxun's woman, you will feel that way. The defense line will be conquered. You will forget Lu Yan and follow Junxun wholeheartedly. Junxun is a good destination that can be entrusted for life! "

"No, I don't!" An An shook her head vigorously, and she stepped back. "Mom, don't force me, I'm your daughter, how can you use these insults on me? When you were drunk and derailed, Superimposed unbearable disasters on my life, Lu Yan saved me, and he gave me a new life! "

That year's drunkenness was derailed ...

This matter was mentioned in person by her daughter. Huo Yanmei's face was already ugly. She gave the maid behind her a wink, "What are you waiting for, bring the young lady to the room upstairs!"

...

The rooms.

An An was lying weakly on the soft big bed. Li Junxun stood by the bed and looked at the beauty.

An'an's delicate skin was covered with a layer of light powder, like a newly bloomed rose flower, a slender feather like a butterfly cicada, trembling weakly, giving birth to a slight beauty, and a slightly bright red mouth, revealing the inside His teeth have turned Li Junxun's handsome face into red.

He slowly reached out and touched An An's face.

An An turned away and avoided.

Li Junxun was stagnant, and then said softly, "An'an, auntie is all for your good. Ye Yan is dead. Please forget him. In the future ... I will be good to you, I swear."

He loved An An, fell in love at first sight, and good-bye, and he still missed her abroad for the past three years.

He will be responsible to her and be nice to her.

An An was so weak that she looked at the crystal chandelier above her head, and two small hands tugged at the sheets under her.

At this time, the bed side collapsed, and Li Junxun went to bed.

He reached for his clothes button.

The buttons were scattered one by one, revealing the girl's white skin like chicken eggs, Li Junxun leaned down and went to kiss An An's face.

At this moment he kissed the moist and bitter mouth.

An An quietly dangles the feathers of a butterfly like a cicada, and two lines of crystal tears slip from the corner of his eyes.

Red lips lightened, and she whispered, "Ayan ..."

She's calling Lu Yan's name.

...

Lu Yan was lying on the sofa. He didn't fall asleep, just closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it was, a click, and the door opened.

A stream of light footsteps came from his ears, and then there was darkness in his eyes as someone stood by his sofa.

Lu Yan slowly opened his eyes and narrowed his eyes. An An was back. She stood by the sofa and looked at him.

The little girl with a big slap in the face was very white, and her solitary and cold light flashed in those wonderful eyes.

Lu Yan's eyes faded, "What's wrong?"

He reached out his rough palm and shook her little hand.

hiss.

An An snorted.

Lu Yan glanced quickly, and her little white and tender fingers were scalded with a large piece of red. The girl's skin was delicate, which was particularly noticeable.

"How did you get burned?" Lu Yan sat up, instinctively, and put her little hand in her mouth.

His pain for her was about to overflow.

An An's white eyes were red, and big tears fell out. She loved him and made her suffer.

When she heard her cry, Lu Yan froze and raised her head. The girl's small face was covered with teardrops, and the crying pear flower was raining.

His brown pupil shrank, his chilling features forced a bit of chill, "Someone bullied you?"

An An shook her head. "No."

Lu Yan stunned the coffee table in front of him, "So what are you crying? Don't cry, the crying man is upset!"

Seeing her cry, he was upset.

An An smoked a little red nose and whispered, "I originally fried you a bowl of egg fried rice, but the bowl was destroyed ..."

Lu Yan's handsome eyes moved, and her heart suddenly softened completely. She fried him fried eggs?

He looked up at her aggrieved look, reprimanded, "Just for this? You eat steak for Lao Tzu and fried rice with rice, eat a p, stop eating!"

"..."

An An's heartbroken sadness, but when he said that, she burst into tears and laughed, this man!

She rushed up, two small hands around his neck, and Yan Hong's little mouth moved to his eardrum. She whispered, "Lu Yan, are you really not married?"

Xinxiang's soft little body fluttered over like this, and Lu Yan quickly stretched out her arms and caught her lumbar limbs with a tight grip, pursed her thin lips, and he whispered, "No knot."

An An held his handsome cheek with a small hand, and kissed the scum on his lips.

His scum was cold and stinging. When she kissed her, she quickly hurt her soft red lips, but she kissed him and liked his scum and his masculinity.

She must have tortured him intentionally, because she kissed his crap, not his lips.

Her kiss was like a kitten, soft and tender.

Lu Yan clasped her waist and wanted to kiss her red lips.

But the girl's two little hands slid to his Ying Ting's shoulders, and suddenly pushed him down on the sofa.

Jianshuo's waist and abdomen pressed down, and she sat up.

"Do you still wear trousers when you sleep?" Her two small hands went to loosen the belt around his waist.

He didn't wear the shirt and his naked upper body, but he wore trousers and a belt around his waist.

Lu Yan grabbed her little hand, "What?"

"Let me see."

"Where do you look?"

"Look at your amputation."

Lu Yan chuckled, revealing a little self-deprecation, "What's so beautiful will scare you."

So he wears trousers?

An An pushed his big palm away, and opened his belt flexibly with his small hand, pulled down his pants chain, and then plucked his pants down, exposing the amputation of his right leg.

The area he had cut off was red and swollen, as if a perfect handicraft had been shattered and become incomplete.

He is no longer perfect.

An An stretched out his small hand, and touched the place where he was intercepted by the soft fingertips.

Lu Yan's muscles hardened piece by piece. He thought of getting up, but he was in the air, and his tall and heavy body fell back to the sofa all at once. All the feelings were concentrated on her soft little hand. He fumbled slowly on his amputated limbs, with gentle movements and pity, like treating rare treasures.

The brown eyes were a little bit red, and the man's raised throat knot rolled up and down, and he felt she was killing him.

This feeling is more than a hundred times more exciting than the entanglement of men and women. He has never tried this feeling. The numbness of her little hands was irritated, the healthy waist and abdomen swelled open, and rushed into the limbs.