519. Chapter 517 Gu Zhaza: My son is eight years old 4
As he spoke, the seat moved back slightly, and he immediately hugged her around the waist. He placed the bad girl who had made him jealous all day on his lap, and slowly inserted his hands into her clothes.
Gently moving up her back: "Ms. Zhou, is my study also a place where you can come and go freely?"
What are you doing, this man?
Why do you look like this today?
Chenxing twisted her small waist, lowered her head and lowered her eyebrows, her eyes fell on the desk in front of her, but soon her chin was pinched by him and turned back.
He was addicted to calling Miss Zhou one after another. Chen Xing found it baffling. She always came and went in the study room freely. "Sir, don't you dislike me for disturbing you?"
He narrowed his eyes: "When did we become so different?"
Chenxing pouted, stretched out her fingers and poked his chest heavily: "You were the one who called me Miss Zhou first for no reason. Also, didn't you say that when you get well, you would accompany me to T City and pick up my mother?
"
Huh! Gu Shaocheng's face sank: "Do you know where you went wrong?"
Chenxing was at a loss.
Her back was stunned, and she felt a pair of hands that reached into her clothes and gently scratched her back. Her whole body softened. Before she could notice more of the experience, the button of her bra was swiped.
He untied it piece by piece, and the whole person was controlled by him in the palm of his hand. Chenxing became anxious: "Sissi said you can't do that kind of thing before you recover."
"Ask you what's wrong, think quickly!"
Sissi, that tigress, kept telling him to stop having sex in his ears all day long! She was just a monk for half a month, without any benefits, and now she was almost in good health. He was thinking about whether to give that woman to him
Drive her out and don't allow her to step into the inner courtyard!
Chenxing took a deep breath and said, "What did I do wrong?"
The little voice was aggrieved, with a bit of a delicate and naive tone, and the sound of breathing could not be suppressed in the voice. Suddenly, his body was pressed on the desk. Chenxing saw a pen holder on the table, and his mind buzzed.
Suddenly he remembered that a month and a half ago, when he was not injured, he carried his promiscuous life all day long, that
There was one time when he pressed himself on the desk, and the pen holder fell to the ground. He couldn't help but his cheeks turned red, and he pointed at the table with his bright jade fingers: "Is this pen holder the same as before?"
When Gu Shaocheng heard this, his mood suddenly changed. He looked at her thoughtfully and smiled: "Why are you thinking about last time... Haha, just say it directly, why bother hinting to me in a roundabout way..."
Chenxing retorted shyly: "What are you talking about? I'm just curious. Look, this pen holder is exactly the same as last time."
Same, if it survived last time, it would be a miracle."
"This is the one from last time." Gu Shaocheng lowered his body and gently bit the back of her neck, "It didn't get enough of me and you the last time it looked at me. It was holding on for half its life just waiting for another chance.
Watch the live broadcast a few times. How about we fulfill its last wish?"
Last wish? Poor pen holder!
She was in silence when she felt Gu Shaocheng spread her legs. Not long after, something slowly pushed forward, as if as punishment, without giving her enough time to lubricate: "I still can't remember what I did wrong, right?"
no?"
Chenxing couldn't help but let out a low cry.
"I really don't know."
Gu Shaocheng moved slowly and hummed: "Who gave you the right to knit sweaters for others?"