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 is this man going to do?
Why does he 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 became addicted to calling Miss Zhou one after another. Chen Xing found it strange that she always came and went in the study 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 finger and poked his chest hard: "It was you 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?
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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, a button on her clothes was scratched.
As he untied the pills one by one, the whole person was controlled by him in the palm of his hand. Chenxing became anxious: "Sissi said that you can't do that kind of thing before you recover."
"Ask you what's wrong, think quickly!"
That tigress Sissi kept talking in his ears about quitting sex all day long! It was just a half month of being a monk without any benefits. She was almost in good health now. 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 little bit of a naive flavor, and the sound of gasping could not be suppressed in the voice. Suddenly, his body was pressed on the desk. Chenxing saw a pen holder on the desk, and his mind buzzed.
Suddenly he remembered that a month and a half ago, when he was not injured, he hugged his uncontrolled life all day long. At that time, he once pressed himself on the desk, and the pen holder fell to the ground. He couldn't help but blush.
, Qian Qian Jade pointed at the table: "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. This pen holder is exactly the same as last time. 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 looked at me and you last time and didn't see enough. It managed to hold on for half of its life.
Waiting to watch a few more live broadcasts. How about we fulfill its last wish?"
Last wish? Poor pen holder!
She was in silence, but not long after, she started to mourn for herself. Gu Shaocheng didn't give her any time to prepare, as if as punishment, his voice threatened: "You still don't remember where you went wrong, do you?"
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?"