"It's not that there is a nanny" As a female president who is usually very good at handling company affairs, she is always extra patient when facing her lover, and she is not as cold as rumored, but her temperament is still there, and when she turns her face sideways, she looks very good.
Mr.
Bo's hand did not move, as if he knew that she was uncomfortable, but his breath still fell on her snow-white neck: "The nanny is not delicious." ” Not surprisingly, the back trembled: "I'll cook you some porridge." ” "I don't want to drink porridge now" is probably too obvious to imply, because his slender fingers have been placed on the buttons of her suit, with a smile, and his voice is a little deep: "Nine is not here today." ” I can't resist the temptation.
Even if someone said that the one in that house would not be as simple as he seemed.
But I still can't resist.
And he is like a little milk dog in front of her, always based on her comfort.
Only in this kind of thing will the ruthless side be revealed.
When I realized that I was being picked up against the displacement table, the temperature in the room was already very high, and everything seemed to be indescribable.
Only the heartbeat that rises and falls in the ears.
And the feeling she couldn't control anymore.
It's not even too late to ask where he's gone today. was brought into the entanglement by his whole person.
It's probably that the two didn't meet through a relationship.
So, even now.
She still can't let go sometimes.
But the one younger than her didn't allow her to let go. always tried his best to keep her calm and nothing.
The sound of buttons falling on the ground was very loud.
It's always a shame.
When the numbness hit, I felt that the person was not mature.
How can it be a little milk dog.
Probably when we met for the first time, it was too impressive.
She picked him up and took him home.
Raised by her at home.
It seemed to be her possession as a matter of course.
From the realization of marriage, it was only three days.
She never asked him if he wanted to.
Now that my daughters are four and a half years old, it seems that it is a bit inappropriate to ask such a question again.
But why is the person in front of him, the older he gets, the younger he gets.
On the contrary, she is already three years older than him, and she is about to get old.
I don't know why, he can't seem to see it.
Is it because young people are more in demand?
When I think of this, my mind will inevitably drift.
He was dissatisfied with her inattentiveness, leaned down and bit her collarbone: "Mrs.
Bo, is the temptation outside too great, so you don't even pay attention to going home?"
She shouldn't have asked him He is still in graduate school.
How hot those juniors in college were, the last time she drove to pick him up, she saw it all.
Those people didn't seem to mind that he still had her family nine on his head.
Men who say they have children are more attractive.
Some people say that he can't already have children at his age.
He really doesn't look like a father.
She remembered the one sitting on the steps of the university, looking at her with the same expression, as if she were a heinous villain if she let them go again.
Eighty percent of Nine's personality is inherited from him.
She also knew that those college babes thought she was his sister when they saw her pick him up.
But she never told him about it.
After all, young graduate students are more likable.
It's just that he seems to be busy lately Looking at the face in front of him, which was obviously not in a state, Mr.
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Bo's eyes narrowed, and the strength of his hands was obviously heavier.
She also wanted to struggle: "Don't, clothes" "There are many more of these suits at home."
When the breath is really hot.
The snow was still falling outside.
In the dark, only each other's body temperature is constantly rising.
Her whole body was covered with a thin layer of sweat from his toss.
He pulled her long hair away from his face and let her hands wrap around his neck, his eyes as deep as the night outside.
Honestly, his wife, when will he stop thinking about age?
He was younger than her, and he didn't want to.
But in her eyes, he always seems to be not big.
After chuckling, Mr.
Bo hugged the tired beauty horizontally, and resumed his image as a little milk dog.
The weather outside didn't clear until the next day.
When the sun is shining.
Everything seems alive.
The European-style courtyard is always particularly beautifully manicured.
Lawns and trees will definitely be there, as well as white fences that wrap around.
On one side of the wall, there are green plants climbing with the sunlight, shaking out fragmented silhouettes.
Qin Mo stretched out his hand to block it, but he still felt dazzling, which made him subconsciously lower his eyes.
Unexpectedly, what caught my eye was a white and tender sleeping face.
When a tiger falls asleep, it is as if it were really a little angel.
The eyelashes are very dark and long, with distinct roots, and when they are struck, they can even fall on the face, and the cheeks are fleshy.
The mouth was slightly open, holding his thumb, and he moved, very skinny.
Not only that, but one of her hands was on her waist, as if she was protecting him.
Qin Mo took a deep breath.
Did this little tiger think that she was taller than herself, so she used this kind of holding posture to hold him?
After clearing his expression, he originally wanted to lift the small blankets on the two people and get out of bed.
As soon as her fingers moved, she was heard shouting: "Indifference." ” She didn't wake up, and the indifference was unintentionally screamed.
Maybe it's a dream or something.
But that kind of tiger-angry little milk voice still made Qin Mo have a soft-hearted heart that he shouldn't have.
He did not call anyone up, but stretched out his hand and put it on her forehead.
The two of them were close together.
So that you can touch it when you raise your hand.
As far as Qin Mo is concerned, he has never been so close to any of his peers.
After testing the other party's temperature, he turned his face away again.
I didn't know how to fall asleep in this position last night.
The little tiger can't be let know anyway.
It's also a pity for our Young Master Qin.
Before you get to know a certain tiger cub.
Young Master Qin never knew what black history was.
But now, when I think of the height difference between each other, when I think of him being picked up from the bathtub by a little tiger yesterday, and when I think of being looked at by the other party as a girl because of my appearance.
Qin Mo couldn't help but squint his eyes, and when he got up, he felt a little uncomfortable in his throat, so he loosened the neckline of his pajamas, and planned to go to wash.
It's just that before he could take a step, the voice behind him sounded, the man didn't seem to have woken up yet, and his voice was still milky and vague: "Indifferent, why did you wake up, do you want to pee I want to go too, let's go together." ” aa2705221: