Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【339 Vinegar Floats Hundreds of Miles】

Zhizhi's face immediately became tense, and he grabbed the stone and said, "Shitou, are you injured?"

Shi Shi glanced at the young master, raised the thing the size of a sesame seed on his right arm, and said speechlessly, "I was bitten by a mosquito, and Daddy wants me to have a full body checkup."

Her son is the cutest, most normal and smartest, so... Zhizhi couldn't help but complain to Nangong Jue, "Master, why are you so crazy?"

The young master gave Zhizhi a stare, ordered people to take the little stone away, and then closed and locked the door.

After a series of flowing movements, he walked over, hugged Miss Song, lowered his head, and gnawed on her!

Zhizhi was taken aback by this sudden scene, and said with a pale face, "Are you really crazy?"

"Miss Song, if you make that expression for other men in front of me in the future, that's the fate!"

He whispered, lowered his head and buried Zhizhi's neck and began to bite...

She really knew this man well enough.

The smell of vinegar is so strong!

Zhizhi felt a little hurt from being bitten by him, so she pushed him with a low breath, "Don't bite me."

He bites.

The little touch in my heart just now was dissipated by his bite, Zhizhi became angry, "It hurts, don't bite!"

"It's right if it hurts," he said in a resentful tone, "Remember how much it hurts."

After speaking, he lowered his head again, and covered the tooth marks he bit off just now, Zhizhi snorted, feeling that the skin was about to be torn apart by him.

Wanting to struggle, but feeling that his body was being pressed against him and he couldn't move, Zhizhi pushed his shoulders vigorously with both hands, gnashing his teeth, "Young master likes to bite so much, next time I'll buy you molar cakes, give you canned food, and feed you bones ..."

He immediately raised his head, bit her lower lip, and when he heard her groaning, he immediately covered his lips, completely covering her words, and swallowed her voice in his stomach.

This man, when he meets something he doesn't like to hear, he will kiss him.

Blocking the conversation takes advantage again!

Depend on!

Miss Song leaned forward and wanted to bite back, but when his teeth clenched, he retreated dexterously, leaving her lips, staring at her red and swollen lips, smiling with satisfaction.

Zhizhi used too much force, bit her own stone, and hurriedly covered her mouth in pain...

Ya ya ya ya!

It's not a good thing to meet this man!

She glared at him like a young lioness ready to fight at any time, full of resentment, anger and a bit of ruthlessness that wanted to peel him alive...

Nangongjue raised his eyebrows and announced, "You look like you are trying to confuse me."

Her stiff tongue hadn't recovered yet, she felt her body lighten, she was picked up by him, turned around and placed on the table, her soft lips covered her without any hesitation, wrapping her body warmly The tip of the tongue turned 180 degrees in a gentle manner as if intending to soothe the wound.

Zhizhi wanted revenge, but the sudden tenderness made her startled, she accidentally closed her eyes, leaned on his arm and kissed him deeply.

The young master's kissing skills have never been good, sometimes it will hurt her, and sometimes it will make people feel that it is a random grab. Fortunately, Miss Song's kissing skills are also inferior, and she has only kissed two men in her life.

That man was very gentle and cherished himself, but he couldn't make her feel this desire deeply.

When they were kissing, she could feel Nangong Jue's heart beating fast and his breathing short of breath, every movement and touch---in every movement and touch---was a kind of fire---passion Yu that wanted to occupy her.

Zhizhi was still panting slightly, hugged his neck and sighed, "Forget it, don't kiss anymore, my tongue is numb."

He stroked her lips with one hand, his eyes darkened, "Miss Song, it hasn't started yet."

Zhizhi hugged her chest and shouted, "No beasts, you!"

"Just now my son asked me if you agree with him returning to the Nangong sect." His hands had already covered her round hands, and his voice gradually became hoarse. "I think it's time to cook the raw rice."

"Isn't that familiar enough? My son is already eight years old." Zhizhi grabbed his hand that was poking into her clothes, and smiled slightly. Popcorn, that's useless!"

"Don't forget that you said that you only want me as a man," he whispered, rubbing his fingertips against her earlobe, "Miss Song, be my woman."

This was the first time he would ask her.

"you……"

He was so serious all of a sudden, reminding Zhizhi of what he had said, his face was inevitably reddish, his earlobe felt numb from his touch, and he didn't have much strength to struggle, and said in a low voice: "You can't bear it." Forbearance?"

"No."

His big hand pinched her chest, and he slapped his hand with a hot cry...

"I want you," he said again, his hands already moving.

Zhizhi was trapped in his arms, leaning against him softly, sitting on the table and being leaned against by him, her face was blushing, and she couldn't say anything to refuse for a while.

Nangong despaired of her occasionally shy appearance, and couldn't help smiling.

His Miss Song is still very shy.

Rolling up her blouse and T-shirt, taking it off and throwing it aside, Nangong Jue kissed her collarbone with his head hooked. The long and thick kisses fell, causing Zhizhi to puff up his chest while panting lowly. She clutched his shirt tightly with both hands. There was a warm light in his eyes, "You have to make sure it's lighter."

"En", he replied in a low voice, his eyes were already dark red, and his whole body was full of desire, "I won't hurt you."

Zhizhi glanced at his chest, slightly annoyed, "I'm afraid your injury will recur, you idiot..."

He kissed his lips passionately, entangled and writhed, a pair of big hands tore open her bra, threw it aside, covered it with his big hands, rubbed it gently with his fingertips, until at least the pink bud (bud) stood firm and straight in his palm ——

He bowed his head, bit her plump bite, exclaimed in pain, and backed away.

His big hand supported her waist to prevent her from moving, and he unbuttoned her shorts with one hand. Just as he was about to tear it off, Zhizhi saw his intention and quickly grabbed his hand and shouted, "Don't tear it!"

Nangong Jue paused, Zhizhi lowered his eyebrows, and with a shy face, he said something commanding, "One of my favorite shorts, you are not allowed to tear it."

This expression and tone are enough to make the young master feel like iron in an instant.

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