One Child and Two Treasures: Young Master Gu's palm is full of tenderness

Chapter 350 Can You Punish Me In Another Way? 2
Qingqing hung up the phone, and continued to smoke, this thing is so choking, why do men still like to smoke one by one?Is it really possible to solve problems?She suddenly wanted to continue trying...

Qingqing threw herself on the reclining chair in the yard at will, crossed her legs, in a buoyant posture, with a cigarette in her mobile phone, and closed her eyes as if indulging in nothingness.

This is what Gu Zhizun saw when he came out of the house. She was lying there smoking, inhaling, exhaling, inhaling again, exhaling, looking at the curling smoke, like a decadent banshee.

The heart was severely strangled.

I was so angry at that moment!

He walked over with strides, snatched the cigarette from her hand and threw it on the ground. The leather shoes were ground heavily, and he threw the whole pack of cigarettes beside him into the trash can before turning back and shouting at her condescendingly: "No more! Smoke, do you know?"

Qingqing squinted her eyes, the sun shone around his body and shone on her face, she blocked the glare of the sun with her hand, looked at the man in front of her, violent, furious, her face was distorted and out of shape!

Wearing casual clothes, but looking like a Satan in disguise as a prince.

"I ask you if you know!!!"

She stood up, respectfully: "Of course I don't dare not listen to what the young master said."

"It's too choking, and it's not easy to smoke. I won't smoke it again."

She met his eyes in the air, her eyes were extremely respectful, but he couldn't see his shadow in her eyes, he clenched his fist with one hand and pressed his forehead with the other: "We don't do this, okay? Don't call me young master."

She is not his subordinate, he does not want her to be his subordinate.

She smiled slightly: "What's your name, master?"

"Call me Zun."

"But, young master, you said, from now on, let me die as Brother Zun."

Gu Zhizun staggered back and fled in a hurry.

I feel so uncomfortable with self-blame.

She got up indifferently, went back to the room, sat in front of the computer alone and played large-scale military online games, immersed in the rumbling artillery fire and charged into battle, playing for a whole day.

He hugged her from behind, and his heart ached: "Can you punish me in another way? As long as it's not a clean slate."

"Even if you beat me hard with a whip, even if you let me spend my whole life to atone for my sins."

She smiled the same as before: "Young master, you are joking. As your subordinate, how dare I beat you with a whip. Besides, why should I whip you? Do you think it is necessary?"

She told him with her actual actions that even if he imprisoned her to death, she had withdrawn her feelings.

She will not disobey him, will not have any complaints, but she wants him to watch the old love disappear from the cracks of his fingers bit by bit, like time that cannot be grasped, grains of sand that cannot be grasped tightly, Let him personally taste the pain of his brutality.

"But I have a request, I wonder if I can ask the young master?"

"You said."

"Young master, when you have a high fever in the middle of the night, can you not hug me to sleep? It's too hot, and it's summer, so it's hard to fall asleep. If you lack a bed-mate, I'll be happy to find you one for you to enjoy."

He was so burned by her words that his hands and feet were weak, and he left again feeling sad.When he had a fever again at night, he could only silently turn his back and hug the pillow. She still said that he was too hot to sleep, so he could only lie on the sofa with the quilt in his arms and suffer repeatedly.

(End of this chapter)