CEO's Forced Love

Commander Huo returned to the master bedroom and found that the old lady got up again in the middle of the night and was sitting by the bed with her jewelry box.

"Which is more suitable for you?" Mrs. Huo took out a gold bracelet and a necklace for her husband to choose.

Commander Huo glanced obliquely, did not express any opinions, took off his shoes / bed, closed his eyes and turned around.

Seeing the old man with his back to himself, Mrs. Huo butted him with her elbow: "when I talk to you, I always have to give some gifts when I come home first."

Commander Huo refuted her: "the eight characters haven't been written yet. What do you give blindly?"

"It's just because I haven't left yet! They say that we have to see each other's parents before looking for a partner. We make a good impression on the girl, and she is more interested in the second child."

Mrs. Huo told commander Huo about her conversation with Qiu Qiu in the guest room.

"Her father is a small business selling electrical appliances. It seems that Grandpa works in the town government. Tomorrow I'll ask Zhong Xiao when to see his in laws. Autumn will be 20 years old next year. According to the law, he can get a marriage certificate..."

Commander Huo couldn't listen anymore. He sat up and said, "you old woman, the more you talk, the more you talk. You mean to let your son ask a young girl to be his wife!"

"Why are you embarrassed? That's my son's charm. Those with broken mouths are envy, jealousy and hatred. They have the ability to ask their son to find a little girl."

Commander Huo: "

Mrs. Huo's expression suddenly became serious and said to her husband earnestly, "don't hold on to your age. I really feel good about this little girl, but I'm a little shy. I blush when I talk about the second child. I should really like the second child. I'm worried that the sullen nature of the second child will ignore her when I get married in the future."

Then the old lady seemed to think of something, and her face changed slightly: "do you think their in laws will dislike Zhongxiao? He can be a father's brother like that."

Commander Huo really didn't want to say anything more. He pulled the blanket over his face and went to sleep!

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At the same time, the "shy" little girl in Mrs. Huo's mouth is attacking her muggy son.

The light is always on in the bedroom.

Huo Zhongxiao was half sitting and half lying at the head of the bed. He slightly lowered his head and smelled the smell of shampoo in the girl's hair. Her head was resting on her chest. From this point of view, he could only see the hair on her head, red ears and white and tender skin on her back neck.

The restless little hand moved under the blanket and fumbled to untie the rope around the waist of his trousers.

Reason told him to stop in time and not let her do whatever she wanted, but the body couldn't help but want to indulge her.

When the soft boneless little hand tentatively extended from the edge of his pants, Huo Zhongxiao's Adam's apple loosened. For him, such an experience had never been before. Let a woman hold him and play. Those correct life dogmas in the past made him never think that he would do such absurd things one day.

At this moment, he not only felt absurd, but also nervous and exciting lingered in his chest, even with some unspeakable shame.

Ye Zhiqiu's body is close to the man around her.

Her left hand slowly slipped into Huo Zhongxiao's trousers and touched the edge of her shorts. The temperature on her face was getting higher and higher. She was curious and timid, but she didn't give up halfway. She tentatively touched it across the fabric of her shorts. It was like a dormant monster, and she was very honest.

When her fingertips gently swept past, the string in Huo Zhongxiao's brain suddenly tightened, and his body's senses became extremely sensitive.

Ye Zhiqiu's hand has reached into his shorts.

The warmth of the palm of her hand made her heart beat faster, touching her slowly and astringently.

Then, she once again appreciated the magic of the male body. That morning, the hard feeling against her appeared again. It was like the sudden eruption of volcanic magma, which was getting hotter and hotter, and seemed to burn her palm. The booming pulse made her blush, and the man's breath on her head became heavier and heavier.

Gradually, ye Zhiqiu could not hold her hand. She felt dry mouth and a heart almost jumped out of her throat.

In the quiet bedroom, ye Zhiqiu's voice sounded, "can I have a look again?"

The throat rolled violently for a few times. Huo Zhongxiao knew that he was talking now. His voice must be very dumb. The most sensitive part of his body was still held by her. Seeing that she still had the tendency to touch down, he immediately firmly pressed her mischievous little hand: "just said, just touch it."

As soon as the words were spoken, Huo Zhongxiao's ears suddenly turned red and moved his Adam's apple uneasily.

"Why are you so stingy? I've touched it and won't let you see it."

Perhaps because of his dumb voice, ye Zhiqiu found that someone was more uncomfortable than herself, so she was not so nervous. In the pounding heartbeat, she was more and more brave. She suddenly got into the thin blanket and promised: "just take a look."

Huo Zhongxiao stretched out his hand and wanted to pull her out. He deliberately coldly said, "don't fool around again."

"Come out after reading!"

The door was suddenly knocked, and the old lady's voice came from outside the door: "Zhong Xiao, it's two thirty in the morning. Why don't you sleep?"

The two people on the bed died down in an instant.

Ye Zhiqiu hid in the thin blanket and dared not come out. She heard a "pa" sound. The light in the room dispersed and fell into darkness.

It was Huo Zhongxiao who turned off the light.

Then she heard him say, "yes

Tang some work to deal with, is ready to sleep. "

"Then you have a rest." Mrs. Huo took two steps and turned back: "Zhong Xiao, what does Qiuqiu like to eat? Let her aunt buy some to do tomorrow."

Huo Zhongxiao mentioned bamboo shoots.

After listening to his answer, ye Zhiqiu felt sweet. Unexpectedly, he still remembered that he liked to eat bamboo shoots.

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