Daddy, Mommy's Runaway

Although these ten catties have grown to the place where they should have grown, it makes her figure more charming and mature.

But she always believed in one word.

How can a man who can't control his body weight control his life!

She hates it!

"You put her down!"

Su QingChu said to go to the toilet, so long time didn't go back, Shen Fusang don't worry to come and have a look.

I never expected such a scene.

The girl cleverly let the man hold, drunk with Fei color cheeks with a different kind of charm.

Raw hurt his heart.

Although I know Gu Hanting and Su QingChu are married.

But through some channels, he learned that Su QingChu had been working in the office, and only appeared in Gu Hanting's life in the last month or two.

Perhaps, behind the marriage, there may be some secret.

Gu Hanting's eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold eyes shot straight at the man in the way.

If he didn't know that this heartless little woman had no interest in him, he really wanted Shen Fusang to disappear completely.

The warm touch in his arms restrained his tyranny, and the corner of his mouth outlined the arc of a winner. "Get out of the way, we're going home."

After saying that, holding a woman walking forward.

Under the pressure of Gu Hanting, Shen Fusang suddenly lost.

He involuntarily to the side to open the way, watching two people leave the back, eyes flow out a trace of unwilling.

"You want Su QingChu, and I want Gu Hanting. Let's cooperate. Let's get what we need and let's not interfere with each other."

A mature woman came out of the shadow. The light and shadow made the face unreal.

The voice of coaxing, like a magic spell, reverberated in Shen Fusang's ears.

He nodded his head.

From the beginning of the dusk to the pouring rain, only the rising water mist is left between the heaven and the earth. The rain line weaves a huge net, which blinds Gu Hanting's sight.

He took off his suit and wrapped the little woman up.

Su QingChu, who is drunk, is very restless. She is trapped in a man's arms and struggles all the time.

Gu Hanting patted the soft meat under his palm, and his voice was magnetic and hoarse, "be honest."

The driver got out of the car and held an umbrella for them.

Gu Hanting winked at the driver and asked him to cover most of his umbrella over the little woman in his arms.

The driver looked at half of the young master's shoulder exposed outside, and he wanted to say nothing, but there was nothing he could do.

Raindrops fall, gradually wet that a large shirt, skin color gradually revealed.

It was not easy to get into the car. Gu Hanting's thin hair was dripping with water, and his white shirt was very uncomfortable.

However, still just holding the little woman in her arms, holding the white towel, carefully and properly wipe the accidental splashes of water on her body.

Petite woman obediently nest in his arms, like a lovely animal.

He was so comfortable that his eyes narrowed slightly. He only had a few grunts in his mouth.

When the little woman was cleaned up, he took the white towel to clean himself up.

Slender fingers holding a white towel to wipe at will, black hair was gradually dried.

Less the usual neat rigorous, a few more silk Bohemian uninhibited, sexy mess.

If this scene falls into the eyes of any normal woman in China, I'm afraid she'll be thrilled.

But,

The only one present was su QingChu, who was drunk and saw everything.

Seems to feel a little hot, the little woman trapped in the warm arms of constant struggle.

Gu Hanting's eyebrows jumped and patted the little woman punitively.

The skin under the palm is soft and elastic, which makes people forget to return.

"Don't move."

The villain raised his big eyes and complained, "you are cruel to me."

The clear eyes of shuiyingying, flowing with the pitiful meaning of soft glutinous, make people feel angry.

A deep sigh sounded, and the man's legs went up and hugged the villain in his arms more tightly.

"Delicate bag."

Gu Hanting's deep black eyes are full of love and affection.

Gu Hanting holding a little woman from the underground garage directly to the living room, small steamed stuffed bun is honest sitting on the sofa.

As soon as I heard the news, dada ran over and looked up at Mommy.

"Is Mommy drunk?"

When Su QingChu woke up, he saw a little steamed bun with picturesque eyebrows.

Struggling to get down from the man, the steamed stuffed bun didn't let go, "where's the handsome little gentleman? Follow me up the mountain to be my husband."

Gu Hanting's forehead black line was falling down, his face was as gloomy as water.

He seems to vaguely remember that MI Tiantian, the mysterious girl, sent a novel to the little woman.

It seems to be called "YaZhai husband is a little sweet.".

Who knows why he remembered the name of the book.

The little guy's face was not only dark, but also full of grievance and sadness.

When Mommy is drunk, she doesn't know him.

Su QingChu naturally does not know the psychological activities of the father and son, she only thinks that the little baozi in front of her is a lovely foul.

In front of that white face, spare no effort to knead.

Gu Hanting picked up the little woman and strode upstairs.

"I want to sleep with mommy tonight," he said

The man stopped, even to his son, the cold voice is still the same.

"She's drunk and I need to take care of her."

Xiaobaozi was adamant, "I've grown up, I can take care of mummy."

Gu Hanting's mouth rose slightly, and he recalled a happy smile. "Since you know you are old, you can't be like a three-year-old. You're five years old. You're a man. You can't sleep with mommy anymore. "

Xiaobaozi was speechless because of his father's words.

Facing his father's cold and heartless figure, he spread out his palm and put out five fingers.

There seems to be something wrong

Gu Hanting kicked open the door of the bedroom and gently put the little woman on the bed.

Raise your hand gently lift her cheek long hair, don't in the ear.

A light brown Hibiscus face, set off by overhead chandeliers, is more and more enchanting.

It's like a red plum in the snow in winter, with incomparable beauty and warmth.

The voice of the mouth is imperceptibly with a trace of low voice that permeates people's heart, "you are good, I'll make you a cup of ginger tea."

Although the little woman didn't get much rain, he was still worried that she would catch cold.

The little woman who is sleeping only feels that there is an annoying spirit in her ear. She doesn't let people sleep well.

Raise a hand, cover that handsome face, push far away.