Mr.Fu's White Moonlight

Thinking, without waiting for Gu Jingchen to finish, Fu Shimo first put Ji Tiantian in, and then let Ji Nanchu get on the bus, so that he could do it himself.

"Mr. Fu, why do you have to be here in the back seat?" Ji Nanchu was squeezed in the middle and questioned Fu Shimo.

Gu Jingchen's car is not bad. I don't know how spacious and comfortable it is compared with Ji Nanchu's car.

Three people sitting in the back will not have any crowding.

But the problem is that the car doesn't have no position now. Fu Shimo seems very strange when he does this.

"Mrs. Fu, we are a family of three. Of course, we have to be together. Tiantian also wants to sit with us, doesn't she?"

Fu Shimo's thin lips pursed a smile and laughed with Ji Nanchu, which made Ji Nanchu almost have the illusion that they really loved each other.

"Mm-hmm, with Baba Mama!" Ji Tiantian claps her hands and is happy to agree.

For Fu Shimo, she supports everything now.

At the beginning of Ji Nan's life, it's dark, and now she feels powerless. Fu Shimo now holds on to Tian Tian, and many things have left her speechless.

"Tiantian, sit down. Uncle Gu is going to drive." From the rear-view mirror, we can see that the three people are like a family, but Gu Jingchen is an outsider, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

"Please, vice president Gu." Fu Shimo naturally saw Gu Jingchen's little action. His eyes were opposite Gu Jingchen in the rearview mirror. After a look, he left.

Fu Shimo hooked his lips. His slender hand passed through Ji Nanchu's slender waist, and his big hand held her waist.

The soft waist is just as big as Fu Shimo's hand, as if he can control and play in his hand.

At the time of touching, Ji Nanchu's waist was as stiff as if he had been electrified. He didn't dare to move. One hand carefully wanted to break Fu Shimo's hand.

What is he doing again!

Fu Shimo is also immersed in the soft touch, and his mind even drifts past the time when Ji Nanchu lost his sense of reason a few days ago.

White as snow, the skin that can be broken by blowing, delicate and soft as water, all make fu Shimo feel very familiar and confused.

Ji Nanchu has a good figure. If she didn't know, she would never have thought that she was the mother of a three-year-old.

The waist is thin without any fat, but the circumference of both upper and lower body is not ambiguous, as if the whole body's meat grows in two places.

Fu Shimo's body temperature slowly rises, as if addicted to the same, a thin hand with Ji Nanchu's waist, but his eyes fall on Ji Nanchu's long legs as straight as a model.

At the beginning of this year, Ji Nan was wearing a pair of jeans baggy shorts, revealing his long legs. His white and tender skin would blind Fu Shimo's eyes.

In broad daylight, wearing such a pair of trousers without any fabric, who do you want to seduce?

Usually, when she went out with him, it was an ankle length skirt, but now it's better. A thigh was exposed. She said that she didn't mean to show Gu Jingchen that he didn't believe a word.

Fu Shimo thought about it. He put his hand on Ji Nanchu's waist and put it away!

"Fu Shimo." Ji Nanchu shouts in a low voice. His tone is a little hasty. With warning and anger, his small face turns red slightly. His beautiful eyes stare at Fu Shimo.

Ji Nan Chu this does not speak is good, this low shout but takes the strange flavor.