President Daddy is super strong

Song Qingyun's words are over, waiting for the person at the other end of the phone to answer.

But what I didn't expect was to get hung up directly.

Some speechless shrugs. Well, he's used to it.

Although Mo yanjue did too much, he had to help him as a brother, didn't he?

It's not easy to have a opposite sex after so many years alone. Anyway, we should open a bottle of wine to celebrate.

The long fingers holding the scalpel all the year round quickly copied a note that should be paid attention to during the physiological period of girls, and then click send.

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listen to the wechat prompt sound and have a long leg.

The languid posture leans on the doorframe side, took out the mobile phone in the pocket again.

Dense small characters are particularly detailed, what can be eaten, what can not be eaten, what can be done, what can not be done.

The first one is that no drinking is allowed.

And she's still drunk like that today, and she's still asleep.

Frowning, he took up his cell phone and strode downstairs.

"Tell the kitchen to boil a bowl of ginger and brown sugar water."

"Yes, sir." When Wang Bo, the housekeeper, received the order, his heart was also shaking.

Brown sugar water?

What does the president want brown sugar water for?

Though he had doubts in his heart, he kept quiet and walked quickly to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, the ginger and brown sugar water boiled well, and Uncle Wang came over with trembling.

"Sir, the ginger and brown sugar water is ready. What do you think?"

"Give it to me!" After a few seconds of silence, Mo yanjue stood up from the sofa and uttered such a sentence under the frightening low air pressure.

Wang Bo quickly turned the hot potato and stood respectfully on the spot, looking coldly up the stairs.

It was not until the figure turned up the corridor that he could see it that he gave a light sigh of relief.

Since miss Muqiqi came to the house, the gentleman has become unusual.

I don't know if it's good or bad... Wang Bo shakes his head and turns out to go out of the living room.

*In the bedroom upstairs.

Muqiqi is a very unworthy lady lying on her side. Her arms and legs press the quilt under her, just like holding a big bear.

The body in light blue pajamas is exposed, round and warped, with even and slender legs exposed. The skin is white and tender as snow, sending out attractive charm.

The man standing by the bed just glanced at it lightly, and there was a kind of confused sense of vision in his brain.

He slipped his Adam's apple hard and put the tray and small bowl on the bedside table.

Slightly bent over, he reached out his hand, his long fingers gently stroked her red and attractive lips, gentle and gentle, for fear of waking people up suddenly.

As a result, he was wrong. This man, let alone wake up, shook hard, called softly, and was indifferent.

Some speechless looked at the brown sugar water placed on the bedside table, and Mo yanjue's heart was half cold.

We had a good time together!

Gently kissed on the woman's lips, he dragged his body back to his room.

The cold water sprays from the flower sprinkling, the upright posture stands below motionless, the bronze color back soon crawls the water drop.

Even so, he ordered himself not to think about those things, but the graceful figure of the woman was like the water pouring down, constantly drilling into his mind.

At night, it's very quiet.

After several times of tossing and turning, the tall figure finally lies on the bed