President's Private Spoil Rule

Fu Qingyu didn't notice his difference, but still said excitedly, "I heard that my face looks like an old lady, but my facial features are a little more like my father. Although I have no impression of my father, I think he is really good. After all, he is responsible for my handsome appearance. "

No one has ever boasted that he is so straight.

She had no memory of her father, but she was still beautiful.

The haze in Zuo Shaoqing's heart went away. Looking back at her, she saw that her eyes were still burning.

"I haven't seen old sect leader Fu before his death, but ye Rui has." Zuo Shaoqing looked at her and smiled. Every child wants to inquire about his parents' past. He is hinting that she can ask Ye Rui.

Like Zuo Xiaoyou, when she first knew who her biological parents were, she had a series of questions. Mother is not good-looking, warm and gentle. She is like a father or a mother. She is simple, but she yearns very much.

Fu Qingyu seldom agrees with his words. She put her hands on the seats on both sides of her body, her shoulders were supported, and she looked thinner and thinner. She smiled and said, "no, the old lady told me a lot about my father. Dad is a hero in my heart. If you ask Ye Rui, he must have nothing to do with my father. "

Zuo Shaoqing smiled: "if ye Rui really thought your father had nothing to do, he would not return Mo Ruyi to you, or he would take over the Green Eagle himself. Sapphire, look at people, look deep. "

Fu Qingyu looked at him and blinked: "you preach so handsome."

Zuo Shaoqing's face was a little red. He didn't like preaching, but he always wanted to tell her the truth he summarized. If you are not careful, you will expose your old age.

Fu Qingyu smiled obscene, "or you'll be my teacher in the future. You're much better than the old men."

Zuo Shaoqing suddenly got up, put his hands on her side, held her hands on the seat, and kissed her.

Kiss deeply and shallowly, step by step, and the soft tip of the tongue is sent into her slightly opened throat, hooked against the root of the tongue and deep into the sensitive little tongue.

The sensitivity in her lips and teeth was instantly ignited. Fu Qingyu wanted to reach out to hold him, but her hand was held by him and pressed on the chair.

A soft chant overflowed from her lips and teeth, gently in the overlapping lips and teeth of the two people.

When the ferris wheel slowly fell from the top, Zuo Shaoqing released her. His head hung on her ear and gasped gently, with a very obvious sense of restraint.

Fu Qingyu was hot all over, and her whole body seemed to be lit, making her mouth dry.

"Shao, Shaoqing..."

She opened her mouth and lost her voice. She coughed and then said, "little, Shaoqing, I, I'm a little uncomfortable..."

His lips bit her earlobe and smiled in her ear: "let's change places."

Ten minutes later, when Fu Qingyu looked at the door number of the hotel room, the evil fire just pressed down in his heart immediately burned.

Hotel, hotel

Fu Qingyu was full of Zuo Shaoqing's white body, beautiful lines and flawless body curves.

Zuo Shaoqing looked at her standing at the door and turned to look at her, "come in."

Without hesitation, Fu Qingyu closed the door and went in.

It seems that someone has already arranged it.

The presidential suite, Kangdi red wine and crystal burgundy red wine cup should be the same as the dog blood Romance Drama and President's novel except that there are no roses.

No roses, whatever.

When Fu Qingyu XiuXiu took off her coat, opened her shirt and left only one shirt, Zuo Shaoqing sent the cup filled with red liquid to her. Her smile was still so gentle that she was not ironic because of her impatience.

Well, drinking can strengthen courage and cheer up!

Sect leader Fu took a sip of the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

When she wanted to drink more, she saw Zuo Shaoqing sitting in a chair and pouring another cup. He drank quickly and in a hurry. I don't seem to know that the wine in front of me is millions of bottles of Kangdi, but ordinary water, without taste and aftertaste. But the posture is still elegant.

Fu Qingyu stopped drinking. She watched him drink. It's good to be drunk. It's convenient to be drunk. She can do whatever she wants.

After drinking a bottle of red wine, Zuo Shaoqing's white face was stained with a light blush, and her light blue eyes had a somewhat different look.

He leaned over and hooked her chin. His thumb gently rubbed her dry lips. The fundus of his eyes was a little blurred, "Sapphire, what do you do if I'm not perfect?"

"You are the most perfect." Fu Qingyu didn't believe it. "You don't want me to give you up like this."

"I don't want you to give up." Zuo Shaoqing chuckled, his eyes a little hazy, "I like you, like me."

Fu Qingyu's heart beat faster. Before she calmed down, Zuo Shaoqing's soft and provocative voice sounded again, "do you want to see me?"

Fu Qingyu was out of control and nodded like a rice pecking chicken, "think!"

He kissed her on the lips and stood up. "This time, you have to see clearly!"

Slender fingers stroked his white neck and slowly untied a button down. His movements were so slow that Fu Qingyu wanted to go up and pick up the clothes directly.

She stood up impulsively, but stood where she was with great restraint, staring at him with her eyes full of longing and aggression.

However, soon, her eyes changed from obsession to shock, panic, and finally heartache.

The left less inclined buttons faded, but what she saw was no longer the white and attractive skin with beautiful lines.

His body was wrapped by thin blood lines. All the blood stopped around his heart. At a glance, it seemed like a blood hole, ferocious and terrible.

Fu Qingyu's feet seemed to be growing on the ground. Her hands were stiff and her voice choked. "How could this happen?"

Zuo Shaoqing looked at her frightened appearance, and her heart was cold. He knows that what she cares about is always just a shell. In the end, he has expectations for her.

If she hadn't been obsessed with her perfection tonight, I'm afraid her plan for tomorrow would have been in vain.

Zuo Shaoqing smiled, still as gentle as ever, and never saw anything wrong: "Zuo Xiaoyou has tried his best to save his life because of the consequences of millet base venom."

So, this is what he said is not perfect, so

Fu Qingyu's tears ran down uncontrollably and hit the ground bit by bit.

Such a beautiful Zuo Shaoqing has such a body

Zuo Shaoqing saw her uncontrollable tears and smiled, "have a good rest."

He passed her, opened the door and left.

She stayed where she was without any reaction.

When she reacted, Zuo Shaoqing had been gone for a long time.

Fu Qingyu rushed home crazy and dug the old lady who was going to bed out of the quilt: "Mom, mom, tell me about Zuo Xun, Zuo Shaoqing and Zuo Xiaoyou. Tell me what millet base is. I want to know, I want to know, mom..."

Fu Qingyu's tears burst out like a dike.

So, on Christmas morning, there was news: "the cemetery in the west of the city, the cemetery of clyszoxun was destroyed..."