Warm marriage is like fire: male god boss spoils deeply

But the woman didn't know it. She got stronger with the little black group, couldn't wipe it, and the range of action increased.

The slender body shook up, the white and tender legs, and the end of the thighs

Gong sijue's deep eyes were full of blood. He got up and walked calmly!

Behind Leng Qinghuan, he stopped

"What's the matter?" The voice is hoarse and heavy.

"What's here? I can't wipe it off! " Leng Qinghuan had obsessive-compulsive disorder since she was a child. If she didn't wipe it off, she felt uncomfortable all over.

"Push!".

"I've worked hard!" Leng Qinghuan had a thin sweat on his forehead. He simply knelt on the floor and wiped it hard with a rag in his hands!

Her posture makes a man's sexy Adam's apple roll up and down unconsciously.

The scene of her lying down in front of him and mildly having fun came to his mind.

Because of the utmost restraint, the Gao Lengjun's face showed an abnormal crimson.

The big palm stays on the girl's head and touches her little by little.

"Ah, finally!" The girl whispered.

Looking at the bright and clean ground, she was in a good mood.

"Well, good!" Gong sijue withdrew his hand in time, and the sound line was obviously unnatural!

When Leng Qinghuan got up, her feet were numb because she knelt for too long. She tried several times, but she couldn't stand up.

Gong sijue walked around her and looked down at her.

Qinghuan looked up and looked up at her eyes as deep as the night sky.

"What are you looking at? Help me up! " Men seem to have a bad temper.

That face is also very deep.

Cold and happy lips. It's really cloudy and sunny. She didn't annoy him!

She tried to move again, but her legs still couldn't work.

"Women are too troublesome!" Gong sijue suddenly said.

Then he bent down and picked up the confused cold joy.

The body suddenly hung in the air. With a cold and cheery "ah ah", he instinctively circled Gong sijue's neck with his small hand.

His body has a natural, clean and crisp smell, which is different from the sweat smell of men. His taste seems to be intoxicating!

In the years when Leng Qinghuan grew up, only two men held her like this.

One is her father, the other is her first love - Che brother!

Think of lengche, lengqinghuan's heart suddenly pumping. Rao is that he has been dead for three years, but she still remembers it.

"What are you thinking?" Gong sijue put Leng Qinghuan on the sofa. Seeing that she was in a trance and covered with a layer of sadness at the bottom of her eyes, he twisted his eyebrows.

"Nothing!" Coldness and joy gather up their emotions.

In the past three years, she has been able to do well, but just when Gong sijue held her, she was so sad that she wanted to cry!

Gong sijue's heart brushed a touch of irritability. He didn't like to guess other people's thoughts.

However, Leng Qinghuan's sad expression made him confused!

He punitively grabbed Leng Qinghuan's feet and took off her shoes.

Leng Qinghuan was surprised, "Professor?".

She tried to pull her foot back, but she was still weak.

"Which foot is numb?"!

Leng Qinghuan was stunned. Did he want to massage himself?

Without waiting for her answer, Gong sijue had pressed it moderately.

Looking at the white and tender feet lying in his palm, the man's tight eyebrows gradually stretched.

Leng Qinghuan's big wet eyes looked at the man who was half kneeling in front of her. His broken black jade hair blocked the slender and deep eyes. His cold sharp edge converged. At this time, he looked warm and at home.

He took her feet in one hand and massaged her lower legs with the other. He looked focused, as if he were doing something very pious and sacred.