"You!" Xiao Nan was so excited that he stood up and said, "Xiao Mohan, I'm your grandfather." ”

Xiao Mohan turned around, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Since it is the Xiao family's business, it should be supported by me, grandpa only cares about your life, and you don't have to worry about it." ”

Xiao Nan listened, shook his hand angrily, and said, "Whatever you want." ”

Seeing Xiao Nan running away in anger, Xiao Mohan smiled deeply, looked at his figure and said, "It's time to sleep." ”

Xiao Nan glared angrily, turned around and pushed the door in, but gently closed the door, took off his clothes, and said, "This stinky boy, he carries everything by himself, it's really not worry-free." ”

At night, the storm was raging.

Yao Rong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the rain hit the glass window.

"What are you thinking?" Zhuo Song pushed the door in, and saw her in a daze.

He stepped lightly over to her, reached out and hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, his voice low and unusually seductive at midnight.

Yao Rong's small hand held his big palm.

"I wonder if they know that they raised me so big, but I am not my own flesh and blood. Yao Rong whispered, turning to look at Zhuo Song.

"I really want to tell them that I love them even if I don't have them, but unfortunately I don't even have the opportunity. ”

"Chu Yan is right, there are some things, even if there is no blood relationship, the closest is still the closest. Yao Rong said, and she threw herself into Zhuo Song's arms.

Zhuo Song hugged her body and touched her hair.

"Hmm. He wanted to be comforted, but he didn't know how.

Just came back from the Qian'an Pavilion and talked to Wenshui about Yao Shengba's situation, and found that it was not optimistic.

Yao Rong slowly raised his head, Zhuo Song lowered his head, and wanted to kiss her lips, but saw that her face became distorted, and her mouth was bloody, attacking him.

"Ahh Zhuo Zhen was knocked down by her, and the deformed face rubbed against his body.

Yao Rong climbed forward and pressed him hard.

Zhuo Song was pushed down on the sofa by her, and the old wrinkled face and wide lips were about to drip blood, and kissed him on the lips.

"Hmm. Yao Rong was forcibly kissed by him, turned over and pressed her under him.

The man kept returning the kiss, his fingertips picking at her ear, extremely wild, making Yao Rong keep struggling and take half a step back.

"Tear" her hard, tearing the mask off her face.

"Zhuo Song, you are too heavy-minded, so you can kiss it?" Yao Rong was dumbfounded and waved his mask.

She had worn it before he came back, and she wanted to vomit when she looked at the ugly appearance in the mirror!

Zhuo Song not only didn't dislike it just now, but also kissed her forcibly, and the taste was so heavy that it subverted her three views.

"If you don't believe it, try again?" Zhuo Song turned over and sat up, reaching out to help her up, Yao Rong retreated, turned around and wanted to rush into the bedroom.

Zhuo Shu reached out, took off his coat, and threw it on the sofa.

"Haha, ahhh Yao Rong ran a few steps, and Zhuo Song strode forward, hugged her from behind, picked her up by the waist, and carried her on his shoulders.

"Zhuo Song, let me down. Yao Rong kept struggling.

Zhuo turned around and carried her into the bedroom.

Yao Rong jumped off his shoulder, climbed onto the bed, threw a wink at him, and said, "Come on, Zhuo Song, come here." ”

The man looked at her amorous appearance and strode forward.

She wanted to run, ready to set a trap on him, but Zhuo Song turned around to avoid her, dragged her feet, picked her up and threw her on the bed, and pressed down with her tall body.

"Woman, you're playing with fire. Zhuo Song hugged her shoulder with his big palm and said in a deep voice.

Yao Rong was pressed on the bed, she pursed her lips and looked at the man in the light.

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