Chapter 124: Little Internet Celebrity, There's a Big Guy Dad (10)

When she's sober, little by little, go and find it?

The little girl was lying on her stomach obediently.

Fair-skinned and small-waisted, it looks very soft at first glance.

The concave arcs on both sides, anyone who looks at it, I'm afraid they can't help but want to stretch out...

Touch it.

It's too fine.

Also white.

Just think about it, you can see how soft it will be.

With a light in his eyes, it seemed that he could tie her small waist into the crook of his arm with one arm.

The long eyelashes droop slightly, covering the dark light in the eyes.

She was eighteen years old, and the early morning flower bones had just bloomed.

I don't know how many business rivals want to send a girl of this age to his bed.

He was never good at it.

Whoever sends it is unlucky.

Come to think of it, he wouldn't have the slightest bit of a concern about the one in front of him at this moment... Distracting thoughts.

The hospital gown is a little higher.

A long scalpel scar was revealed.

I almost fell apart at the beginning, and I was able to pick up a life, I'm afraid it was a blessing for several lifetimes.

Tender meat, full of powder.

Scar looked hideous, she was so soft, how could she withstand this great pain?

The cold heart softened a little.

"Little girl?"

Xu has been waiting for a long time, and the person who is lying on his stomach obediently twists.

Itchy back.

"Little girl, blow?"

The soft glutinous tail sound, buried in the pillow, rises tactfully like a small water snake...... Rush him.

The girl who tried to deliver the bed, if it was her...

Fu Shenyang had a secret thought in his heart, and suddenly together.

I'm afraid I'm going to put her...

To death, bullying and crying.

"Okay."

Indifferent eyes, dark as an abyss for a moment, slender fingertips, slowly caressing the tender flesh of the wound.

Little by little.

Feathers brushed like feathers.

"Huh?" The slender little back is like a restless little water snake, refusing to stop for a while.

Imagine someone else tickling you and never getting the bull's-eye.

A little above.

Down.

Left, right~! …… Not here.

Death in a hurry!

Only by yourself, twist, ah twist.

Fu Shenyang's eyes dimmed, and his big palm suddenly fished out.

Ah Chan suddenly turned his face.

He was held in his arms.

Her dark eyes were like a wolf, so frightened that she froze for a moment and didn't dare to move.

Only a pair of soft and confused eyes, at a loss, trembling and staring at him.

Little obedient, want to eat, eat people?

The big hand cuff is too tight.

The palm of the hand was covered with her... The hospital gown shrunk into a crop top, and it was even shorter.

Naturally, he didn't mean to overcome.

It's just that the clothes are too short.

He stared down at her.

In her frightened soft eyes.

I saw my eyes clearly, like a head trying to break out of the cage.

Bite her hard.

Bully her, the beast.

With that cold face, he is still the cold and noble, serious, and unattainable Fu Ye.

His eyes were heavy, and he stared at her for a long time.

Her mouth trembled, deflated and deflated.

"Still itchy?"

The slight hoarse voice was like a pardon, and he took a breath and brushed her face.

"Uh-huh?" Ah Chan nodded, and shook his head vigorously.

Don't dare to itch it at all.

"Don't move again."

“… Hmm-hmm. "The aggrieved little soft baby, squeezing her eyes, was re-...

Flip it back.

This time, it's really blown.

The dignified Fu Ye has a noble face, when is it like this, he almost has to stick to the back of a small soft baby.

Breathe...

The spring breeze blows through the small flowers and bones, and it is warm.

Blowing and blowing, her shallow breath was heard.

It's a consistent conscienceless.

She fell asleep comfortably, leaving him... Take a cold shower?

Fu Shenyang gently scooped her over with his big hand.

She really fell asleep.

The delicate little face seems to have shallow tears.

Scared to cry?

It's really a tender baby made of water, squeamish.

Since no longer sober ...

Sick pants don't look like skirts.

The skirt only needs to be slightly flirted.

Pants, little by little, fade.

She fell asleep, he was lighter, and she wouldn't be found out if he wanted to.