Liang Luo was softened by his "um~", and suddenly lost his temper, he really knew how to easily extinguish her fire.

Either the seduction, the seduction does not make the sound seduction, there is always one suitable for her.

The little girl lowered her eyelashes and muttered, "Don't think about me, I'm the dad you can never get." ”

Lu Xingheng's eyes were full of tenderness, and he sneered lightly: "It's not certain who is Dad!" ”

Liang Luo's little face was red, "Don't fight with me, I'm my father!" ”

"Good, good..."

Lu Xingheng let her pull her cheeks, the little girl drank too much, it was not light or heavy, and he bared his teeth in pain, but he didn't stop her, and gently wrapped one hand around her waist.

"Tsk, bad morals, bad morals!" Shen Yu poured a few sips of wine on the sofa opposite, and his tone was slightly sour.

"Okay, whoever asked you to see Liang Luo drove the girl away, don't pretend to be lemon essence for me now."

"Who is lemon essence, Shen Mubai, which eye do you see that I am sour?"

Shen Mubai glanced at him and pointed two fingers at his eyes.

Shen Yu sighed, and his eyes fell on the two people who were entangled.

Alas, when will he be able to have a sweet love?

After a while, the little girl finally got tired of tossing, leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Lu Xingheng made a walking gesture towards the two, and then carefully picked up Liang Luo and walked out of the bar.

The late summer evening breeze mixed with coolness, the little girl's body trembled slightly in his arms, and the exposed skin stirred up a layer of fine pimples.

With his arms tightened slightly, he quickly went to the parking lot.

"Uh-huh..."

"Luoluo, let go, be good, I'll send you home."

Lu Xingheng bent down, looked at the lotus arm that hung tightly around his neck, and whispered to coax.

"No, I'm not going back." The little girl pouted, her eyes starry.

He helped her buckle up her seatbelt, put his hand on her ear, and his eyes were undercurrent: "Then where are you going?" ”

"Go to your house."

The voice was a little hoarse: "Say it again..."

"Go to your house."

Lu Xingheng: "Liang Luo, don't regret it. ”

...

In the villa, Lu Xingheng stared at the little woman rolling up in the quilt on the bed, his eyebrows and eyes gently stretched.

This house has always been deserted, every once in a while his aunt will come to help him clean it, but he hasn't seen him a few times, but at this moment, he feels that he is in the apartment building three years ago, and everything is quiet.

When a good smell came from beside him, Liang Luo subconsciously threw down the quilt and turned around to rest his legs on his thighs, put his arms on his waist, and his furry head went straight to his squeaky nest.

A series of movements were intimate and familiar, and Lu Xingheng fished over her body and placed his arm horizontally under her head.

"Ah Heng, why are you so slow...", the soft voice of a milk cat revealed a trace of dissatisfaction: "I fell asleep just now, next time I am so slow, I won't let you sleep in my bed..."

Lu Xingheng's hot body was stunned, how long had he not heard this intimate 'Ah Heng'?

The joy and contentment that could not be concealed by the night spread around him: "Then you go and sleep in my bed." ”

After a long time, the breathing in her ears gradually slowed, and the temperature of nostalgia was branded on her forehead: "Good night." ”

And he's destined to sleep badly tonight...

After three years, the warm fragrant nephrite jade that Chao Nian misses is in his arms, he can see and touch it, and he can only endure it without opening the meat, which is simply self-abuse.

When did he start thinking this way about the little girl??

I remember that at that time, during the period of time when the little girl cooked for him, he never set foot in other places except to accompany her to the supermarket.