National School Prince Is A Girl

"Isn't there a nanny?" As a woman president who is usually good at handling company affairs, she is always very patient when facing her lover, and is not as cold as the rumors, but the temperament is still. When the face came, the figure was pretty.

Mr. Bo's hand didn't move away, it seemed to know that she was uncomfortable, but she still touched her white neck: "The babysitter did not taste good."

Unsurprisingly, the back shuddered: "I'll cook some porridge for you."

"I don't want to drink porridge now ..." Probably too obvious, because his slender fingers had been put on the buttons of her suit, with a smile, his voice was a little heavy: "Nine is not here today."

Can't resist that temptation.

Even if someone said that the one in that house would not be as simple as he seemed.

But still can't resist.

And he was like a little milk dog in front of her, always based on her comfort.

Only in this kind of thing will the brutal side be revealed.

Realizing that when he was hugged against the stage, the temperature in the room was already high, and everything seemed to be unable to be expressed in words.

Only the undulating heartbeat in the ear.

And the feeling she couldn't control anymore.

It was too late to ask where he went today.

He was brought into the entanglement by his whole person.

Probably two people did not know each other through dating.

So, even now.

Sometimes she will not let go.

This younger one than her did not allow her to let go.

She always tried her best to keep her calm.

The sound of buttons falling on the ground was very loud.

This always makes people feel ashamed.

When the numbness struck, I thought that the man was not mature.

How could it be a little milk dog.

Probably the first time I met, I was so impressed.

She picked him home.

She was raised at home.

It seemed like she had become her possession.

From recognition to marriage, but three days.

She never asked him if he would like it.

Now that my daughters are four and a half years old, it seems inappropriate to ask this question again.

But why is this person in front of him, the younger the longer.

Instead, she was three years older than him, and she was getting older.

I don't know why, he doesn't seem to see it.

Is it because young people are in greater demand?

Thinking of this, thoughts will inevitably flutter.

He was dissatisfied with her inattentiveness, leaning over and biting on her collarbone: "Mrs. Bo, the temptation outside is too great, so you don't even concentrate on returning home?"

Shouldn't she ask him this?

He is still in graduate school.

How hot are the school girls in the university, the last time she drove to pick him up, it was all in her eyes.

Those people don't seem to mind that he still bears her family nine on his head.

Men who have children are more attractive.

Others say he cannot have children at this age.

He really doesn't seem to be a father.

She still remembers the big and small sitting on the university stairs, looking at her with the same expression, and I looked very pitiful, as if she would let them dove again, it would be a big evildoer.

Eighty percent of Jiu's character is inherited from him.

She also knew that when the hot girls in college saw her picking him up, they thought she was his sister.

But at this point, she never told him that.

After all, young graduate students are more flattering.

It's just that he seems busy recently ...

Looking at the obviously absent face in front of him, Mr. Bo's eyes narrowed, and the strength of his men was obviously heavy.

She also wanted to struggle: "Don't, clothes ..."

"There are still many such suits at home."

When the breath is really hot.

The snow outside is still falling.

In the dark, only each other's body temperature keeps rising.

She was covered with a thin layer of sweat all over him.

He flicked her long hair away from her face, letting her hands wrap around his neck, his eyes deep like the night outside.

Honestly, when will his wife stop thinking about age.

He was smaller than her and he was not willing.

In her eyes, he always seemed to grow up.

After a low smirk, Mr. Bo hugged the tired beauty, and restored his little baby dog ​​image.

The weather outside didn't clear until the next day.

When the sun shines down.

Everything seemed alive.

The European-style courtyard is always beautifully trimmed.

There will definitely be lawns and trees, and white fences that wrap around.

On one side of the wall were green plants climbing together with the sunlight, and shattered a broken silhouette.

Qin Mo reached out his hand to stop it, but still felt dazzling, which made him subconsciously squint.

Unexpectedly, it was a white and tender little sleeping face.

When a little tiger fell asleep, it was like a little angel.

The eyelashes are very dark and long, with clear roots. When they are hit, they can even fall on the face, and the cheeks are fluttering.

Mouth slightly open, holding his thumb, and moved, very leathery.

Not only that, she put one hand on her waist and one pair was protecting his posture.

Qin Mo took a deep breath.

This little tiger thinks that she is taller than herself, so does he hold him in this holding posture?

After lightening his expression, it was originally intended to lift off the small blankets on both people and get out of bed.

Just when the finger moved, she heard her cry: "Indifferent."

She did not wake up, and the indifference was also inadvertently called out.

Maybe it was a dream.

However, that little timid voice made Qin Mo feel uncomfortable.

Instead of calling people up, he reached out and put it on her forehead.

The two were close to each other.

So you can touch it when you raise your hand.

As for Qin Mo, he has not been so close to any peers of his age.

After trying the other party's temperature, he turned his face away.

I fell asleep in this position last night without knowing how.

In any case, this little tiger will not be known.

It is also pitiful for us Master Qin.

Before meeting a little tiger.

Master Qin never knew what black history was.

But now, when I think of each other's height difference, when I think of him being hugged from a bathtub by a small tiger yesterday, I think of being seen as a girl because of his appearance.

Qin Mo couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. When he got up, he felt a little uncomfortable in his throat. He loosened the collar of the little pajamas and planned to wash.

But before he could take a step, the voice behind him sounded. The figure was still awake and the voice was milky and milky: "Indifferent, why are you awake, are you going to pee? I Also want to go, let's go together ... "