How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

Throughout the night, Chuichi received three calls from her first father, and she gazed at Jia Heng with a daring pretend to pretend that nothing had happened.

Finally, there is a WeChat video, which is the same for the first time. Once again, the temple escapes and runs downstairs to go home to pick up the video.

The first father was like an old policeman of the Criminal Police Team. Chuzhi had never seen his eyes so sharp. He let Chuji walk around the house with his mobile phone, and took photos of every corner. She was reluctant to take the opportunity, and she was taken away by Ms. Deng and went to the security check.

Hatsuri relaxed, and turned his head to meet your guess.

Guess standing at her feet, with big blue eyes looking at her, "meowing".

That voice, that expression, that look, I don't know why, Chuichi suddenly felt guilty.

She thought for a while and then gave him canned food, crouched next to him and watched him lick: "Guess, I'll give you extra meals today, you are all right."

"Meow."

"I'm going upstairs to play for a while, and I'll be back after a while. You will not be allowed to complain at that time."

Guess raised your head: "Meow."

At first, he was as accurate as he was, and he grinned and scratched his head, eager to run upstairs.

At the beginning of supper, Gardenia called a red oil copy.

This store has a small storefront. I have eaten it before Chuichi. The soup is spicy and spicy. The chew is slightly smaller than wonton. The stuffing of fresh meat is scooped up with a spoon. It is spicy and fresh with soup.

At the beginning of the garden, eating a snot and tears, he couldn't stop, sitting cross-legged and sniffing on the carpet with a coffee table.

She was slow to eat, and Lu Jiaheng had already finished eating. She was holding her notebook and sitting on the sofa, knocking on the sofa. While eating, she watched the movie while watching, and she watched the Hachiko, who was crying.

Lu Jiaheng turned his head and looked at her funny: "The nose is all brushed."

The first tears stared at him dimly with red eyes, and there was still a copy in his mouth, and he didn't speak.

Lu Jiaheng turned off the TV: "There is no one crying to eat, and watch again after eating."

Chuichi wiped his snot not knowing whether it was spicy or crying: "Lu Jiaheng, I want to keep a dog."

He lowered his head again: "You didn't guess it."

"Cats and dogs are not the same," Hatsumi swallowed the last copy, and pushed the bowl. "I have a dog, let him be your companion."

Lu Jiaheng remembered the colored cat and knocked on the keyboard. "Bring a mother, otherwise the dog would have to be bullied to death."

Chuchi didn't believe him. She thought her family was the best cat in the world: "No, you guessed that, so good, you will protect your little brother."

Lu Jiaheng grunted: "Serious cat."

Hatsuke cares for the calf earnestly: "You're the only one."

Lu Jiaheng finally raised his eyes and glanced at her, but he did not object.

He sat on the sofa, leaned on the sofa cushion with one hand, and taught her: "Girls, men are not bad."

Chuichi rolled his eyes and accused him: "You are you, don't you think men all over the world are just as gangsters as you?"

"Yes," Lu Jiaheng nodded and put the notebook together, put it on the side coffee table, leaned over, stretched out his hand, and put her on the lap like a kitten.

The first gardener was startled, straddling him, the skirt turned up, his knees bent, and he kneeled half on the sofa.

She propped up his chest and looked up at him with a wink.

Lu Jiaheng raised her hand behind her neck and pressed forward.

Chuichi hit his head against his chest with a crushing sound.

She snorted and hit the tip of her nose sour, suspecting that the man was made of iron.

Before the sore ache had eased, he felt the cold fingers that he was lying on her waist and drilling down the hem of the dress.

His fingertips were attached to the waist skin. At first, he felt as if his temperature had reached ice. The man shivered, and the little goldfish fluttered twice in his arms, but his head was pressed to his chest by the dead, unable to move.

His fingertips went up along the skin.

Hakuchi's knees were on a soft sofa, and after a while, she found no effect. Under the absolute shackles of the man, her power was so weak that it was negligible.

Chuichi gave up and slumped softly in his arms, his head buried in his chest, and his voice looked dull: "Lu Jiaheng--"

"Huh?" he said softly in his nasal cavity, lazily.

"Where did you touch..."

At this moment, the man's hand went up along the navel, stopped and covered.

Hatsushi already started shaking.

He paused, lowered his head, and his voice was dumb: "Will you go home today?"

"..."

At first he paused, and his voice was small: "Return, I just promised you to guess, to be honest and trustworthy..."

He chuckled softly and pinched twice: "Then another way, do you **** me today?"

Chuchi was soft all over and shoved in his arms, his small head running upward, his forehead leaning on his shoulder, and he bit his shoulder lightly, trembling: "How are you—"

Lu Jiaheng kept moving, murmuring in a mute voice: "What do you do here, how does it look like pudding."

At first, his hands and feet were soft, and his face began to develop fever and scalding.

She blushed and buried her head in his neck, biting the tip of her tongue and numb.

I don't know why, Chuichi suddenly remembered that he just held his laptop on the sofa, focused on the screen, and cracked his fingertips on the keyboard.

At that moment, his hands were protruding up and down the clothes, doing evil things.

Chuichi felt like a keyboard on his computer now, fully feeling the flexibility of a man's slender fingers.

She flushed her eyes and bit her neck with open mouth, sucking her nose and refusing to make a sound.

And he seemed to have made up his mind to hear her voice, and he started getting heavier.

Hakuchi clasped his arm, pinched his fingertips into the muscles of his upper arm through the cloth.

Push up your chest clothes.

At the end, Chuichi finally couldn't help making a sound and beat him hard: "Can you turn off the light..."

"No," he mutely, his other hand reaching into the skirt, "Why turn off the light..."

She was about to cry, her voice rising high: "Lu Jiaheng!"

Lu Jiaheng buried his head, smiled lowly, his chest trembling, and softly discussed with her: "Then go into the bedroom and turn on a lamp? I want to look at you."

The first anger was badly corrupted: "Are you abnormal?"

"Well," he turned up his skirt, "It's a bastard..."

Hatsuri raised his hand in anger and slapped him in the face to push his deep head away: "You are incapable of fighting now!"

Lu Jiaheng ignored her and still picked her up like a baby chick and went to the bedroom.

Hatsui was carried into the bedroom by him, and the clothes that had been unbuttoned were slid down. She tugged up and down and kicked her legs straight: "Lamp! Lamp Lamp!"

He still ignored it, threw the man on the bed and covered it. The big man of 1.8 meters was pressed down. The bones were hard and strong. The pressure was almost suffocating. He put his arm on her ear and smiled with his head down: " Are you an Intel ad?"

At this time, Hatsuri even had a little thought to discuss this issue with him seriously. She swallowed: "Intel's advertisement has five pedals."

Lu Jiaheng lost his smile, leaned his fingers in, and threw it on the ground: "Can you take a longer heart? Pay attention to the occasion?"

She shrunk her shoulders and pulled the sheets beside her. The whole portrait burned up. I don't know if it was anger or shame: "Can't you turn off the light! I won't do it without turning off!"

He lowered his head, bit her lips, and raised his hand to cover her eyes.

It was so quiet for a few seconds.

Hakuchi's sight was covered, but he seemed to be able to clearly feel the glance of his sight. There was some inexplicable anxiety and shame spreading, and the whole person shrank and was held by him again.

Lu Jiaheng spoke slowly, and his voice was a bit dumb than before: "Is this alright?"

"..." Chuchi pulled his wrist away, "You roll off the bed, you."

"No," Lu Jiaheng refused altogether, holding her wrist against the top of her head, pushing her knees upwards.

This has clearly exceeded the highest limit that Hachiri can bear.

The skirt was covered on the white belly. She whispered, and before he could react, his lips had fallen.

Starting from the forehead, all the way down, the long and entangled entanglement seems to stretch to the end of the world.

The first garden was like a shrimp in a pot. The whole person changed color shamefully. After the trembling couldn't stop, the force fluttered weakly twice.

She bit her knuckles and whimpered.

Lu Jiaheng's big palm is completely unshakable, holding her firmly, teeth biting the flesh inside her knees, raising her eyes, her eyes dark and dangerous: "Come louder..."

The first gardeners kept retreating, being bullied and their eyes turned red, their voices soft and tempting, with a trembling voice: "Lu Jiaheng, are you in a hurry..."

Lu Jiaheng was smirked by her, and she stood up again, buckled her wrist and pulled down: "Are you touching me to see if I'm worried."

Chuichi shook his hands in horror: "Don't use it, I'm wrong. I'm wrong."

Lu Jiaheng squeezed her two wrists with one hand and buckled up again, whispering: "Sister, Brother Lu has been waiting for you for four years, and her hands are all gone."

He leaned his head, licked her ear tip, and his voice seemed to be mixed with fine sand and waves, dumb and sexy, "Don't play with me..."

At the beginning, Hori was tensed and stared at the dim ceiling above.

For no reason, I suddenly remembered the situation when they first met.

On the school day, the man stood next to the temporary shed built by volunteers, in black clothes and black pants, holding a Coke in his hand, holding it to his lips, listening to the person next to him talking to him.

He didn't stand upright either, leaning slightly against the table with his back arched, his eyes drooping slightly, and standing there indifferently, the black blouse copied up, exposing his beautiful muscular forearm.

The next second, he raised his eyes, facing each other.

The dark and beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly and looked at her, the sun shining through the branches and leaves, his eyes seemed to contain light.

Hatsumi closed his eyes, and his wrist broke away from his hand, and he lifted it up, hugging his neck.

She trembled to catch him down, the warm lips printed the man's narrow and slightly raised eyes, and the whole person slowly spread out and invited silently.

Lu Jiaheng's movements made his breath heavy.

Like a rose blooming in the middle of the night, with thorny stems and leaves wrapped around his neck tightly, the spikes penetrated the skin, tearing the arteries, and the warm blood poured out silently, but it still made people unwilling to break free.

Want to hold Rose into the blood of the bone, want her to be closer to herself, and closer.