Song Wuyou's heart beat faster and faster.
She pursed her face and snorted, "Your body and mind are worthless."
Gu Yanhao's slender green fingers pinched her chin lightly, moved her face over, and looked at him.
"How dare you say I'm worthless?"
Song Wuyou looked at him calmly, "Why not?"
"You are getting bolder and bolder." Gu Yanhao curled his lips and smiled wickedly: "You have to be punished."
"Why..." punished.
Before she could finish speaking, the man lowered his head, and his thin, cool lips were pressed against her two soft lips.
Mom, I was kissed again! ! !
Song Wuyou stared, his mind froze instantly, and he looked at the face close at hand in astonishment.
Xu Jing took a look and said, ouch, how embarrassing.
Such a shameful thing was not suitable for her to watch, so she quietly withdrew.
Afraid that she would avoid her, Gu Yanhao held her back with one hand.
Kiss, deepen.
The long tongue went straight in and plundered her city.
He sucked and gnawed on her, but he couldn't get enough of it.
Song Wuyou's mind was blank, and his heart was beating wildly.
The stiff body became softer and weaker, and the breathing became more and more rapid...
After a burst of intense kisses, Gu Yanhao slowed down.
He sucked it lightly as if tasting dessert.
She didn't push him away until Song Wuyou's breathing became easier and her dead brain revived.
She blushed and glared at him: "Gu Yanhao, it's working hours!"
Gu Yanhao had no shame: "The territory is mine, I have the final say."
"The person is mine, and you are not allowed to kiss me easily in the future."
Gu Yanhao pursed her lips and looked at her bewitchingly: "Who said that? Your people are mine too."
Song Wuyou grabbed the bag and glared at him angrily: "Aren't you going to eat?"
Get up and walk out of the office quickly.
There was a smile in Gu Yanhao's eyes, seeing her back in a hurry to go out because of embarrassment, he couldn't help laughing a few times, he was in a good mood.
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The next day, Song Wuyou wanted to give the clothes to Mrs. Jier.
Gu Yanhao is going to meet a very important client today.
But he personally sent her to Mrs. Jill's villa.
Song Wuyou took the clothes and got out of the car, Gu Yanhao looked at her: "When will you go back, call me in advance."
"Okay." After Song Wuyou got off the car, the door of the villa opened, and Mrs. Jier came out to greet Song Wuyou in person.
Today, Mrs. Jill wore a bright red cheongsam.
Wearing bright red on her body is neither vulgar nor ostentatious, but it makes her more noble and dignified.
There is a peaceful and quiet elegance in every gesture.
"Mrs. Jill." Seeing her, Song Wuyou's eyes lit up, and a flash of surprise flashed across her beautiful pitch-black eyes.
Mrs. Jill was one of the few women she had ever seen.
She is in her fifties and sixties, and she is still well maintained, with fair skin, like a woman in her forties.
"Last time you came, you only drank chrysanthemum tea. I think you should love chrysanthemums. I have made tea and prepared snacks for you." Mrs. Jier stepped forward, eagerly holding Song Wuyou's hand and smiling road.
"The cheongsam is ready. I believe it looks better on you than the one you are wearing now." Song Wuyou said confidently.
"It's from your hand, it must look good."
The two returned to the living room with a chatter.
Mu Xin learned the art of tea, and when Mrs. Jier said that there was an important guest coming, she cooked tea specially and treated her well.
Hearing Mrs. Jier's voice, Mu Xin raised her head with a smile, and seeing that the person who followed Mrs. Jier was Song Wuyou, the smile on the corner of Mu Xin's mouth froze.
Isn't this Mrs. Gu Song Wuyou