Chapter 042

I don't know if it's because I'm too cautious. Every time I see his eyes, I always subconsciously want to avoid it.

It was not until he rubbed the corners of his eyes again that he regained his consciousness.

"Nothing. It's just the delay of graduation and the photos."

I avoided my brother's business. I said just that, but it was almost the same.

At first, when my mother didn't say anything about my brother, she just picked these thorns to ridicule me and belittled me. Then she seduced me to lower myself and sell myself to help my brother.

Every time I think of her expression when she said that, I always want to sneer.

Children are a piece of meat falling from their bodies. How can they be a mother? What deep hatred will trample me like this.

According to her words - you look down on yourself and what happens to you when others trample on you.

If the words are rough or not, for a long time, those dirty people hidden in their hearts see more, and I see it.

"I've finished dealing with the photos. If there's such a thing in the future, tell me."

Instead of wiping the corners of my eyes, he looked at me and told me so.

Look, I feel guilty.

But I was surprised.

Photos are posted everywhere on the Internet, especially those that are close to being ambiguous. They are easy to be forwarded everywhere. I reported several websites with little effect. Has he solved it?

"Wow, that's great."

My hands still cling to his neck, and my neck is sour.

It's also strange that I've been dealing with these bad things at home. I forgot to report and check what it looked like. I didn't expect to deal with it so quickly.

Without checking, I also know his ability. The more I look at his face, the more I feel happy.

If it weren't for his cold appearance, he would look very likable.

"Did you hear what I said?" he took away his hand and held me on his knee. He leaned loosely against the sofa and held me like a baby.

I'm not very comfortable all over. There's a hard thing under my ass. I don't dare to move.

For fear of his reaction.

"Listen clearly." I was sitting on his legs facing him, both legs curled up on the sofa, looking at his slightly green beard chin, I couldn't help reaching out and nodding a few times.

My hand hurts, but it doesn't hurt very much. In short, it's fun.

Qin Langjun was poked by me a few times and looked up lazily without stopping me.

His appearance is really good. With the advantages of his parents, his products are casual, like the second generation grandson, but when he is really black, he is so cruel that he won't recognize his relatives.

But fortunately, Lin Zhu never used the cruel means in front of me.

Even if he was angry before, he didn't lay a dead hand on the woman like Bai Xuan's gold Lord.

"Just listen clearly. I don't want to see you go to the old man for help if you don't ask me for help next time."

He looked a little tired. When he closed his eyes, his eyebrows were a little wrinkled.

Among the people I have met, many are young, and there is a wrinkle in the center of their eyebrows, all of which are usually frowned.

I stretched out my hand to smooth his wrinkles, but I was very upset because of what he said.

After he gave me a clear boundary, I'm going to step on the edge tonight.

If you come back safely, you may die on the edge of death.

"Yes."

When I touched his eyebrows, I trembled. I adjusted my mood before he opened his eyes.

There's no need to be hypocritical. I care about the advantages and disadvantages very clearly. I know what to do, and I can bear the worst result. What's hypocritical? No one loves me.

"There's another bag you didn't open."

When I thought he was asleep, he suddenly spoke.

The breath brought out when talking was very hot. It made my palm numb. The hand pressing the center of his eyebrow almost exerted itself.

After he said that, I noticed that there was a slightly larger bag in the pile of bags.

The ones I opened just now are basically food, and then jewelry.

So I didn't open all the rest. I thought he was in a good mood. Like those men, he bought jewelry to make me happy.

But when I waited for the last bag to open, I was a little confused.

It's a dress, exactly a couple's.

Today, he was wearing a navy blue suit without a tie, and the skirt was mixed with white and blue. It was light and thin. There was a layer of yarn at the waist. It was semi transparent. It was not ordinary at first glance.

I looked at him and didn't quite understand this meaning. Although I like this skirt very much, it's not the same as the previous gifts.

The previous one was also expensive, but it was obvious that the assistant bought it or he chose the popular goods. He had never been so interested in choosing a skirt for me and designed it together with him.

Otherwise it wouldn't go that way.

"Don't you like it? Try again."

Qin Langjun doesn't know when to open his eyes. His facial features are well proportioned. In addition, when his thin lips are pursed, he has great momentum and good figure. When he is wearing navy blue, he can hold up this color, but it doesn't appear frivolous.

He held me in his arms, stretched out behind me, untied my zipper, and untied the inner belt. My chest suddenly cooled.

"Hmm? No, I like it very much, but why do you suddenly think of wearing lovers' clothes?"

When he undressed me, I asked him in a casual manner.

I always feel that it's not just as simple as sending clothes. I'm afraid there's still a trip tonight.

But I have something to do tonight. It's OK to be with him now. If I delay any longer, my brother's business will be over. My mother will definitely sit at my door and howl all day.

I climbed out of her stomach. I know her way of doing things best, not to mention that she has become more and more violent in recent years.

Qin Langjun is very serious when he works. He takes off his clothes for me very seriously. That is, his fingers are not so serious. They always scratch my back or other places. The places touched by him are particularly itchy.

Although I have done anything intimate, I can't sit still in broad daylight when I take off all my clothes in front of him.

When his hand covered my front, I took the opportunity to get up, glared at him angrily and put on the skirt.

The size is just right. Even the waist is just right. It seems to be customized for me.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help shivering in my heart and pressed back to the idea.

When I looked in the mirror, I heard him say, "come to a party with me tonight."