Looked at MoKuangFeng JiShu said with a smile.
Mo Kuangfeng looked at her tenderly and stretched out her hand. She took off a grain of rice stuck in her hair.
He touched her hair and fingers slid to her forehead.
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit ambiguous.
You have something to say.
Jishu, I’m good at driving. It’s a gift.
Chapter 5 Chapter 5
It’s already ten o’clock.
The night is deep in the lane, and the leaves of buttonwood trees are everywhere to spread silent golden fragments on the ground.
A brand-new white Santana, like a white sailboat in a dark golden sea, is parked in a one-man lane.
Mo Kuangfeng looked at Ji Shu and his slender fingers slid over her forehead.
"Are you tired? So busy recently. "
Mo Kuang-feng’s tone is heavy, as if with fog.
"Well, I can’t leave the company now. Brother Xu is not as familiar with the sea market as I am, and a lot of things need me to talk about …"
Ji Shu spoke, and suddenly she was silent, because she saw Mo Kuang-feng’s eyes full of romantic meaning.
"You seem to see Brother Xu more than me."
Mo Kuang-feng let go and looked down at his beautiful jaw angle sideways.
Jishu suddenly felt that he hadn’t had a good look at Mokuangfeng for a long time.
They have been together for several years, from strangers to acquaintances, and now it seems that she has taken him for granted.
I forgot to take a good look at him.
Compared with when I first met him, he is more mature, and his eyebrows are deeper and more appropriate than before. The cold benefits make people feel that he is difficult to approach.
In the face of his lover, he will show such a lonely look like a drowning dog, courting like a child, and being sexually possessive.
Are you jealous? Are you jealous of Brother Xu?
JiShu heart to, and feel a little interesting, she suddenly holding the Mo Kuang maple face close to kiss him on the cheek.
"Don’t be angry …"
She coquetry low voice "then I’ll spend more time with you later."
Her voice is warm and waxy like a sweet cake, which makes people’s hearts melt.
Ji Shu-yuan’s eyes blink, and his thick eyelashes are fanned again and again. This is selling cute.
Mo Kuang-feng really can’t stand coughing, which covers up his increasingly hot feelings.
The autumn wind suddenly stopped cooling. It’s time to open the window.
He stretched out his hand to open the window, and Ji Shu took his hand.
Jishu pressed his lips and leaned over his back. She handed him her temperature from her warm lip.
He was numb and numb, and his insides seemed to be being eaten by ants.
Suddenly MoKuangFeng stretched out his hand to resist the cab roof leaning pressure kiss JiShu strong, warm, his breath is more and more thick.
Jishu called his name "Mo Kuangfeng …" a little by sobbing.
Every time she called, he kissed deeper, deeper and harder.
At this time, she sounded like a magic spell called Mo Kuangfeng.
Jishu hooked his neck with his hands, and they kissed each other for a while.
They had many passionate kisses and impulsive moments together, but every time Mo Kuangfeng held back from moving forward.
Ji Shu knows that he is a modest gentleman and will never take advantage of others. Even the object will be affectionate and courteous.
But Ji Shu has a bad idea today.
It’s been three years. Shouldn’t it go further?
She has long liked him to this point, but there are still some girls who are shy. Alas, this generation has been shy and hesitant to push him down.
Youth is fleeting. They are adults, too. Why doesn’t she grasp the beautiful years and do something beautiful?
Jishu touched his ear and scratched the back of his neck in such a state of mind.
Mo Kuang-feng finally stopped to catch his breath, and she went to make him want to stop until he was red in the face.
"No … here …" Mo Kuangfeng gasped, her nose and ears were red, and her cold white skin looked like rouge.
Ji Shu looked at such a handsome man and muttered proudly, "There is no one here …"
Just then, someone knocked at the window.
Clear sound drilling into Jishu eardrum
What the hell!
Ji Shu was angry.
Jishu and MoKuangFeng hurriedly sit up straight, both of them are a little sweaty and embarrassed.
"Sister-"
It’s Ji Changyin
The window rolled. Eleven-year-old Ji Chang is already close to 17.
But he is still very thin, which is the characteristic of boys of this age.
It’s as if their bodies were stretched overnight and their muscles didn’t respond, making them look thin and weak like a long cane.