time-limited addiction

The dark tie fell onto the lawn.

Then came the black suit.

When the clothes came off, Shen Jing was thinking that she originally just wanted a kiss, but after getting it, she became even more greedy.

Originally I just wanted him to win over me, but after I got it, I became even more greedy.

The sofa inside the glass is full of gratitude and dew.

....
He took the child away from the Zhou family and was reluctant to return it.

Four generations can live together, holding them in your arms is like holding a small pearl.

The old lady always said, "Like Ah Chen."

The skin is white, the lips are thin, and the bones are extraordinary.

Zhou Lüchen looked like this when he was a child.

I also took out photos to compare, always praising how well I was born.

At that time in the courtyard, the master from Yong'an Temple came to chant sutras. He glanced at Zhou Lüchen, who was not yet one month old, and said, "It's quite... indifferent and distant."

Pretty good?

That's tactful enough.

The old lady doesn't care whether she's ruthless or affectionate, it doesn't matter.

The same is true for the great-grandson in my arms.

late at night.

Shen Jing was overflowing with maternal love and couldn't sleep. She called to ask if the Zhou family's children were sleeping well and when they would be back.

The Zhou family had no intention of sending her back. They just said that everything had been arranged, that there was a confinement nanny and a doctor to take care of her, so they told her not to worry.

The Siheyuan will take a while, and Xiangshan will take a while, but it will not be her turn.

The call just ended.

The waist was restrained by the man's outstretched arms.

All of a sudden, Zhou Luchen hooked Shen Jing's waist with his palm.

The movement was too big and the phone slipped off the carpet.

She was arrogant and arrogant yesterday, but now her waist was tight and her cheeks were red.

He was brought back to the sofa by Zhou Lüchen.

roll over.

Soon, Zhou Lüchen caught her waist with his palms and held her naked body in his arms.

Without thinking about Wen Wen, Shen Jing put her hand on his chest and an idea popped into her head.

"You're not just looking for a girl to give birth to your own blood in the Zhou family so that you can inherit the family business." Zhou Lüchen's lazy eyes looked down lightly, "Why do I have to come to you to find this problem?"

Shen Jing smiled and said, "Do you still want to find someone else?"

Zhou Lüchen smiled and pinched her earlobe, "Will you give it?"

She is not big enough to support a sailboat, and the sand cannot hold it.

Faced with Shen Jing's question, Zhou Lvchen, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, laughed for some reason. How could he tease her by saying, "What if I have someone else because of my identity and status?" I'm afraid. I can't afford to make her cry.

I have no intention of hugging each other, my thoughts are all on the Zhou family and Lianxing. Given the title, there is only one her.

Shen Jing raised her neck and kissed him on the cheek.

"You can choose your own husband if you dare."

Zhou Lüchen didn't respond, he lifted her waist up a little, closed his eyes, and kissed her lips.

It's really... as sweet as ever.

Zhou Luchen taught her how to even kiss.

In the most beautiful age and youth, I followed him and indulged in sex.

With confused thoughts, Zhou Lushen's waist and abdomen became more and more tight.

He pushed her legs away unreasonably.

Zhou Lu's heavy lower jaw bones pressed against her shoulders, and he said in a low voice, "Be serious, someone will take care of your son."

What's hers, hers.

Wasn't it the seed he planted?

okay.

Nearly many months of abstinence.

He didn't sleep much intermittently, and he didn't finish venting for two days.

If she hadn't remembered that the doctor always told her that her waist was weak and that she should pay attention, Zhou Luchen might not have been willing to get up and put on her clothes for the meeting.

Slowly putting on a suit in the cloakroom, a white and tight wrist was covered with an expensive watch.

After the lust has subsided.

With a serious face, you closed the door and left.

Shen Jing was covered with quilt and had no intention of asking him where he was going.

Where else could he go, attend meetings, and meet the old directors who lined up to make appointments with him when he was in a relaxed mood.

After his car started, Shen Jing wrapped herself in a white soft blanket and strolled to the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching deeply as the Bentley left in the rain.