[BOOK 1] [Quick Wear] Occupied by the blackened boss

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As soon as the man's words came out, the young man couldn't help but slightly opened his eyes wide.

His face was flushed, and he couldn't help scolding the military master in a low voice: "Pervert."

The military master didn't mind, he just stretched out his slender fingers and pinched the soft and delicate piece of flesh on the back of the man's neck. With the scent of cedar, he rushed toward his face: "It's no better than Fourth Master Ning's teasing under the table in the teahouse." Young

Marshal Fu's eyes dimmed slightly, and the scene in the pear garden. After he went back, he thought about it more than once or twice. Whenever the night is quiet, Lord Jun will lie on the bed and recreate the picture in his mind over and over in detail.

Fu Sinian didn't go to the theater much, it was the second time he stepped into the theater.

The young actors on the stage, wearing gorgeous costumes, are very suitable.

Jun Ye unabashedly felt a little desire, wanting to suppress the people on the stage.

I just want those extremely cold phoenix eyes to be stained with a foggy color. If the ends of the eyes are red, then a little begging for mercy will come out of the lips.

That slender white hand held a thin cigarette stick. Gold is the most suitable color, the young man's eyes are downcast, and the white skin is suitable for dyeing red plums.

Marshal Fu is behind the stage.

Pressing the person against the screen, he felt the beauty of these hands carefully.

suitable.

The military master packed up his clothes and sat behind the military vehicle. He lit a cigar, under the ascetic and cold face, there was no expression. Through the window, the thin red lips looked gorgeous and lustful.

Then I couldn't help but start to fantasize about what it would be like for a young actor to take off her opera gown and put on a woman's cheongsam.

If Ning Shu knew, his impulsive actions in the teahouse would cause such a scene today. He would never try to seduce Fu Sinian, and Ling Ling said that he wanted to refuse but still welcome, but Marshal Fu is no ordinary man, he is simply a jackal.

He regretted a little, but even if he regretted it, there was no way out.

The young man was picked up by the military master and pressed on the pear blossom table in the middle, not knowing where the cheongsam was prepared. They were stuffed together by his white-gloved hand, like a deliberate conspiracy.

Ning Shu felt that the cheongsam was always beautiful, and the cheongsam prepared by Fu Sinian was even more beautiful.

But only if it is worn by a woman.

Master Jun pinched his chin, and pressed it down with his cool and warm lips. He pinched the back of the young man's neck with his other hand, causing the person in his arms to tremble imperceptibly: "Hey, put this on, and let Fourth Young Master Ning go today." Ning Shu didn't know whether what he said was true or not, he pursed his lips

. Looking at the cheongsam, her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"What you said is true?"