Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Lin Shizhen stood upright. In the heavy rain, she lifted her apricot eyes and looked at the long business luxury car in front of her.

The rear window slowly slid down, revealing a handsome Sven face, Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun went and returned.

The man's deep black eyes fell on the woman, and his crimson thin lips slowly drew up, and he sneered with a low voice, "How about picking up your car?"

Lin Shizhen thinks he has a bit of ridicule.

"Fu Shao, aren't you gone, why are you back again?"

Fu Qinglun picked a good-looking sword eyebrow. "The car is mine. I want to go and go. I want to come back."

"..."

He came to see her jokes!

Lin Shizhen didn't say anything, but turned back and went under the bus platform to hide from the rain.

She took out her phone and wanted to book a car online.

But there were no cars nearby. All such cars stopped traveling in such bad weather.

Fu Qinglun looked at the woman outside the window. At this moment, the steward in the co-pilot seat said, "Master Shaobao, the tornado has passed by Ye Cheng. It is estimated that the thunder shower will soon stop."

"Call, artificial rainfall, anyway, don't stop this thunder shower." Fu Qinglun lifted his thin lips.

For a moment, the housekeeper apparently did not expect that the owner of Shaobao would have such a request.

The housekeeper glanced at the woman under the bus platform through the car window. It was obvious that she was trapped by the heavy rain and could not walk, but now the owner of Shaobao deliberately embarrassed the woman.

In these three years, how many women want to approach the Shaobao Lord, but the Shaobao Lord is too much at a glance, but the Shaobao Lord is so obviously different to this woman.

This is the first woman to appear next to Lord Shaobao.

"Yes, Lord Shaobao." The steward responded respectfully, then took out his cell phone to make a call.

Lin Shizhen looked at the mobile phone notice, which showed that the tornado did not land in Yecheng, but passed by.

She was relieved, and it seemed that the thunderstorm soon stopped.

But the next second, a "ding" sound, and a prompt message came.

Lin Shizheng opened his eyes --- Dear friends of the public, although the tornado has gone, there will be heavy rainfall next.

Heavy rainfall?

Looking at these three words, Lin Shizhen, ...

Why is she so bad?

The rain was getting heavier, and the black windbreaker on her body was already wet, and the cold and cold meaning was stuck on her body, making her tremble.

It's cold.

Lin Shizhen raised her beautiful Xing Mu, where the long business luxury car was still parked.

A few seconds later, she pulled out her thin legs and ran into the rain, ran over, raised her little green hand, and "snapped" she rang the window.

The window slowly slipped, and Fu Qinglun's Zhang Jun's face appeared again.

"Fu Shao, my car won't come. Can you take me for a ride?"

Fu Qinglun glanced at her, "Come in."

...

In a luxury car.

Lin Shizhen sat in the position, and she glanced at this luxury car. The luxury car is standard with top luxury, sofa, TV, red wine, everything.

She has also been exposed to many luxury cars, but has never seen such a low-key and luxurious.

He glanced at the opposite man again. He had taken off his black suit and revealed the plain white shirt inside. Ying Ting's back leaned lazily on the sofa. The two long legs were superimposed elegantly. Looking at the documents, the clean white shirt sleeves wrapped his sturdy Hao wrist, and a precious steel watch on it, which was charming and cool.

In these three years, he is more honorable than before.

Has he found his loved ones?

At this time Lin Shizhen sneezed.

Fu Qinglun lifted his eyes from the file, his deep black eyes glanced at the woman's wet black trench coat, "take off the clothes."

Take off your clothes.

These five words made Lin Shiji's fan-like Yu Jie tremble suddenly, and she hit the man's gaze.

"I mean, take off the wet clothes outside, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Fu Qinglun tickled her thin lips.

"..."

He did it on purpose.

He's teasing her.

Lin Shizhen really feels cold, she can't catch a cold, and if she catches a cold, it will be transmitted to the little lemon.

In the past three years, she did not dare to make herself sick. Although she had Filipino maids at home, she always took care of Little Lemon herself.

Lin Shizhen put out her light fingers and took off the black windbreaker on her body.

Fu Qinglun looked at her. Inside was a silk shirt with a white bow and black pencil pants with a high waist. The woman's figure was very good, she was slender, and her legs were long and tight.

The white shirt is also a little wet, and the wet place is more sensitive. On the chest, the black lace bra can be seen faintly.

White and black, her temperament became more and more cold and beautiful, showing a charming feminine charm everywhere.

Lin Shizhen also realized that his chest was wet, and raised his eyes, Fu Qinglun was staring at her wet place.

"Fu Shao, I haven't seen you in three years, wouldn't you have fallen to the point of peeking at a woman's chest?"

Fu Qinglun picked a good-looking sword eyebrow, and her eyes moved from her shirt to her small face. "Miss Lin, I didn't peek. I was looking upright."

"..."

Because the hair was also wet, Lin Shizhen put out her light green hand to remove the rubber band from the hair. She shook her hair, and the hair swayed a charming arc in the air. The tiny drops of water directly Dumped on Fu Qinglun's handsome face.

Fu Qinglun was a little caught off guard. The smell came from the aroma of a woman's hair. "Intentionally?"

he asks.

Lin Shizhen curled a strand of hair on the cheek behind snow-white ears, and the corner of his lips evoked a beautiful arc.

She did it on purpose!

Fu Qinglun chuckled, and he took her black suit and handed it to her, "put it on."

The car was already heated, but Lin Shizhen still felt cold, and she did need his clothes.

She reached out her little green hand to pick it up.

The soft fingers touched the corner of the suit, but they didn't come over because the man didn't let go.

Her heart fluttered, and she just wanted to let go, but at this moment the man pulled hard, and her delicate body flew at him directly.

A strong healthy arm hooped around her lumbar limb, and she fell directly on the man's strong thigh.

pain.

His **** hurts, his thighs are too strong, like stones.

This posture was very ambiguous. She sat on his thigh, and Xiu Qiong's little nose smelled the clean and masculine scent of him, which seemed to smell better than ever.

Qingli Yingyu's little face steamed with two imperceptible flushes, and she immediately struggled, "Fu Shao, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Fu Qinglun didn't put it, his arm was still hooped firmly on her slim waist, and the documents on his legs were closed and thrown beside him. Then he reached out and held her small hand with a clean and big grasp, and put it Your own face.