Chapter 730: Cen tired to please 1

Chapter 730
Ten p.m.
After taking a shower, Fu Ting put on silk pajamas and lay on the sofa comfortably.
She was so busy and intrigued that she didn't even know that the door was opened, until the sound of a man dragging in the suitcase interrupted her thoughts.
Cen Jiang hurried home as soon as he got off the plane, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with the tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes, but he did not compromise his beauty.
Fu Ting raised his eyes to look at him, then quickly retracted his gaze and continued to do his own.
Cen Jiang originally thought that he hadn't seen him for so long, and what was waiting for him was the little girl's enthusiastic embrace, but he didn't expect to be completely ignored.
He raised his hand to unbutton his suit jacket and hung it on the shelf next to him. He wore a black knitted sweater inside. The sleeves were slightly rolled up to reveal the arm lines, "Baby, come and give me a hug. "
Fu Ting ignored him.
Cen Jing felt something was wrong now, changed his shoes and came to Fu Ting, leaned over and pressed her down, and confined her between the sofa and his arms.
Facing the strong signal that the man wanted to intervene, Fu Ting had to raise his eyes to look at him, and said with no expression, "Don't hinder me from doing things."
Cen Jing stared at Fu Ting's rosy lips, controlling the urge to kiss, his apple moved up and down, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
"It's okay."
The girl's attitude was cold, and Cen Qiu's heart was alarming, and she directly held her wrist.
The man was draped in the cold of the night, and even the temperature of his fingertips was extremely cold. He slowly rubbed the skin of her wrist, and chuckled eagerly and sexyly, "Why is it black me?"
"..."
Fu Ting was itchy by him, and couldn't help but shrink back, but he held it tighter and continued to be indifferent, "If you want to stop it, you can stop it."
Cen Jiang was really wronged now. He stared at her with pitch-black eyes, and said lowly, "I don't want to make a phone call for so long, and I don't want my brother?"
Fu Ting got angry when he saw his seduce appearance, sullen his face from his arms, and said angrily, "I'm annoyed when I see you!"
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Without waiting for Cen Tire's reaction, Fu Ting ran upstairs with the computer in his hand. He was about to enter the room, but the man who was overtaken him against the door frame.
Fu Ting broke off his big hand and said not very politely, "No entry allowed."
Cen Juan didn't move, he just looked at Fu Ting and chuckled, "I really don't want my brother?"
"No."
Fu Ting turned his face away, puffed up his cheeks, as clean and white as a peeled egg.
There is enough heating in the room. She is wearing silk pajamas, with thin arms and legs, and no bra. You can see the slightly rising hills in front of her chest, two shadowy points, just one glance, Cen Tien is a little bit up.
His palms were hot and he couldn't bear it, and quickly hugged her into the room with his arms around her waist.
The door slammed behind them, and Cen Qiong lowered his head and kissed her.
Fu Ting wanted to resist, and his hands were cut and raised above his head.
He held her lower lip and kissed deeply.
The man closed his eyes indulged and sultry, and Fu Ting was exhausted from his hot breath.
His other hand passed through the collar at some unknown time, and Weiliang's cocooned fingertips invaded a little bit along her skin.
It's slow and abrasive.
Fu Ting shuddered slightly, as if there was an electric current rising from his back, and like a wave of tide.
Before his breathing was robbed, he stopped, panting slightly, rubbing the tip of her nose against her.
"Whether you want it or not." Cen Juan's voice was muted and moving, "Anyway, I want to die."
(End of this chapter)