Mr. Tang brought Su Mian back to his private apartment. It is a low-key and quiet neighborhood. The two floors on the top are connected. The house is not huge but it is still empty. Usually only the aunt from the old house comes to clean up and cook.

Su Mian was full of hesitation and timidity, and in the empty big house, she suddenly imagined: This is probably the big boss's golden house. Maybe Mr. Tang is married in secret. He must have such a property. So many sets...

The children who only listened to the female classmates in the class discussing Mary Su's dog-blood novels had their brains widened after experiencing sexual desire. Tang Hechuan had already made a phone call, and he had already followed up with being lucky, favored, out of favor, and then on the way. The plot of the Lord coming to the door, being abandoned, the empty house, and washing his face with tears every day has been fully thought out.

It might be better to be completely disgusted from the beginning.

Mr. Tang felt that the child might have misunderstood something. When he was sleeping at night, he stiffened his body and took off his clothes, then leaned over and kissed him. He even dared to reach out and touch his brother who had no concentration.

In fact, the lips trembled slightly in fear, they were cold and soft, and they didn't even know how to stick out their tongues when they asked for a kiss.

Desperate and decisive, desperate.

In a rare embarrassment, Mr. Tang hastily kissed him back twice, and when he couldn't help but take a further step, he was suddenly pulled off and stuffed into the quilt.

When her skin touched the soft quilt, Su Mian lost all courage in almost a second.

Before fleeing in despair, Mr. Tang was nailed to the spot by the child's crying expression. He sighed and walked back, gently kissing his wrinkled and trembling eyelashes, "Good night."

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