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Jingzi Minamikawa couldn't believe it. From childhood to adulthood, she was the one who rejected others.

I can’t count how many men I rejected.

The building’s trash cans are filled with discarded flowers every day.

Today she finally knew what it felt like.

"It's not over yet." Nanchuan Jingzi looked at Fang Zuo's receding back.

He gritted his teeth and waved his fist.

Don't try to escape from me, this isn't over yet.

Asshole guy.

I will make sure you can't leave me.

And then dump you.

Bagaya Deer.

Fortunately.

I still have one of his suits.

It all smells like him.

Minamikawa Keiko's little face turned a little red.

The pent-up emotions tonight are eager to be released.

Chiyoda.

In Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

Fang Zuogang opened the door.

"Owner."

A cry of surprise.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu rushed over quickly.

The fragrant breeze comes.

The pair of huge things in front of his chest hit Fang Zuo's chest heavily.

The squeezed liquid overflowed from both sides.

A pair of arms were hooked around Fang Zuo's neck.

Try to stand on tiptoe.

Offer your soft and slippery little tongue.

Chapter 60: The Warmth of Shiraishi Nagimitsu (Please read it!)

They kissed wetly for a long time before separating.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu squatted down to help Fang Zuo take off his shoes.

Said happily:

"I thought the master wouldn't be back tonight, and Yui fell asleep. Have you eaten? I'll feed you from below."

Fang Zuo looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu carefully.

Perfect makeup, light eyeshadow.

Her plump lips were painted with bean paste-colored lipstick.

She didn't even take off the pearl earrings.

Also wearing a white shirt and work uniform skirt.

Shiny, see-through pantyhose wrapped around her slender and plump legs.

Extends from the toes to the upper thigh.

The fair skin is revealed, with a shiny luster.

Especially on the toes and thighs, the fine lines stretched by the tight, shiny silk fabric are stretched open.

Makes the skin appear brighter, whiter, tenderer, smoother and more delicate.

"Why haven't you taken off your makeup and changed your clothes yet so late?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Does it look good?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood on tiptoe and turned around like a ballet dancer. "I wanted the master to see my makeup today, so I didn't take it off and even put on some more makeup."

She hooked her hands around Fang Zuo's neck and put her delicate little face close to Fang Zuo's ear.

A soft and elegant whisper.

Exhale like a orchid.

"I don't want to take it off myself...I want the master to rip it off."

Then she grabbed Fang Zuo's hand and placed it on her pantyhose-wrapped buttocks.

After some tossing.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was wearing an apron and cooking ramen for Fang Zuo.

There was nothing inside, just a snow-white back and a pair of black low-waisted thongs.

Extremely enchanting.

A huge hole had been torn in the oily, see-through pantyhose.

It was barely tied around the waist.

Although Fang Zuo said he was not hungry.

But Shiraishi Nagimitsu insisted on doing it.

I can only let her do what she wants.

Cut a few slices of braised beef tongue.

Take out some sheets of dried nori.

Arrange them neatly on the cooked ramen.

Add the hot spring egg cooked in another pot.

Sprinkle with chopped green onions.

Bring it to Fang Zuo.

"Yui wants to learn how to drive and get a driver's license." Shiraishi Nagimitsu supported her chin and looked at her man eating noodles with satisfaction.

There was a thousand threads of sweetness in her eyes.

Sitting on a stool with the bruised area on the buttocks seemed to be a bit painful.

But she prefers this feeling.

A sense of presence.

"Let her go and learn." Fang Zuo ate his ramen in big mouthfuls: "It's a good thing."

The noodle soup is chicken soup prepared by Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Sweet and delicious.

"But she's so dazed, I'm afraid something might go wrong while driving." Shiraishi Nagimitsu stretched out her white, tender fingers, wiped the grease from Fang Zuo's mouth, and then put it into her mouth and sucked it off. "Also, what if she learns to race cars from those rich second-generations in college?"

"No, don't underestimate Yui." Fang Zuo took another sip of noodle soup: "You can't stop everything. You have to learn to try. It's like painting. I saw Yui's paintings, they are pretty good."

"Sodersne." Shiraishi Nagiko said again, "Would you like to see the design drawings for the two upper floors of the Xinrong Planning Building?"

"No need, it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision." Fang Zuo wiped his mouth and said, "You decide."

Fang Zuo took out a card and handed it to Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"What is this?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked it up in surprise.

A cherry blossom logo on a black card.

Of course she understood the value of this card.

"I don't know how much money is in there. Use it when you need it, and ask me for more when you've used it all up." Fang Zuo finished the last sip of soup.

The craftsmanship is really good.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu didn't ask where it came from.

It seems like my man is omnipotent, and nothing is strange about where he comes from.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu cleaned up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

Fang Zuo sat on the sofa and watched the interview program hosted by Minamikawa Keiko on TV.

Several experts were interviewed inside, and the cause of the Baizang Mountain landslide was introduced in a serious manner.

There are geological problems caused by earthquakes and soil erosion problems.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu took out a few bunches of red agate grapes from the refrigerator, washed them and put them in the fruit bowl.

He came running over like offering a treasure,

"These are grapes someone sent me today."

She sat down in Fang Zuo's arms, resting her little head on his arm.

Pick up one and put it in his mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

Fang Zuo nodded, supported Shiraishi Nagi's little head with his arm, and pinched her earlobe with his fingers.

From time to time, I would stroke her little face with the back of my hand, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

"This was given to me by someone. I usually just throw it away." Shiraishi Nagihiru moaned in pleasure and stuffed another one into Fang Zuo's pocket. "But since it looked like a Ruby Roman grape, I thought the owner might not have eaten it before, so I brought it back."

"I really haven't eaten it. Who sent it to you?" Fang Zuo asked.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face flushed and she felt a little embarrassed.

"Pursuer?" Fang Zuo understood at a glance.

A beauty of Shiraishi Nagimitsu's level, let alone now that her ex-husband is dead.

Even if her husband is still alive, she will never lack suitors, both openly and covertly.

Pull decent women into the water and persuade prostitutes to become good women.

Men's bad habits have not changed for thousands of years.

Shiraishi Nagiko nodded, took one and put it in her mouth, then passed it to Fang Zuo and said coquettishly, "I'm sorry, I'll throw it away next time. I wanted to bring it to you to try. The yield of this kind of grape is very small."

"It's okay, it's not a big deal." Fang Zuo waved his hand and said, "Use the courtesy offered by others to serve your own man. OK."

"I don't know how annoying those people are. No matter how hard I try, they send me things every day. They just drop off the things and leave. I even have to hire an assistant to deal with these deliveries." Shiraishi Nagimitsu complained.

"I'll take Yui shopping for clothes tomorrow." Fang Zuo said, stroking Shiraishi Nagimitsu's smooth long hair.

"Yui called you? I told her to leave you alone."

"fine."

"I want to go too." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said coquettishly, "I don't want to go to work anymore. I want to go with you too."

Fang Zuo pinched her earlobe and knew she was joking.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu is indeed an out-and-out strong woman and extremely dedicated to her work.

Every day I work and I never have time for entertainment.

The refrigerator is full of instant meals.

It was only after I moved in that I had more fresh ingredients.

I think Shiraishi Nagimitsu bought it to make for himself.

Suddenly I realized that the person in my arms was motionless.