What male model?

What kind of male model?

Xu Zhaozhao's body froze, and he felt that the force he had stepped on his leather shoes was much stronger.

I was about to slide down several times, but the man supported me and helped me up again.

As they came and went, their breathing became heavier.

"Mr. Gu is so unconfident?"

Xu Zhaozhao seemed to have become bold all of a sudden, and wrapped his arms around Gu Qingyan's neck, tiptoed slightly toward his eyes.

She couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.

"My male model is here now, Mr. Gu is so proud of it!"

Xu Zhaozhao has no other skills, and he is still good at saying some beautiful words.

He was so keen that Gu Qingyan's condition was not right tonight. Can his own joke make him so angry?

What a stingy guy!

Saying some pretty words can always make him coaxed, right?

Xu Zhaozhao thought so the second before he was thrown into bed.

The feeling of weightlessness came and she fell into the soft big bed.

With Gu Qingyan.

With the night light at the head of the bed, Xu Zhaozhao could finally see his face clearly.

Her fair face is still delicate and outrageous under the warm yellow light.

He looked at Xu Zhaozhao's face from top to bottom, his fingers gently rubbing her face, a little itchy.

The eyelids drooped, and the long crow eyelashes covered his eyes, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"or……"

He lowered his voice and said, "Will Bodhisattva Xu inspect the goods tonight?"

"No, no, no."

Xu Zhaozhao's reaction is usually quite slow, but when Gu Qingyan talks about this topic, she becomes quicker.

He shook his head quickly, anxiously like a panicked kitten.

Gu Qingyan held her hands and stuffed her hands and feet into the quilt, covering the two slender white legs.

"Don't move, hug."

The man said the most vulnerable words in the most domineering tone.

But Xu Zhaozhao didn't dare to move at all.

He buried his head in Xu Zhaozhao's neck, and the faint fragrance of freesia floated into the tip of his nose one after another, alleviating some of the bipolar depression in his heart.

really.

The most delicious thing in the world is my wife.

The woman's sixth sense told Xu Zhaozhao that Gu Qingyan must have encountered something unhappy.

Gu Qingyan didn't say anything, but this guy was not in high spirits tonight, and he was rubbing around her, sniffing his movements...

Much like an injured dog.

By the way, Xu Zhaozhao reached out and rubbed Gu Qingyan's head, and habitually said: "Baby be good~"

...

Both sides were silent.

Oh no! I have developed a habit of touching my son’s head every day!

My hand wanted to retract like a conditioned reflex, but the next second I was grabbed by a big palm and my fingers were intertwined.

He raised his eyes and met a pair of deep eyes.

Finally, Xu Zhaozhao cried and retracted his hand.

The beautiful almond eyes were swollen into two walnuts, and tears fell from the corners of the eyes from time to time. I didn’t dare to bite my lip, so it hurts when I bite it.

The thighs buried in the quilt were exposed at some point, and a few red pinching marks could be seen vaguely...

Xu Zhaozhao's fist hit Gu Qingyan like raindrops, a little annoyed and embarrassed: "I'm going to make up for the live broadcast tomorrow!!"

It does not cause any threat, or even has a sense of coquettishness.

He hugged her tighter in the darkness, and his hoarse voice was extremely low, "Xu Bodhisattva, you should thank you for going to make up for the recording tomorrow."
Chapter completed!