Chapter 173 Gu Yanhao, Have You Touched Enough?

Gu Yanhao moved very quickly, clasping her waist with one hand, pressing the back of her head with the other, bowing her head, and clasping her lips tightly.

After grabbing her lips, he sucked and bit, with a trace of punishment.

Xu Jing felt that she should not stay at this time, and she quietly exited the office.

He was about to close the door gently, but found that Song Jiuyue was standing at the door without knowing when, looking inside with a dull gaze.

Xu Jing looked at the two people who were kissing together, and looked at Song Jiuyue with a hurt face.

She pursed her lips and gently closed the door.

The door, separated from sight, Song Jiuyue withdrew her gaze and glared at Xu Jing fiercely.

...

Song Wuyou's mind went blank.

Just feel a soft full, elastic touch on the lips.

Gu Yanhao hugged her body tightly, and seeing that she didn't resist, he pried open her teeth and forced her in.

He was irritated because the netizens attacked her on the Internet, but she was calm and calm, and he wanted to punish her.

But when he touched her lips, feeling her sweetness, he was reluctant to let go.

The warm and slippery things turned over in his mouth, and Song Wuyou seemed to be electrocuted all over his body.

The man closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

After the long kiss, Gu Yanhao reluctantly released Song Wuyou.

Song Wuyou's cheeks were flushed, and she stared blankly at Gu Yanhao who was successful and satisfied, "You kiss me?"

Gu Yanhao looked at her coolly, "I'll bite you."

"Gu Yanhao, you rascal!"

"It's the first time I've heard that a husband kissing his wife is a hooligan." Gu Yanhao smiled, and stuck out his tongue to lick his lips, his eyes were evil and his movements were charming.

Song Wuyou looked at him like this, blushed, turned around, and didn't look at him at all.

"It tastes quite sweet." Gu Yanhao was still in the mood.

Song Wuyou gritted his teeth, really wanting to kick this man out.

"Have you been inspired to make clothes?" Gu Yanhao looked at the pieces of fabric on the table.

"There used to be, but when you disturbed it, there was no inspiration."

"No, no." Gu Yanhao hooked his lips: "I don't want you to be too tired."

When Song Wuyou heard this, her heart ached slightly.

It was the first time that she had listened to her caring so much.

Gu Yanhao glanced at the white porcelain bowl on her computer desk and raised his eyebrows: "Have you finished eating the Ejiao cake?"

"It's over." Song Wuyou replied lightly.

"How does it taste?"

"good."

Such a low tone again.

Gu Yanhao stepped forward and took her hand in his palm.

Song Wuyou looked at him in surprise, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was holding it tightly.

She glared at him: "what are you doing?"

"I feel your hands are warmer."

"……???"What's the meaning?

Seeing her bewildered face, Gu Yanhao smiled lowly, "Don't you know your hands are cold?"

"It's so hot right now, I can't feel it." How did he know?

"You scratch my itch, and a burst of cold penetrates my heart." Gu Yanhao rubbed her hand and raised her eyebrows slightly: "It's still not warm, and I will insist on eating a piece of donkey-hide gelatin cake every day from now on."

"..." Song Wuyou looked at Gu Yanhao quietly, suddenly being so concerned by him, she was a little... uncomfortable.

Gu Yanhao held her hand, rubbing and touching it. In fact, he felt that her hand was small, soft and boneless, and it was very comfortable to hold.

Touching and touching, he was reluctant to let go of her.

Song Wuyou's clear eyes were indifferent, but her heartbeat accelerated a little out of her control.

She looked at Gu Yanhao angrily, "Gu Yanhao, have you touched enough?"