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The two bodyguards secretly sighed in their hearts that their lives were miserable. The bodyguards of other people's homes were used to fight, and the personal bodyguards next to Mr. An were either porters or nanny.The two of them get drunk just thinking about it. Of course, thinking about it, they can only think about it. Compared with others who work hard, their jobs are not only high-paying, but also zero-risk.

"Mommy?" An Zhenshao asked weakly.

Ever since he learned about their experience yesterday, Detective An felt that he was sorry for Ling Jiajia deep in his heart. He became cautious about her, for fear that if he was careful, he would frighten her.

Lin Xiaomeng was the fastest, and immediately went to An Zhenshao's side, and whispered: "Dad, Mommy is sleeping alone upstairs."

She sleeps alone and speaks very loudly.

An Zhenshao opened his eyes wide and looked at Xiao Mengmeng with an unbelievable look. He almost reached out to praise her for her.But just by looking at An Detective Young Master An's eyes, you can tell that the one in your heart is screaming.

Lin Xiaobao scorned the two of them, then went upstairs silently.Another bodyguard saw it and immediately followed behind him.

After Detective An watched the two children go upstairs, he also went upstairs and sneaked to Ling Jiajia's door.It turned out that the door was not closed.

This damned woman didn't even close the door when she slept. What if some pervert ran in?Of course, he never expected that he was the only pervert who wanted to run in.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the door open very lightly, then went in by himself.

The room was smaller than the room of the two little guys, and it was full of clothes and food everywhere.

Detective An...

She was still the same as before, her habits hadn't changed at all.

Detective An went to the bed lightly, and found Ling Jiajia covering his face with the quilt, he stretched out his hand to pull the quilt off, and Ling Jiajia's face was exposed.

How long has it been since you looked at her so closely?

An Zhenshao stretched out his slender fingers, and stroked her face gently.

Forehead, eyes, nose, mouth, when his hand touched the soft lips, they stopped there and went back and forth, and couldn't stop.

He wants to kiss her.

Just do what you want, bent your head down, An Zhenshao stretched out his hands to press Ling Jiajia's two hands to the top of his head, then moved his cold lips forward, and touched those lips lightly.Originally, he just wanted to touch it, and it was true.

However, when he touched that lip, he couldn't stop at all.The tip of the tongue sticks out fiercely, gently drawing the shape of Lingaga's lips, and continues to stick out the tip of the tongue.

"Hmm." Ling Jiajia felt that someone was pressing on her, and opened her mouth in discomfort, but Detective An thrust the tip of her tongue into her mouth the moment Ling Jiajia opened his mouth.

Familiar feeling, familiar breath, come everywhere.Detective An couldn't stand that gentle movement anymore, and the tip of his tongue began to frantically sweep back and forth in her mouth, sucking the air in Lingaga's mouth constantly.

"Hmm." Ling Jiajia closed her eyes and began to struggle, but the more she struggled, An Zhenshao pressed her tighter with his own body.Kiss more and more.

The big palm gradually let go of her hand and reached into her pajamas.

When his fingertips touched the delicate skin, An Zhenshao's whole body trembled slightly, followed by Ling Jiajia's body trembling too.

Both were adults and hadn't had sex for five years, and when their two familiar bodies came together, they reacted to each other.

An Zhenshao's lower body was swollen and painful. He really wanted this woman, really wanted this woman.However, he couldn't scare Ling Jiaji, for fear that he would frighten Ling Jiajia if he was not careful.Although he thought so in his head, he found that his hands and body didn't listen to the words in his head at all.

The big palm that was placed under Lingaga's clothes had already climbed onto Lingaga's stomach, and it was stroking back and forth on it, and the tracer shot upwards.