The big brother's little dick is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 235

It looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before.

"what happened?"

Xu Wei followed her gaze, landed on the clock on his wrist, and said slowly: "This is a gift from a friend."

"Oh."

The style of this watch was too familiar, but she couldn't remember where she saw it before, scratched her head, and picked up chopsticks to eat.

.........

The weather in the capital is strange to say the least, hot suddenly, cold also suddenly.

Song Ning's birthday was approaching, and Yan Yan wanted to hold a grand 20-year-old for her in the capital. The girl who was underestimated was already slim.

Yan Yan felt indescribable. He had waited too long. When he turned 20 on this day, he hoped that Song Ning would stay in this period of time.

Never grow up, always protect her.

Song Ning's birthday seemed to be announced silently, and many celebrities from all walks of life came to send blessings and gifts.

Although Song Ning had received gifts from many people on her birthday before, this year's was very different. The gifts in the living room were like Yan Xiansheng's birthday presents.

Although not as much as him, it made Song Ning feel that her pace was getting closer to Yan Yan's.

News came from the old house that the old house held a birthday party for Song Ning and asked her to take Yan Yan back with her.

Song Ning saw the disappointment in the man's eyes, she leaned into his arms, and kissed his smooth chin: "What's wrong?"

"I thought I'd prepare a feast for you, but it seems like it won't work."

I heard that at the old house, Mr. Song prepared very hard. He started to make preparations very early. He worked hard for Song Ning's birthday party when he was old.

Yan Yan also prepared a birthday party here. Song Ning knew about it, but she didn't know what it would be like. She was looking forward to it.

At the same time, she didn't want her grandpa to be left alone.

Yan Yan threaded through her hair, pinned the back of her head, and said seriously, "Go to Grandpa."

Song Ning was a little confused, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "But..."

She wants to go to both sides, and she doesn't want to lose one side. You can't have it both ways.

"Okay, you haven't been with grandpa for long, so you have to go to grandpa's side." The man pinched her chin lightly, sliding his fingertips across her soft little face, and rubbed gently: "We still have a lot Lots... lots of birthdays."

Song Ning knew how much Yan Yan valued her at the age of 20 this time, no less than Mr. Song.

She leaned over, leaning her furry head against his chest, her voice was sweet and low, caressing the tip of the man's heart like a feather: "I'm sorry."

"I'm really sorry, then..."

Yan Yan raised his chin, his expression became calm, and the servants around him left immediately.

When Song Ning saw him looking at her, her brows and eyes were soft and full of smiles: "At night?"

"do not want!"

Song Ning felt that she was going to be led to ruin, and she understood what he meant immediately.

After refusing too quickly, she asked again with a discussing tone: "Already, today is my birthday, so can't you let me sleep peacefully??"

"Heh." Yan Yan let out a chuckle from his chest, as if shaking the girl's heart, numb.

"Actually... there are other ways to let it go."

With a provocative voice, he stared at Song Ning's puzzled face, and looked down.

Song Ning: "??"

"any solution?"

She is still in her safe period.

The man suddenly turned over and shackled the girl to the sofa. The broken hair on her forehead fell down, forming a shadow in front of her eyes.

I don't know what was said in Song Ning's ear.

The girl's cheeks turned red, and she shrank up, nestling in his arms.

"Is it not possible?" The man continued to guide her slowly: "You don't need to work hard at all, just let me do it, and you still refuse me?"

Song Ning wanted to refuse, but she was blocked tightly, her clear and clear eyes gradually became foggy, and a little pain came directly to her collarbone.

"It's too conspicuous here, what should I do if grandpa sees it later?..."

"Don't be afraid."

Song Ning's clenched hands were torn apart, and the gap between her fingers was squeezed away by a hand much bigger than hers, and her fingers interlocked.

Song looked in the mirror, saw the bright marks on the collarbone and neck, pursed his lips, pointed and asked: "How do you want me to see grandpa?"

It's so obvious, it's okay for others to see it.What's more, I will see grandpa today.

"follow me."

Song Ning's legs were weak, Yan Yan carried her to the cloakroom like a child, and took out a two-piece Chinese style bubble skirt from the closet.

The collar of the jacket is a stand-up collar, and the buttons are in the same direction as a cheongsam. The color is off-white, and the patterns are many tulle patterns. It is not girly and playful in elegance.

Song Ning was born exquisite and beautiful, like a person placed in a window, just like a man, a walking clothes rack.

"Like it?"

Seeing the astonishment in the girl's eyes, the man's thin lips hooked slightly, and he placed her on the tie cabinet table, his fingers with sharp knuckles quietly wrapped around her back and touched the zipper.

"Bah."

Song Ning almost felt the exposed air-conditioning, covered herself in a second, and screamed in a low voice, "Can't you say hello?"

Yan Yan, on the other hand, was indifferent, with a calm face, so indifferent, he took the new skirt loosely and slowly, and put it on Song Ning.

Knees slightly bent, one hand resting on the edge of the table, leaning over to the girl's ear, with a mocking smile in his eyes: "Why are you so shy?"

She reacted so strongly that Yan Yan could think for a moment how Song Ning would be tortured by him so that no one dared to see her.

"You...can't you just say something?"

Song Ning felt that he was getting worse and worse.

Yan Yan smiled lightly, pinched her pink cheeks and earlobes, and stroked them carefully, as if admiring something, with a loose posture: "Say it... then I won't see you like this."

"Restrain yourself!"

Song Ning put on her clothes, jumped off the table lightly, pulled Yan Yan out of the cloakroom, and locked the door mercilessly.

The man looked at the closed door with a smile in his piercing black eyes. He didn't know what to think of, let out an inaudible breath, and picked up his phone.

……

20 years old, just the right age.

On Song Ning's birthday, she lived a gloomy life, and her smiles were all forced out.

At that time, except for grandpa, everyone she wanted left her.

She is turning 20 this year, and the person she misses is right in front of her eyes.

The girl is wearing a beautiful bubble skirt, which is playful and girly without losing the girlishness of a girl. Her waist is lined with a slender waist, her slender and straight legs, and a pair of shimmering heels.

Amazement flashed across Yan Yan's eyes, and the sharp and hostile eyebrows were gradually soaked in softness.

He was wearing a suit of the same color, setting off the girl, lowered his forehead slightly, and kissed her heartily, with a lingering smile in his eyes: "Ling Ning, you have finally grown up."

(End of this chapter)