After being marked by the boss of scum’s ex-wife

Last time.

Well, the last time Zhu Sui spoke in this voice...

The shoulders were slightly cold, and Zhu Sui rubbed Song Zhen's shoulders through the clothes.

Song Zhen only felt hot at the roots of her ears. The time she begged for Zhusui, it was... during the estrus...

"me…"

The bamboo year raises eyebrows.

Song Zhen muttered for a long time, with water in his eyes, "I am sober now."

The voice was soft, with a slight begging for mercy.

Almost face to face, Zhu Sui could see clearly, the apricot eyes near him were slightly rounded and filled with water vapor, which seemed to disturb the sparkling of a pool of surface, and it seemed to throw a lot of stars into the eyes, like that. When looking at people with a little helpless frown, I always feel that there is a bright fire reflected inside, like two rare gems.

Make people want to see clearly, want to... own.

Zhu Sui's lips pressed against Song Zhen's ear, and he kissed softly without hesitation.

It is very light, very shallow, and hardly contains any **** in it.

So, Song Zhen still seemed to be frightened. He trembled again. Zhu Sui moved away again and raised his eyes. The tears in the apricot's eyes near him were full again, as if they would overflow at any moment.

Zhu Sui smiled, his slender eyelashes underwent, like a small fan rubbing against Song Zhen's heart, slightly itching.

"Sister, why are you so shy..."

His voice was slow, and he couldn't tell whether there were many sighs, or the tone of ridicule.

Song Zhen's neck was hot because of such a touch.

Last time there was only a layer of darkness covering her body. She had nothing on her body. She can still remember the strength of Zhu Sui holding her waist, and her hands were firmly pressing on her struggle. She said with emotion that her waist was thin... This time I want her, but, Can't...

She, she can't...

The more cringe in his heart, the more pitiful Song Zhen's expression makes people want to bully.

Zhu Sui raised her eyelids and looked at each other again. She did not speak, and Song Zhen seemed to be crying the next moment.

When he moved, if the tip of Zhu Sui's nose touched Song Zhen's chin, as soon as he raised his head, he could kiss the other person's white neck. It was a gesture of looking up and a perspective that allowed Song Zhen to look down on her.

With such a slight change, Zhu Sui's strength faded unconsciously, and Song Zhen no longer felt overwhelmed.

And Zhu Sui raised her head, letting the light hit her face without reservation, dispelling the blackness in her eyes, and her pupils showed a translucent brown color, like translucent amber embedded in her beautiful face.

Song Zhen was taken aback.

Zhu Sui stared at her for an instant, with a focused expression and full and sincere emotion in his eyes.

"What are you shaking? Are you afraid..."

"Then I won't move, will you come here?"

"Use omega's instinct to please me, eh?"

The ending is upturned and slapped.

Song Zhen: "How..."

Zhu Sui squinted his eyes slightly, and his expression revealed a rare anxiety, "Do you need me to please the lovers??"

After a pause, the tone was not correct, and he chewed playfully and cried, "Sister."

The long fingers slowly moved from Song Zhen's neckline to the neck, and stroked gently, suggesting that it shouldn't be too heavy.

"I want to smell you and release pheromones, will I? I also need you?"

Song Zhen was burned by Zhu Sui's serious academic discourse. She shook her head, and after a moment, Zhu Sui smelled the citrus scent that belonged to Song Zhen, sweet and delicious, which made her grind her teeth secretly.

"I still can't control it well, you, don't mind." The newly split omega looked very weak.

Weak and soft, Zhu Sui's fingers even wanted to use some strength to rub out another sweet voice in the opponent's throat.

But after all she held it back, the hint was in place, and she looked at Song Zhen like this.

Don’t push, don’t rush, let Song Zhen capture every subtle expression on her face, let Song Zhen measure by herself, what step can she do if she pleases...

After a while, Zhu Sui watched Song Zhen close by, and his lips were slightly parted, and the water inside could be seen at close range. The tip of his tongue was between the upper and lower teeth, as if he was about to stick out, but also as if he was bitten by the teeth. At the same time, in the red and white colors, Zhu Sui couldn't move his eyes.

I couldn't look away, and when I got closer, I could see the two trembling lips, soft and waxy, showing the texture of jelly, slowly, leisurely, and pressed against her lips.

Zhu Sui sighed from the bottom of his heart, as if he had gotten some satisfaction.

His long eyes drooped slightly, he relaxed his strength, and parted his lips, letting Song Zhen dominate the kiss.

Xu is too nervous, or maybe too unfamiliar. Song Zhen didn’t control his strength. He pressed Zhu Sui's shoulders too hard. Zhu Sui was sitting on his shoulders, thinking of anything, he did not resist, he relaxed again, and let Song Zhen general. She pushed into the sofa...

The sound of the water was finely chopped and stirred.

Song Zhen's nose became confused, but Zhu Sui's breath became heavier and heavier...

I don’t know when the two changed positions. Song Zhen was pressed into the sofa. Zhu Sui bowed his head and kissed her. The kiss started with her, and finally the initiative passed to Zhu Sui, and Song Zhen was already there. Dizzy, almost asking for something...

Zhu Sui's hot breath brushed her cheeks, and her cold hair brushed her skin from time to time. Two completely different body sensations made her feel like jumping repeatedly in the ice and fire...

This kiss lasted for a long time, and the exchange of the two pheromones made Song Zhen feel a very light and fluttering pleasure...

It's like that inexplicable night...

…

Today's bamboo years are not too much.

The last deep kiss ended with another temporary mark.

But this time, being coaxed by Zhu Sui, Song Zhen also bitten Zhu Sui’s glands. The feeling of pheromone blooming between his lips and teeth, refreshing, and with a touch of sweetness, made Song Zhen more and more aware of the wonders that belong to AO. …

…

Song Zhen slept in the master bedroom.

After the kiss, I don’t know if it’s just split up and released for a long time, but in the end I found that I couldn’t take the pheromone.

Zhu Sui was afraid that she would be marked after differentiation. She did not actively release pheromones. She has been trying to suppress her glands. Maybe her glands have been suppressed for too long and she did not force her to close them. Close the doors and windows, open the ventilation system, and hold her...

Closed his eyes in extreme fatigue, Song Zhen's thoughts were unwilling to calm down.

Song Zhen knew that the crux lies with Song's father.

Zhu Sui is very generous, but she doesn't want to take advantage of others. Besides, she has taken advantage of the other party enough. To a certain extent, Song Zhen also wants to give the other party the respect she deserves.

Yes, such a good person.

I will hug her and coax her to sleep...

Thinking of this, the inner balance that was once at a standstill finally began to tilt, and after a few moments, the entangled things have their final direction—

She still decided to tell Father Song.

I was worried about the presence of Cheng's mother before, and things would get more and more uncontrollable when things were said, and Song's father was angry with Cheng's mother.

After calming down, Song Zhen decided to leave Cheng's mother aside and chat with Song father alone after the dinner.

Divorce is not a trivial matter. Prepare medicine. No, maybe Father Song should take a medicine first, and she will...

Miraculously, once a decision is made, the inner anxiety dissipates almost instantly.

Under Zhu Sui's caress, his back was wrapped in the other party's pheromone, and Song Zhen fell asleep quickly.

When the sky is bright, the breath is full of dreamlike mint aroma.

It belongs to the smell of bamboo.

Song Zhen looked at the time and fell asleep deeply, waking up close to noon.

No one is around.

When she walked out of the master bedroom, the cooking aunt saw Song Zhen, "Good Dragon Boat Festival, let me tell you before Miss Zhu leaves. She will go home and don’t have to wait for her for lunch..."

After a pause, he said with a smile, "The dishes will be ready immediately. If you want to eat something, I will steam a custard for you. If you don't want to eat it, just wait for lunch."

Song Zhen grabbed his hair, touched his cell phone, and found that Zhu Sui had also sent a message to himself.

[Sister Yi’s bag of rice dumplings, let me get them, sister, take a good rest and come back soon]

Song Zhen sniffed and typed, [OK]

Put down the phone and smiled at the aunt, "Good Dragon Boat Festival, no trouble, I'll wait for lunch."

When the door of Song's Father Hotel was knocked, he thought it was Song Zhen who was here, which was strange.

Yesterday, I learned that the children are very tired recently. Obviously today, everyone’s appointment is for dinner. Come at this point...

Opening the door, it was not Song Zhen outside the door, but Zhu Sui with a smile on his face.

After saying hello, Zhu Sui stretched out his hand and handed out a bag. Father Song opened it to see that it was a neat string of zongzi.

It's not the kind sold outside, but it's wrapped in my own home. The lotus leaves are neat and tidy, and when you open it, it smells like a lotus leaf scent.

"Uncle Song, the rice dumplings in my house, I just picked it up in the morning. When I came back and drove past here, I thought, I met you yesterday, and I will bring you some too. Put it in the suitcase and take it back to Jiangcheng for food. specialty."

"How embarrassing..."

"It's okay, I'll just do it, it's not a gift box, it's worthless, I hope you don't dislike it."

What Zhu Sui said, Song's father paused again when he wanted to pass the zongzi back.

It's really not expensive, it's a lot of thought.

If you send it specifically to him, and then push it, it will seem to look down on others.

Zhu Sui is very accurate. Father Song will definitely not ask for the gift box. It seems very strange to send it specially. It is a sentiment that the low-quality goods at home are not expensive and it is a dilemma.

And Song's father lived alone for many years, and he couldn't tell that there was such a thing in the family.

He is usually busy enough as a teacher, so there is no time to make rice dumplings by himself!

This…

Father Song finally took it, took it, and looked at the time, and suggested: "Chief Bamboo, have you eaten? You can also trouble you to make a special trip... Or I will ask you to have lunch?"

Zhu Sui laughed, and naturally would not refuse: "Then dare to love it!"

Mother Cheng returned to the hotel after lunch. She was planning to go to Beijing in the afternoon to go shopping. After thinking about it, she thought that she should discuss with Lao Song later and invite Cheng Lang and Song Zhen to lead a meal. Oh, what kind of restaurant should I choose, Chinese food or Western food? If you go to eat hot pot, will it be less formal...

Before I finished thinking about it, I looked at a car on the side of the road and felt familiar, like Cheng Lang's section chief.

I shook my head and laughed at myself. I was able to send them yesterday. It was a coincidence. How could it be possible to come again today? Others will have a holiday too!

Before shaking this head, she suddenly saw Lao Song coming out from the door of the hotel, and he was talking and laughing with Zhu Sui. Cheng Mu was taken aback.

With such a daunting effort, he watched Zhu Sui and Lao Song get into the car.

When Cheng's mother reacted, she should go up and say hello, and then catch up. The car drove up and did not say hello. The exhaust smoke smeared her face, causing her to cough and pat her chest.

Cheng's mother came to realize that he was awkward, and the bamboo chief was looking for Lao Song, why didn't she look for her?

Or, come to them, she just missed it? ?

Cheng Mu suddenly regretted that she had eaten this meal too early. It must be Zhu Sui who could not find anyone in front of her door!

Missed a chance to socialize, and ate the exhaust gas from the car again, Cheng Mu turned and went into the hotel with an upset expression on her face!

Song Zhenquan told Zhu Sui about Father Song's taste.

Zhu Sui thought about it, and finally took someone to a private kitchen, the kind of restaurant where Song's father wanted to pay and couldn't find a place. The dishes they cooked were not expensive, they only served the members and kept the accounts directly.

Father Song had two bowls of rice.

Looking at it, Zhu Sui felt that the choice was a good one, and went to fill up the money again.

Father Song originally intended to treat guests, but in the end the money was paid by Zhu Sui, which was extremely embarrassing.

Zhu Sui talked with Father Song and said that it was okay, but he was not thoughtful. He forgot that they were a private kitchen, and said that there would be time in the future. Father Song would treat him in the evening, not in a hurry.

Zhu Sui has a very own way of dealing with people. In the end, not to mention that Song's father coaxed him to be obedient, but Song's father also praised Zhu Sui, saying that she was a good young man and excellent.

Father Song is also a solid child, and he feels flattered and overjoyed to praise Zhu Sui's cheeky.

Zhu Sui was embarrassed, "Where is it, not so good, my brothers and sisters are much better than me..."

"Why can't you afford it? You are the second lieutenant colonel I have ever seen. The first one was a few decades ago, in peaceful times. First-class merit was not so easy to get, the friend before. It’s a clerical post. After you work, you get promoted from a major. You really get promoted from a lieutenant, right? Your military rank has a higher gold content..."

Yes, after some exchanges, Father Song has cordially called Zhu Sui by his nickname.

Seeing that Zhu Sui didn't believe in his praise, he really broke up with Zhu Sui and proved that he didn't talk nonsense.

Listening to this, Zhu Sui only felt lighter.

I thought to myself that my father had a good vision, and he only pretended to smile shyly on his face.

Father Song: "Don't think I'm joking, I'm telling you, your age is the second lieutenant colonel I have ever seen. Don't think that I don't see too much. Back then, I..."

"How could it happen, I didn't mean that..."

After touching his head, Zhu Sui smiled as a horseshoe ailment in the spring breeze. She was praised a lot outside, but it was still different from being praised by an honest person like Father Song.

Especially Song's father is Song Zhen's father, this feeling, this feeling, I always feel that it is even more wonderful!

It's hard to describe, in short, it's very top-notch and very inspired!

Father Song looked at Zhu Sui's brilliant smile, suspiciously: "Really?"

Zhu Sui smiled from ear to ear: "Yeah, yes, really, I know you really praise me, can I still believe you, hahaha, dad."

Father Song nodded.

After two steps, he felt wrong again, so Father Song turned around, "Wait, what did you just call me?"

Zhu Sui thought about it, and his smile instantly stagnated...

Oops, I'm so happy, I shouted out the name of my heart!