Spoiled stand-in escapes

Mrs. Gu greeted them in the living room. In terms of appearance, she is not necessarily more beautiful than Song Yun, but she is used to seeing the world and has read a few more books. The wealthy wife who appeared.

Song Yun hurriedly put the box of pastries and a basket of fruit in his hand on the table, and pushed Wen Jian again.

"Sumei, this red bean cake is your favorite one when we were in school. This is my son Wen Jian, and Wen Jian is not quick to call someone."

Wen Jian called out politely: "Hello, Auntie." Then Mrs. Gu pulled her in front of her to speak.

He was born fair and clean, and although his clothes were not gorgeous, he looked very comfortable. Song Yun's taste had always been good, and this was the vision he had since last semester.

Two old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years were gossiping, and Wen Jian was listening. His great-grandmother had told him that no matter what time it was, there was always nothing wrong with being a good boy.

Mrs. Gu has a son. It is good to be born in such a family, and his parents are so good-looking. Song Yun did not dare to make peace with people like the Gu family. It is just that the son of the Gu family hurt his head in the early years. There are some intellectual problems, and children of the same family background are naturally unwilling to marry in, which gave Wen Jian a chance.

The child Wen Jian, which fits his surname, is very gentle, well-behaved, and not stage-frightened, and is very popular with Mrs. Gu.

Song Yun smiled Zhengmei, thinking that if there is a door, it will be easy to mention it later.

At this moment the living room door opened and a young man walked in.

Looking at her in her 20s, with exquisite eyebrows and wearing an ordinary white shirt, her body exudes a noble aura that makes people dare not climb high.

His appearance is only two or three points like his mother, with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, long eyelashes, but not romantic, he looks very well-mannered.

When the sun shines on his body, it outlines a tall figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist, which looks like a male star on TV.

"Son, come quickly, this is your aunt Song Yun, and this is your aunt's son Wen Jian." Mrs. Gu smiled and directed, "This is my son Ciyuan, who just came back from some busy work outside."

Seeing such an outstanding young man, Song Yun was overjoyed instinctively, and then his blood went cold.

Gu Ciyuan greeted the guests politely and thoughtfully, and sat with his mother for a while.

At that moment, Wen Jian didn't know why, but her face turned red.

Mrs. Gu suggested that Gu Ciyuan take Wen Jian to a young people's party. After that, he seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, so he went to the guest room to rest, and then he became like this.

Her body was clean, although all her clothes had been taken off, but it didn't seem sticky, it was obvious that they had been cleaned.

The overwhelming smell of the vineyard shows the naked reality, but at least it is much better than the seductive taste of an Omega's estrus that attracts Alphas for miles around.

Wen Jian lay on the bed with her eyes closed and said nothing, which made him feel unreal like an absurd dream. In fact, from last night to now, he felt like falling into a dream about all the things that happened beyond his imagination... ...

He barely supported his body and went to the bathroom with shaking legs, trying to wash off the smell on his body.

Turning on the switch of the shower, warm water poured down from the top of the head, Wen Jian stood dizzy, with a splitting headache.

He tried his best to remember the faint brows and eyes of that person in a trance, his whole body was wrapped in the water curtain, and the crystal clear water drops stroked the faint red marks on the young man's beautiful body.

Wen Jian stuck it on the tiled wall, and the coldness made him wake up a little bit. The bitten gland and the feeling of soaking in the water made people subconsciously groan, and the cold despair that came from the bottom of his heart really supported him Can't stand this body.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, his body slumped uncontrollably, and just as he was about to fall on the hard tiles, a pair of strong hands grabbed his waist.

"Jane."

A man's lips covered his ears, his voice was low and hoarse, calling him full of lingering meaning.