little master

32.

The young master obviously seldom goes to the supermarket, usually takeaway and online shopping, which can be seen from our piled up shopping carts.

He had to put everything in the shopping cart when he saw it, throw it away, and then walked away very gracefully, without any expectation of the despair of going out to tidy up later.

The full shopping cart allowed the two of us to perfectly blend in with the holiday shopping crowd in front of the checkout counter.

And definitely one of the most rewarding.

And more than half of these things are snacks, and the big and small bags are not regular at all. I don’t have this kind of experience at ordinary times. When I finally went out, it took me 5 minutes to load the things. My eyes are a little sympathetic.

Packed out two big bags and one small bag, which happened to fill up both hands.

The young master was standing by the side, but when he saw me stuffing it so hard, he looked a little sorry and wanted to help me.

But he probably doesn't know how to help others. He acts as if he wants to snatch something from my hand, and if he doesn't pay attention, he will yank a bag of things into pieces.

"Master," I dodged, carrying something, my hands were empty, and I couldn't hold him, so I had to let him go by himself, and then told him: "I'll just carry it, it's okay, just take a few steps It’s just the road, just get in the car.”

He refused to let go, and said in an awkward tone: "There are too many things..."

Although the words were a bit blunt, the young master looked at me very seriously, as if he could not refuse. It was clearly written there that he also wanted to do something.

Even though I've been with him for so long, he still couldn't say no to such a situation, so I had to compromise, think about it, and give him the small bag.

He seemed to want to take a big bag, but fortunately I picked it up in time and left, so he had to withdraw his hand and started with some small things.

However, the young man's self-regulation ability is really strong. After a while, he took the results of his mopping up, looked very excited, and rushed into the garage like a gust of wind. When I arrived, he was standing in front of the car , saw me appear, picked up the bag in his hand, shook it, and asked me from a distance: "Where's the key?"

I motioned for it to be in my pocket, and he ran over again, taking the thing with one hand, and touching it with the other hand. After touching it first, he asked me, "Which pocket is it in?"

I was so disturbed by his messy touch that I almost had a bad reaction in public. After a few words in my heart, "sex is emptiness and emptiness is sex" I reluctantly put away my thoughts and heard his question. When I wanted to answer, I felt that there seemed to be something extra in my trouser pocket.

Looking down, I said: "!"

When did he put his hand in it? !

And stretched so deep!

Is this to test me? !

My eyes are almost red from holding back. The key is not only not being able to do anything, but also not being able to have the most basic reaction, otherwise he can touch such a dangerous part with a slight tilt of his hand. It will be noticed, and then there is really no way to explain it.

He didn't know anything about my predicament, and he raised his head and asked me innocently: "There's nothing here, where is it?"

I gritted my teeth and said, "Not in this one, baby, can you take out your hand first?"

He is good."

Then he pulled it out very cleanly, but before I could catch my breath, I saw him touch the other side.

I gasped: "Not there either!"

Fortunately, I yelled in time, and before he could reach in, he stopped and asked, "Where is that?"

I tapped my blouse with my chin and said, "In the coat pocket."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?" He finally took out the key and pouted while opening the door.

My heart stopped: I wanted to say it, you didn't give me a chance, you just ran into your pants when you came up, this is too exciting.

Ji Shao felt bitter, but Ji Shao couldn't say it.

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