Chapter 61: What school are you going to?
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Song Hui Zhou old morning in the memory of the hotel door, began to squat.
He wore sunglasses and hid in the cafe opposite the hotel as if he were stealing chickens and dogs, looking out without saying a word, his eyes, like those of an eagle, ferociously scanning the people coming and going.
As long as the dead fat pig of the He family dares to appear, he dares to beat him to the point where he doesn't even recognize his mother.
But Song Hui Zhou waited for the flowers are thankful, froze did not see that dead fat pig and Song Gardenia's figure.
Song gardenia originally has 170, today and wear a pair of 8cm high heels, standing beside He Jiajun than him to be nearly a head high.
People coming and going, see this beauty and beast-like combination, all feel pity.
Only He Jiajun raised his head high, with a look that it was Song Gardenia who flattered himself, strutting with Song Gardenia into the hotel.
“Let me tell you, this hotel is my He family's property, my mom said that after I get married, she will give the hotel to me to take care of.”
“You what's-his-name don't go to school, come and help me manage the hotel.”
He Jiajun fat hand raised, seemed to think he was still generous, casting Song Gardenia a 'reward' like expression.
Song Gardenia didn't say anything, just revealed a smile.
For Song Gardenia's 'obedience', He Jiajun was very satisfied.
His mom said, looking for a wife should look for obedient, otherwise how else to clutch in the hand?
His He family was also a big family, so if he found one with a lot of heart, wouldn't he let outsiders take advantage of him.
“Dropping sound, the room door opens, Song Gardenia followed closely, backfooted the room door and slapped it up, making a loud noise.
He Jiajun was startled, and on second thought revealed a silver obscene smile, “I didn't expect, you're more anxious than me.”
After saying that, He Jiajun secretly took out a bundle of twine from the side and quietly placed it beside the bed.
The thought of what was going to happen later, he was so excited that he couldn't help himself.
Song Gardenia's deep eyes, already noticing his movements, just slowly hooked up the corners of his mouth, walked over, took out a leather whip from his bag, and said, “This is what Song's family stuffed in my bag when I left the house in the morning, and I don't know what use it has. Young He, do you know?”
He Jiajun didn't feel in the slightest, from Song Gardenia's mouth indifferently said 'Song family members' what's wrong with these three words, he full of eyes are pouncing on the leather whip, his fat hand tightly hold Song Gardenia's greenish white jade hand, “Don't be anxious, later I'll teach you.”
“This thing, will make you happy.”
He Jiajun couldn't help but lick his lips, his pea-grain eyes dribbling, he couldn't wait to start unbuttoning his blouse.
Song Gardenia took a step back and softened her voice, “He Shao, didn't you say it was just a break? What are you doing?”
“How can I rest without undressing? When you sleep, you still wear clothes?” He Jiajun seduced.
His mom told him, this Song Gardenia is only seventeen years old this year, she's still a fledgling, she doesn't know anything, she's at his mercy.
As long as he can get Song Gardenia into his hands, his mom will give him one million pocket money.
Song Gardenia stood in the dimly lit room, coldly watching He Jiajun get naked under the covers, and patted the spot beside him, “Come here quickly.”
“He Shao, this is what you asked for.”
Song Gardenia tightly gripped the leather whip in her hand.
Raising and falling.
Viciously lashing at He Jiajun's body.
Who undertook to think, He Jiajun not only did not get angry, but instead, the excitement in his eyes was even greater, “So you know how to play, then just now with me pretending to be some pure girl. In this case, that is not Who admitted, He Jiajun not only do not angry, but instead of the excitement in the eyes of more, “So you will play, that just with me to pretend what pure girl. Since this is the case, then also not quickly serve this young master.”
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