The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Pushing Su Xiaomo into the car, He Jiayu was about to start the car. Su Xiaomo's hands and feet were nimbly flexible. The whole man fluttered, pressed him into his arms, hugged his thigh again, and a satisfied expression.

He Jiayu could not bear it: "Go down! I want to drive!"

Su Xiaomo didn't live or die. As soon as He Jiayu used her strength, she wept.

"What do you want?" He Jiayu lost her temper.

"I just want to hug my thighs!" She was straightened, her face buried between his legs, lethargic.

He Jiayu's face became hot for a while, was this girl intentional?

"Su Xiaomo! You don't have to go in! You believe it or not, I throw you away!" The boy Wenrunruyu was angry.

Su Xiaomo grinned and smirked again: "There is meat here, soft ..."

Lying on your back is comfortable ~ la la la ~

She was really drunk and lost her consciousness. She just wanted to hug him firmly and not let go.

Even if it was to die, or even to be mean, she didn't want to let it go.

Why put it? She is not a gentle and gentle lady, why should she force herself?

She liked it and went to confess.

If you want to get it, go for it.

What's wrong with this? Why is she wrong?

She just likes him.

He Jiayu was almost caught fire, and she did not react until she endured desperately.

He grabbed her violently and tied the person firmly to the seat with a seat belt. His voice was sharp: "I'll take you back, you be honest."

Su Xiaomo was frightened by his tone, crying aggrieved.

"I, I just like you ... beauty, you hate it!"

"What do you like about me?" The teenager turned his face sideways, his eyes staring.

Seeing that Su Xiaomo didn't answer for a long time, he smiled at himself: "You see, you can't even tell this, why do you want to hang your favorite?"

"You look good." Su Xiaomo poked her finger weakly, "It looks better when you laugh!"

He Jiayu was angered by her, and smiled coldly, and asked her with a cold face: "Then I don't laugh, do you still like me?"

"Like!" Su Xiaomo nodded without thinking, smirking: "You don't even laugh, it looks good!"

"Really?" He Jiayu converged and smiled, remembering what the enchanting girl said, stepping on the accelerator hard, and the car fluttered leaving an afterimage.

The car parked in front of a glamorous KTV.

He Jiayu was dragging, dragging Su Xiaomo into it.

In the hall, several men were throwing their hands up and down against a middle-aged woman, playing in a wretched tone, and people coming and going were numbly watching, and occasionally someone would pass a disgusted look.

Women are extremely beautiful, but their eyes are empty, and they only drink wine sent by others.

He Jia encountered anger from the heart, no wonder she was dying.

He stepped forward angrily and resolved the men three or two times: "Get out!"

Several men disappeared, and He Jiayu called the waiter: "Send her back."

"Yes."

The woman suddenly grabbed his arm: "Is it Jiayu ... have you come to see me?"

"Look at you for being mean?" He Jiayu's words were clear, and the smile on her face appeared for some reason.

"I ... I ..." A lot of tears slipped in the eyes of the woman. He Jiayu had shaken off her, picked up Su Xiaomo on the side, pulled people to the car, and sneered and asked: "Su Xiao Mo, that crazy woman was my mother just now, my mother! Would you like it like me? "