[BL]Marry Rich Old Man

Chapter 96

This man, just locked the car door like this?

An Wuhao's eyes widened, and he said in a grotesque manner: "Open the door, I will have to go to class later, what's wrong with you?" Just now, the other party's move to defend himself in front of the entire school's teachers and students suddenly disappeared.

Huo Yunchuan asked: "Just come over and sit on my leg and walk?" Then he squeezed his chin and said softly, "I went this trip deliberately, for what is in your heart? Not sure yet?"

If it wasn't for this little bastard, he wouldn't have to go to this hot day at all.

"Then... how do you falter in the morning?" An Wuhao asked, obviously brooding on this question.

Mr. Huo was silent for a moment, then broke the word: "Shy."

"???" Shy?

An Wuhao looked at her husband with suspicion.

You know, this shy man was standing on the stage just now, every minute of the air, wishing that all the girls in the school would bow down under his suit trousers.

To be honest, An Wuhao is quite jealous.

His own man, being watched by so many people with fiery eyes, was no less than taking Huo Yunchuan naked to others to make him angry.

"Many people look at you today." An Wuhao moved his butt intentionally, grinding the subject's weakness like punishment.

Huo Yun suddenly snorted, with a tortured expression: "..." Bad boy, it's really cruel to start, but what's the matter with him still having some enjoyment?

Wait...

"Are you jealous?" Huo Yunchuan solemnly asked for the answer.

An Wuhao nodded, and the final sound went up: "Well! I'm jealous, I need you to hug you to forgive you."

Listening to the young Tsundere's cute words, Mr. Huo's breathing is not good: "Really Is it?" He leaned to the little angel's lips to question, then pried the two soft petals apart and drove in without hesitation.

As he breathed, it was all this man's breath.

The boy didn't hide, but responded slowly.

Originally, he was sitting on his side. In order to make things easier, he was straddled by the opponent.

Wearing light summer clothes with long arms around him, slender shoulders, leaning inch by inch against the opponent,

until his slightly closed eyelids are dyed light red, the man willing to act as a seat let go and give him some life-saving air. .

"..." The

atmosphere in the carriage was quiet.

Huo Yunchuan stretched out his arm, pulled two wet tissues from the front of the car, leaned to the little angel's mouth, and wiped off the silver threads he left behind.