School Heroine Secretly Loves Me [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 87

"I didn't go outside to find someone else, she was just a small artist in the company." Song Nanqiao said earnestly, always paying attention to Wen Wenyao's look, she would not go with Shu Baiyue if she knew that things would develop into this way. time to eat.

"Song Nanqiao..."

Wen Wenyao's eyes were red, and he pulled Song Nanqiao to his side and buried him in her arms.

Long while talent muffled his arms and said: "No matter who it is, as long as she touched you, I will be jealous."

It is not an exaggeration, warm smell away treat South Joe Song possessive, has reached a terrible point, She didn't want anyone other than herself to have close contact with Song Nanqiao.

What's more, she was still a good-looking girl, and Wen Wenyao would be even more afraid.

"Sorry, I will pay attention to the distance from others in the future."

Song Nanqiao looked distressed, and she will pay more attention to it in the future.

"Pay attention now?" Wen Wenyao didn't seem to buy it.

"Then... how can you forgive me?"

Song Nan Qiao said nervously, and quickly raised his hand, rubbing Wen Wenyao's black hair.

"Can I give you a little punishment?" Wen Wenyao raised his head.

Although it was an interrogative sentence, but in a positive tone, she couldn't forgive Song Nanqiao so simply. Wen Wenyao still remembered the way the girl waved to Song Nanqiao just now.

"Yes." Song Nanqiao nodded without hesitation.

As long as Wen Wenyao is not angry, this is fine.

"Okay."

The girl in her arms slowly let go of her, but the expression on her face did not change.

"Driver, please drive faster."

"Good lady."

The driver didn't dare to say anything more, he just kept on stepping on the gas pedal. It took half an hour to get home, but he forced it down for fifteen minutes.

Song Nanqiao: I feel like I'm going to finish

719: I detected that Wen Wenyao is in a bad mood now

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After returning home, Wen Wenyao directly dragged Song Nanqiao upstairs, which was their bedroom.

Song Nanqiao, who was dragged upstairs, saw the durian in the living room in a daze.

It's over...

Wen Wenyao shouldn't let her kneel on the durian...

"Kneel to the keyboard or kneel to the durian..." Song Nanqiao's legs trembled, and she had a psychological consciousness.

"Puff, how am I willing to let you kneel durian."

Wen Wenyao smiled faintly, and pressed Song Nanqiao on the bench.

"Don't move." A very threatening voice came to Song Nanqiao's ears, and he also brought some sexy hoarseness that belonged to women, which made Song Nanqiao shudder.

Song Nanqiao was just like that, staring at Wen Wenyao in a daze.

She only saw Wen Wenyao take out a particularly thick hemp rope from the bottom box of the wardrobe, with handcuffs on it, and a layer of comfortable plush on the handcuffs.