The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 513
The young master raised a beautiful little face as big as a palm, and his wet eyes seemed to be able to speak.
Fu Tingchuan handed over a cup of hot milk in his hand and said in a low voice,
“Baby, are you hungry?”
The young master’s long eyelashes trembled a few times and said softly,
“What do you want to say?”
“Baby, today is the day .” The weather is nice.”
Jiang Luoluo blinked and heard the man’s gentle voice say,
“Would you like to go for a walk outside.”
“There are too many people at home, which makes our baby unhappy.”
“It’s just desserts outside. The store has put up a banner and has new products.”
A few minutes later, two figures came down from upstairs and walked out.
Huo Zedong was busy working in the study, and there was no sign of Yan Han in the living room. He didn’t know where he went.
Jiang Luoluo was accompanied by Fu Tingchuan, the best personality, to a dessert shop not far from home to buy the new taro paste millet and mango pancake. At the other’s suggestion, Jiang Luoluo continued her journey to buy coffee.
Even he himself didn’t realize that he was now being led by Fu Tingchuan, farther and farther away from home.
In the coffee shop, Jiang Luoluo held the caramel latte in both hands and took a sip, while her little legs crossed happily under the chair.
He took another sip, and the mellow coffee bloomed in his mouth. The coaxed young master’s eyebrows were curved and his smile was sweet,
“Hubby, where should we go next?”
No response was received.
He tilted his head, and the handsome man frowned, his eyes falling on the void.
Are the two personalities quarreling again?
The young master looked away and silently opened the mango pancake on the table.
The two Fu Tingchuan really had a quarrel.
One said now is not the best time and they only have one chance.
One of them was jealous and could no longer stand the two men.
At the end of the quarrel, the second personality lost control for a short time, and Fu Tingchuan regained his clarity.
He turned around and looked at Jiang Luoluo, touched his round little head, his voice was coaxing,
“Baby, are you tired, your husband is carrying you?”
Jiang Luoluo shook his head obediently, looking particularly cute,
“I can do it. I walked by myself.”
The way back was not far, but he drank too much after coming out and already wanted to go to the toilet.
After saying hello to Fu Tingchuan, Jiang Luoluo went to the bathroom.
The handsome-looking man suppressed the remaining smile on his face, and his tight lips held a paranoid gloom. He coldly ordered the person on the phone,
“Bring the car over.”
“Let the people over at the villa pack up. Madam is going home.”
The bathroom corridor of the coffee shop was long and narrow. Fu Tingchuan waited outside the door with his arms folded for a long time, but did not wait for the little figure to come out.
He hung up the phone, frowned slightly, and strode inside.
The bathroom door was open, but it was empty.
Not a single figure.
Fu Tingchuan paused, some possible thoughts swirling in his mind. He pressed his eyebrows, and the tight lines on his face were particularly sharp.
A few minutes later, watching Jiang Luoluo being put into a skirt and taken away on the surveillance camera, Fu Tingchuan clenched his fists together, and the expression on his face changed back and forth.
The phone on the table buzzed and vibrated. He clicked the answer button, and Huo Zedong’s voice came from inside,
“Where’s Luoluo? Come back for dinner.”
Fu Tingchuan almost gritted his teeth, and the voice sounded like it was coming from his throat. What was squeezed out from the inside was word by word:
“Fuck, I was kidnapped by that boy named Yan!”
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Half asleep and half awake, Jiang Luoluo felt someone gently put him on the bed.
The hot lips and tongue pried open his mouth, sucking the tip of his tongue soaked in the aroma of cream and coffee.
A lingering and pathos kiss accompanied by ambiguous gasps filled the air. He felt the skin on the side of his neck being ground bit by bit by the sharp canine teeth of the other party, spreading to the place where his clothes were torn apart.
Hold him in your mouth.
The young master on the bed subconsciously tightened the sheets, and his cheeks were filled with layers of blush, like blooming roses.
It’s like being patiently tasted and brushed with jam of strawberry cake.
