Married and loved with a rich old man first

75 drunk

The little boy is simply cute and worth a lot of money at this time.

He drank a little bit of wine, and there was a smell of wine in his breath, and some of them smoked, so he leaned against the door, didn't get into the car, bent over, and a little bit of the early spring night breeze blew in through the gap between the doors, bringing cool air.

Qin Sihuan suddenly felt a little dry mouth, he opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be pinched, unable to speak.

He looked sideways at the road that had come to him.

He wore a formal black suit, which outlined the thin waist of the little boy, and the white shirt collar buttons were all buttoned, even the top wind discipline buckle was neatly buttoned.

The teenager's protruding throat knot rolled up and down, his face was lined with black suits and white shirts, but his cheeks were red and glowing, and he was like a rainbow. He squinted his eyes, tears secreting physiologically from his eyes, looked at Qin Sihuan, and cried out, "Uncle! Fuck

.

It was almost his life.

It's so.

Sweet and sweet.

Qin Sihuan leaned back in the driver's seat, put his hand on the steering wheel, tapped lightly, turned his head to look forward, and said in a low voice: "Come on." Lu Zhi was

very obedient, his head nodded, and he climbed into the car. After getting into the car, the little teenager collapsed on the seat, twisting his head and staring at Qin Sihuan, even forgetting to fasten his seat belt.

His gaze was very serious, as if he were observing something interesting, his pupils were black and white, and a layer of warmth was brushed in the light coffee-colored pupils. <

The man was uncomfortable with him, his throat knot rolled, bent down to help him fasten his seat belt, and when he leaned over, his shoulders hung a little above Lu Zhi's head, and as long as he bowed his head slightly, he could kiss the little boy's smooth forehead.

As he fastened his seat belt, Lu zhi stretched out his arm, and the thumb and index finger of his left hand gently squeezed the cuff on the side cuff of his wrist. The cuffs of the shirt were pure black, as intense as the night color, and the little teenager's fingertips were stained with a layer of pink because of the force, the fingerbones were white to transparent, and the fingernails were glowing with lustrous luster.

Today the weather is not very good, the sky in the distance is gloomy, the sky is dark, and the ink is dyed.

The street lights were on, and the cars were also turned on with orange-yellow lights, and warm lights were sprinkled down.

Qin Sihuan lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes lay down, covering the desire in his dark pupils. hue. Then he raised his eyes, and his gaze fell from his cuffs to the slender fingers of the little teenager, and finally moved up, looking at the little baby's red face that seemed to be painted with rouge.

He didn't take the initiative to speak.

He remembered what it was like the last time Lu zhi was drunk. At that time, the teenager was simply obedient, and he also praised him for being handsome, kissing and hugging him, like a big child.

Lu Zhi looked at him, smiled with his lips, and his peach blossom eyes were bent like two clear crescents, his lips were red, and his voice was crisp: "Uncle hug me!"

Qin Sihuan smiled a little, put his left elbow on the steering wheel, the back of his hand hanging down, his wrist supporting his jaw, and dragged out the tone to tease him: "What if uncle doesn't hug?" A