Informal Love MTL

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☆ 21. Chapter Twenty-One
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Chapter 21

Chen Qinsen drives the car to his bar on Shuangmen Street. He opened this bar in 2008 with two friends who were playing billiards at the time. Although the business is not booming, it has always been good. He will come to visit whenever he has time.

The second floor of the bar is his office. Open the door and enter. There is a large solid wood desk in the middle, and a row of solemn black leather sofas by the wall next to the window. There is a small door inside, and the compartment is his bedroom with a shower.

He has a bedroom like this attached to him in the bar. Zou Yin is actually very stingy in this regard, and was very wary of Chen Qinsen for a while because of this. But the facts also proved that he had indeed done something that went beyond her back, and that was Zhang Xiaojie.

At this time, Chen Qinsen turned on the light, walked in while holding Zhang Xiaojie's shoulder.

Zhang Xiaojie was 1.67 meters tall, and stood beside Chen Qinsen, who was wearing 1.8-meter high heels. Chen Qinsen slightly lowered his eyebrows and met her plain face.

He took her bag, threw it on the sofa, and said to her: "You sit here, I'll take a shower first."

He didn't say Lao Tzu in front of her, only said 'I'. The palm rested on her thin shoulders, gently and softly, and the tone of voice was soft. With that cool and suave posture, it was very difficult for Zhang Xiaojie to raise her head and look directly at him.

He pursed his lips and answered him: "Okay, Brother Sen, go get busy."

Chen Qinsen pinched her long classic oval face, then took off his T-shirt and belt and walked to the bathroom.

He is used to exercising, the biceps of his arms and the lines of his back are very tough, and the scenery is wrapped around his waist and abdomen. Zhang Xiaojie glanced at him, and sat down on the sofa slowly, restrained and embarrassed.

Before entering the bathroom, Chen Qinsen exited again, set the alarm clock of his mobile phone to 00:35, and then adjusted the alarm to the ringtone of incoming calls.

After more than ten minutes, I came out of the shower and saw Zhang Xiaojie sitting there still holding the hem of her skirt.

He leaned over and asked her, "Why don't you take off your clothes?"

The long arms wrapped around her waist, urging her to get close to him, and he peeled off her taupe-colored dress with one hand, and saw the underwear belt of the same color inside. Her breasts are small, perhaps less than two-thirds of Zou Yin's. Chen Qinsen asked again: "Is it too long since no one has done anything with you, are you nervous? Or are you blaming me for neglecting you for so many years?

" Everyone knows the gloomy methods, but only in front of Zou Yin, would he give in to her like a persimmon. Zhang Xiaojie stood up in fear and said, "No, Brother Sen, I... I'm afraid I

won't be able to serve you tonight, and it just happened to be the next day when I fell on my body."

But he only comforted and said: "It's getting late anyway, so go to bed early, and I'll make it up to you when things get better in a few days." After twelve o'clock in the morning, the two were lying on a big white bed

two meters wide. At the end of May, it was already summer in City Z, but fortunately, the nights in the city near the sea were still quite cool. Chen Qinsen was wearing a vest and shorts, lying on his back in a long strip, and Zhang Xiaojie was wearing a nightgown left by Zou Yin, lying on his right side in a long strip.