Tsundere Three Treasures: Daddy, the President, is spoiled

At this point the band started playing and a deep love song sounded.

The melody is a bit sad, and it is very flavorful when it is played on such a night.

An Yitian leaned against Lu Beichen's arms, very warm, dispelling the chill just now.

Her hands were tightly around his waist, but fortunately he was fine, he was not sick.

Otherwise, she would really be scared to death.

What happened tonight was like a dream, a nightmare.

Lu Beichen stubbed out the cigarette butt, then put his arms around her shoulders, bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

"I know that Su Ze is sick. I have become friends with his second personality now. Just leave it to me to treat the disease in the future. Don't get involved."

Su Ze's second personality is extremely dangerous. He also said just now that he appeared to kill An Yitian.

So she is the most dangerous, but this girl doesn't know it, and she is rushing to jump up.

An Yitian was a little surprised, "You know everything?"

But thinking about his identity, there is probably no truth that Lu Beichen can't find out, right?

"I've had contact with his second personality a few times, so I know."

She didn't want her to know that he checked it out on purpose. After all, their relationship has just been confirmed. In her consciousness, he has amnesia and doesn't remember the past.

An Yi nodded with dessert, "What about Jiu'er?"

That girl stayed up so late and pretended not to have a good relationship with her, it was really irritating.

She didn't expect that after only staying at Lu's house for a few days, she would be able to listen to Lu Beichen's words, and she didn't even want her as a mother.

Lu Beichen caressed her little face, "Jiu'er is just cooperating in acting, this is just this one time, it's not an example."

He seemed to be reassuring, and An Yitian breathed a sigh of relief.

"If that's the case, that's fine. I was terrified just now."

She lowered her eyes, leaned on his shoulder, and listened to the beautiful love song, because she was too nervous just now.

I was really tired at this time, and fell asleep after a while.

When Lu Beichen turned his head to look at her, he found that he was already asleep.

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

"Sweet, this matter about Su Ze is very dangerous. I'm here to wade into this muddy water, so you just need to stay quietly by my side."

When An Yitian woke up the next day, there was a big hand on her waist. She looked down and sat up in fright.

Trying to recall what happened last night, he was relieved when he saw that he was asleep in his home clothes.

A certain woman understands more and more now, and is very afraid that she snoozes and is slept by someone.

Lu Beichen's sleep was very light, and when he felt her movement, he opened his deep eyes.

"sweet……"

A deep and hoarse voice sounded, very nice.

An Yitian felt that her ears were about to become pregnant. When she thought this way, she was already pinned on the bed by him, and he covered her.

She put her hands on Lu Beichen's chest.

"You, what are you going to do?"

Lu Beichen smiled wickedly, "What do you think?"

Then his big hands started to peel off the clothes on her body, An Yitian struggled.

"No!"

Early in the morning, what does he want to do, this guy is really too much.

Thinking about asking her to help him when he took a shower last night, her face turned even redder.

Lu Beichen had already stripped her of her clothes, and impatiently stroked her with his big hand, An Yitian felt as if she had been shocked by an electric shock.

Her legs held her back desperately, "No, I want to go home."

A certain woman feels the power of someone and is terrified.

Lu Beichen raised his lips and smiled badly, "Looking at them last night, I really want to touch them like this. Don't be afraid, I will be very gentle. And today I will show you my true strength."

Thinking of his second that day, An Yitian felt that she made a mistake in mocking him.

Well now, I have buried such a big hole for myself.