Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 516 - 519: Gu the Scum: My Son is Already Eight Years Old 4_1

As he gently pushed his chair back, he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, placing that naughty little girl who made him jealous all day on his lap. His hands slowly reached into her clothes, moving gently up her spine: "Miss Zhou, since when is my study a place where you can come and go freely?"

What is this man up to?

Why the weird face today?

Chenxing twisted her little curvy waist, lowered her head and closed her eyes as she glanced at the desk in front of her, but shortly after her chin was grasped by him and returned it to where before.

He seems to addicted to calling her Miss Zhou, which Chenxing found strange for her study was always at her disposal. "Sir, aren’t you annoyed with me disturbing you?"

His eyes narrowed slightly: "When did we become so distant?"

Chenxing pouted, pointing a finger at his chest: "It wasn’t me who first started calling myself Miss Zhou, and besides, didn’t you say when your health was better we’d go to City T and bring my mom over?"

Hmph! Gu Shaocheng’s face became somber: "Do you know what you did wrong?"

Chenxing was at a loss.

A chill ran down her back as she suddenly felt his hands inside her clothes lightly stroke her back. Her whole body softened, and before she realized it, her clothes were being unbuttoned one by one. She was completely under his control as she hurriedly said: "Qianqian said you haven’t fully recovered, we can’t do that yet."

"Think about where you went wrong!"

That tiger Qianqian, constantly enforcing celibacy in his ear! He had endured half a month of monk-like living with hardly any benefits. Now that he was more or less recovered, he was contemplating kicking that woman out, banishing her from the inner courtyard!

Somewhere was pinched by him, neither lightly nor heavily, causing Chenxing to gasp: "What did I do wrong?"

Her pitiful, soft voice, with a hint of naughtiness, accompanied by a suppressed panting, out of nowhere she found herself pushed onto the office desk. Chenxing saw a pen holder on the table, her mind buzzed.

She suddenly remembered that a month and a half ago, before he was injured, how he would shamelessly hold her all day. Once, he had pushed her onto the desk and the pen holder fell to the floor. Her cheeks turned crimson, her slender fingers pointed at the table: "Is this the same pen holder as last time?"

Hearing her words, Gu Shaocheng’s mood suddenly changed, he laughed thoughtfully and looked at her: "So you are thinking about last time...haha, if you just said it straight out, why hint me around..."

Chenxing shyly retorted: "What are you talking about, I was just curious. This pen holder is exactly the same as the one last time, if that one survived the fall, that would be a miracle."

"This is the same one." Gu Shaocheng lowered his body and bit her neck gently, "It didn’t get enough of us tumbling around last time, it clung to life hoping to see a few more live broadcasts. Why don’t we grant its last wish?"

Last wish? Poor pen holder!

While she was mourning, she soon began to mourn for herself. Without giving her time to prepare, Gu Shaocheng punished her, his voice menacing: "Still can’t remember your mistake?"

Chenxing couldn’t help but let out a soft cry.

"I really don’t know."

Gu Shaocheng slowly moved, humming: "Who gave you the right to knit a sweater for someone else?"