Quick pass system to deliver little brother

Chapter 100 The Admiral Is Well (21)

"Su Yao!"

One day, the weather was as scorching as ever, and he accepted that he was a male favourite... Bah, Su Yao, who was raised by a big brother, hated the sun outside and didn't want to go out, so he lived a chic and wanton life of rice bugs in a small bungalow.

Su Yao, who hid in his room and was considering starting a business during the Republic of China, had just drawn up a preliminary commercial design when he heard familiar shouts downstairs.

He poked his head out of the window, and the scorching sun shone on his body, making his skin look more porcelain-white and attractive, with a faint radiance under the sun.

In the garden of "Mr. Su", the adjutant was waving at him downstairs, and the white gloves were particularly eye-catching.

Su Yao held the pen in his finger and crawled on the window looking at him funny.

What the hell are you doing.

The adjutant ran towards the door suddenly, Su Yao followed him with his eyes, and the adjutant was completely covered by the towering walls of the small western building.

With the disappearance of the adjutant, a bunch of colorful balloons rose from the towering wall and floated into the air. The scene was very spectacular.

Su Yao lost his finger on the pen and fell from the window sill to the garden downstairs, but his eyes did not move away from the balloons floating in the sky.

Headed by the adjutant, from the other side of the wall, the army yellow soldiers approached step by step with wooden signs in their hands and stood still.

As the adjutant whistled, the soldier trot forward holding the wooden sign and placed it in the shape of a heart in the huge garden.

The steps are neat, the posture is tall and straight, and the sound of neat footsteps makes people's hearts surge, and they can't help but look at them with awe.

The whistle sounded again, and the well-trained soldiers stood under the scorching sun and raised the wooden cards in their hands above their heads in unison.

The red wooden sign has a few large characters neatly written on it with yellow dye: "Please turn back"

Su Yao subconsciously turned around, and the heat from the light bathed in the sun pushed him against the window at an extremely fast speed, and the overbearing could not refuse to hold him accurately.

One arm wrapped around his waist, and the crescent-colored robe drew a wrinkle around his waist, while the other held the back of his head, making it impossible for Su Yao to escape even if he wanted to.

"Huhu..." After a long time, when Su Yao thought he was going to suffocate to death, Yuan Mo let him go.

Her mind was blank, leaning against her shoulder, breathing greedily like a dried up fish being put into the water.

"Mister..." Yuan Mo hugged him and called softly, as if a kind of nostalgia.

Miss her past with this body.

Su Yao's blank mind suddenly came back because of this sentence.

The pretty crimson cheeks turned pale in an instant, as if someone had poured cold water on my excited heart just now.

Frozen from head to toe, bitingly cold.

He... is not 'he'.

That Mr. Su.

Not always.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Su Yao didn't move, Yuan Mo kissed his delicate red lips again, like a juicy cherry.

"I..." Su Yaoyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, she wanted to confess but didn't know how to speak.

He hesitated a little.

Yuexiong's mouth suddenly felt a little cold.

Su Yao lowered his head, only to realize that someone had already unbuttoned his gown.

Su Yao's expression froze for a moment, and Yuan Mo pulled the curtains with a wave of his hand.

When the coolness hit, Su Yao remembered to struggle.

He completely forgot what he was struggling with depression and couldn't say in his heart just now, and Yixin was terribly frightened by Yuan Mo's actions.

I have kept my virginity for more than 20 years! !

You pervert.

Su Yao struggled fiercely, completely treated Yuan Mo as an enemy, and did not show mercy.

Yuan Mo felt the pain, held his hands, played the pity card and kissed him: "Sir... I want you."

His tone was low, as if he was suffering.

(End of this chapter)