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Fu Changye's slender hands slowly took off the blindfold.

The next second, a dense kiss fell, and he blocked her soft lips.

A long, soft and hot kiss, which made Gu Ran feel breathless and almost unable to hold the velvet box of his cell phone...

After the kiss ended, she lay limply in Fu Changye's hard and strong arms. Her little head felt the cold and smooth muscle lines on his chest, and she gasped slightly.

Fu Changye rubbed his thin lips against her ear and breathed softly: "Little gold master, do you want to marry me so much?"

"Who said I really want to marry you?"

Gu Suiran became angry when he heard this, "It's obvious that you want to marry me, okay? If I weren't afraid that you would feel inferior and that you would be embarrassed to propose to me, who would care about you."

Fu Changye smiled and asked, "Why do I feel inferior?"

Gu casually licked the moist lips that had just been sucked, twisted his slender waist, Xiaobai stretched out his hand, took a few more things from the coffee table at the back, and handed them to Fu Changye along with the ring.

Gu casually said: "These are for you."

In Xiaobai's hand, there was a bank card and two bankbooks.

"..." His eyes darkened slightly, and Fu Changye looked at the passbook and bank card in front of him with a subtle expression. After a few seconds, he asked, "Why did the little benefactor give me these?"

"It gives you a sense of security."

Gu Sui said plausibly, "These are the betrothal gifts for you. We are getting married. You don't have to worry about our relationship being unequal. Although everyone in society now thinks that it is normal for men to have higher incomes than women. It’s useless to be better than a woman, but I don’t think so. After the two of us get married, you can do whatever you want, and it doesn’t matter if I raise you, I will be good to you.”

As she spoke, she paused and glanced at the old man, fearing that he would feel resentful and unhappy after hearing what she said.

But seriously, couples who are close friends and distant relatives.

Nowadays, how many people get into conflicts because of money issues after getting married?

She was just worried that the old man would feel uncomfortable or insecure. If she gave the old man some money to stay with her, he would feel more at ease.

Take a closer look at Fu Changye's face. Well, it's still the same as usual. He doesn't seem unhappy.

She continued: "When we get married, I will not sign a prenuptial property agreement with you, and you don't have to worry about whether you will leave the house after divorce. I will give you half of the property. My money is your money." .”

Fu Changye's focus was on the middle sentence: "Little financial owner, do you still want to divorce me?"

Gu Suiyi's expression was a little embarrassed: "Who said I'm going to divorce you? I just made an assumption to reassure you. Since I'm married to you, I won't get divorced, and the same goes for you..."

At this point, she glared at him fiercely: "Don't even think about divorcing me. You have to know that if you get divorced, you will be a middle-aged uncle with no career, but I am still young and can still find a home. Do you understand?" So once you get married, you won't get divorced!

Another fallacy from the small funder!

Fu Changye laughed: "Yeah, yeah, I will cherish the middle-aged old man's relationship with his small financial sponsor. I won't sign the prenuptial property agreement."

"Yeah." Gu nodded his head proudly.

Fortunately, unlike other straight men, the old man will not get married if his income is less than that of the woman.

If he waits until he succeeds in his struggle, there will be no need to get married for how long.

"Little gold master, ring." Fu Changye stretched out his hand in front of her and asked her to put it on him.

The old man's big hands are beautiful, with well-defined joints, long fingers, and evenly trimmed nails. There are light calluses on the joints of the palms, which are dry.

Gu Suiyi's face turned slightly red. She bit her mouth and took out the ring from the velvet box. One small white hand held his left hand, and the other small white hand held the ring. She slowly took out the silver-white platinum ring. Slowly slide it onto his ring finger.

Helping Fu Changye put on the ring was like a sacred and pure ceremony. When the ring was put on the old man, Gu Suiran's face turned red with embarrassment.

Fu Changye looked at the ring on his ring finger with dark eyes, his eyes changed slightly, and the big palm wearing the ring held Gu Suiran's white hand.

The magnetic voice was low with some strong meaning, and said: "Little gold master, I will replenish your ring next time."

Mr. Fu miscalculated, and he didn't expect to let Xiaomao'er propose first.

But the mood is great.

"You can make up for it whenever you want." Gu Suiran didn't care about this. It was her sudden proposal to the old man.

It was normal for him to be unprepared for anything.

"Fu Changye." Gu Suiran said again, in a low voice, "Let me go, I'm up."

"Why do you want to let go?" Fu Changye's dark eyes were intensely burning, staring at the little girl in front of him.

His body changed, and his dark eyes reflected the shy and blushing look of the little girl in front of him.

He leaned forward, held her slender and flexible waist with one hand, bit her small white earlobe with his thin lips, rubbed it for a while, then moved down and kissed her graceful neck.

The other big hand was also not idle, clasping the melon on her little head. Maybe he felt that the small ball on her head was inconvenient. The old man tugged with his slender fingers and simply pulled the hairband that tied her hair. Lost.

Her long, silky black hair was spread out, hanging down to her waist smoothly, with a few strands sticking to her white and tender neck, which was extremely beautiful.

"Little gold master." Fu Changye called her in a hoarse voice.

Gu casually sat on him and felt the changes in the old man's body. Her face felt hot and she wanted to get up from him.

But he was held firmly by the old man's strong arms.

He nibbled on her ear, and his hoarse voice seemed to burn her heart: "Let's do this once!"

This sentence was not a solicitation or a question about the little benefactor. The old man's tone was domineering and strong. His big palm was dry and warm, and he penetrated from the bottom of her light pink home clothes...

*

the same time period.

Anwan was in the small apartment she rented, nestled among a lot of adult sex toys. There were several hot-bodied inflatable dolls in the corner, and there was a big cabinet next to it, with layers of various flavors and styles on top. Condoms, vibrators...

There are more than a dozen whips of various styles hanging on the door, and there are several boxes of candles of various colors on the floor...

An Wan sat on the chair, tapping the keyboard with her fingers, answering the guests' questions:

"Dear, the inflatable doll I recommend is definitely the best. If you buy it now, I will give you a 15% discount and give you a set and an airplane cup~ A great value set, you deserve it... "

The seller over there bargained with An Wan for a while before finally paying.

An Wan stared at the computer for too long, and her whole face turned green, but seeing that she had just sold an inflatable doll that cost tens of thousands, and made a good profit, her face became a little better.

That’s all for today’s business.

An night turned off the computer.

I habitually picked up my phone and prepared to post on Weibo.

I met Queen Xiang today and I haven’t posted on Weibo yet. If I post the signature of Queen Xiang on Weibo, I will definitely make a lot of people jealous!

Open Weibo.

An Wan subconsciously looked at the hot searches on Weibo.

When she saw An Wan, she was stunned, her eyes widened, and she subconsciously wanted to call Gu Ran.

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