with father

Jiang Changan didn't think about that anymore.

He worked hard to develop his power, and Jiang Cheng put him and Jiang Changning together to hone their abilities.

With the help of the system, Jiang Changan was doing well, except for the occasional Jiang Changning causing him some trouble, everything else went smoothly.

He knew that Jiang Cheng was deliberately reducing the number of times they met.

Jiang Cheng had long wanted to let go and give power to his two sons, and Jiang Changan did not disappoint him, and grew into a real and courageous man.

Jiang Changan is a wolf that has been dormant for a long time.

His abilities are becoming more and more prominent, his methods are as tough as a blade, and he has the courage of an old warlord.

Shopping malls are like battlefields.Jiang Changan could also sit at the negotiating table and talk freely like his father, and finally proved his qualifications with his strength, a qualification that was "seen" by Jiangcheng.

The fuse was that one day Jiang Cheng took his eldest son to discuss business, and drank a glass of fine wine under the greedy eyes of the other party.

The raised neck is white and dazzling, the pale lips rest on the rim of the glass, and the fingers rest on the glass.

All eyes were greedily sucking the fine wine in his hand.

Jiang Changan couldn't stand it, he couldn't stand the eyes of others on Jiang Cheng.He was mad with envy.

He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

He exchanged the medicine in the system, and then poured Jiang Cheng a glass of water.

Of course Jiang Cheng knew what Jiang Chang Anan was thinking.He did it on purpose. He watched Jiang Changan grow stronger and take his power away a little bit, and he took pleasure in it.

He wanted to see what Jiang Changan could do, he put himself out of it, but how could Jiang Changan allow him to stay out of it.

He took the glass of water, as if he had glimpsed the beauty's fate.

Appropriate showing weakness can increase the fun.

Jiang Changan hugged Jiang Cheng's waist and felt the flexible lines under the luxurious fabric.

He drugged his father and trapped his father in bed.This is simply outrageous.

Jiang Changan tied Jiang Cheng's hands with a soft ribbon, and prostrated himself at his feet with a pious heart.

A hypocrite has seized his god and is trying to blaspheme him.

Jiang Cheng collapsed on the bed, watching all this indifferently.

Even at the weakest moment, the pride in his bones cannot allow him to show weakness.

Jiang Changan begged him like a dog, begging him to look at him more.

He kissed Jiang Cheng's hand, from fingertips to palm, his father's temperature was as cold as his own.

That kind of faint, ice-like aroma can kill people.

Jiang Cheng looked at him coldly, as if he was not the person lying on the bed at the mercy of his son, but a god sitting on the throne overlooking all living beings.

The beauty of strength and weakness.

Jiang Changan took off himself and hugged Jiang Cheng tremblingly.

He kissed his lips, feeling sadly that Jiang Cheng was indifferent.

This is the first time he has done something like this.

Or do this to your own father.

Jiang Cheng couldn't be tough on him at all, and Jiang Changan took a lot of effort to get him to react.

On the other hand, just touching him already burned his body.

Jiang Chang rested on Jiang Cheng's neck, smelling the faint fragrance of roses in the ice and snow.

Jiang Changan unbuttoned him, like unwrapping a belated birthday present.

He went crazy, kissed Jiang Cheng forcefully, and sucked out his pale thin lips.

Jiang Changan covered Jiang Cheng's eyes with a tie, pretending not to see the chilling indifference in those eyes.

Invisible but more sensitive.

Touch is the most honest.

The frankness between the bodies, the infinite transfer of heat, is a bitter desire.

Jiang Changan didn't know why, he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

He planted hickey marks on Jiang Cheng's chest, and touched him with youthfulness and fanaticism.

Jiang Changan lubricated himself and opened himself up in shame.

As long as it can make Jiangcheng happy, what's wrong?

Jiang Changan held Jiang Cheng in his mouth, feeling the beating vitality in his mouth, he licked the veins on it, and the movements of swallowing and spitting made him think about it.

This is his father, what could be more painful than this?

He heard Jiang Cheng's low, suppressed panting, which trembled slightly in his mouth.

Jiang Changan swallowed all those things, and the essence leaked from the corners of his lips was extremely obscene.

If Jiang Cheng could see it, he might feel disgusted.

He tried his best to relax, and sat down with a strong force, the tearing pain almost made him faint.

In fact, this matter is not happy at all, but very painful.

But when he thought that the person under him was Jiang Cheng, he was extremely happy.

The blood played a lubricating role, and the difficult swallowing and breathing became a matter of course. Jiang Changan hugged Jiang Cheng's tight body tightly as one.

Jiang Changan groaned, seeing Jiang Cheng's deep collarbone.

The color of the neck is almost white jade, the blue veins are distinct, and the Adam's apple is prominent.

Jiang Changan even thought for a moment that he was going to die.

Jiangcheng gradually heated up, and hot things gushed out, making Jiang Changan tremble.

A bloody affair.

Jiang Changan felt that he owned Jiangcheng, even if that moment was very short.

He leaned against Jiang Cheng's ear, almost crying.

"Love me, please."