After marrying a vegetative boss

Upon closer inspection, all of them are adult toys that are prohibited below.

Feng Zhuojun came out of the bathroom, and obviously dried his hair, but for some reason, when Baiyao looked at Feng Zhuojun again, he always felt that he had a different temperament than usual.

Those eyes usually looked at him straight and clear, but today they were like a pair of black magnets, exuding some kind of magnetism that wanted to suck him in.

field.

Bai Yao huddled on the bed, watching Feng Zhuojun approaching him step by step, her heart beat so fast before.

Feng Zhuojun's eyes darkened, and unknown emotions surged in their depths.He glanced at the mobile phone that he deliberately threw on the bed, then lowered his head, as if unintentionally glanced at the cardboard box on the ground.

The Adam's apple rolled, and Feng Zhuojun looked at Baiyao: "You know everything."

Bai Yao pursed her lips tightly, not daring to speak.

Feng Zhuojun loosened the strap of the bathrobe, and suddenly, the strap came loose.

Feng Zhuojun's lustful eyes almost blocked Baiyao's sight, and his voice was hoarse: "Can you?"

Feng Zhuojun's eyes were dark, and the emotion in his eyes almost swallowed Baiyao.

Bai Yao hugged the quilt, and looked at Feng Zhuojun nervously with her cute and fair face. Before he could answer, Feng Zhuojun was bullying him.

Feng Zhuojun felt the trembling of the person below him, and the peach-flavored fruity fragrance of Baiyao was all that lingered in his breath.

Bai Yao looked at Feng Zhuojun's handsome face from a close distance, the moonlight fell on Feng Zhuojun's damp hair, and the bridge of his nose was high.

The pale thin lips pressed down.

Feng Zhuojun gently brushed Baiyao's soft red lips with his fingertips, and took it in his mouth.

Feng Zhuojun licked it lightly, as if he was slowly tasting a piece of candy. His movements were green, but with Baiyao's unconscious response, he gradually became proficient.Her lips were hot and humid, Baiyao almost forgot how to breathe after being kissed, and could not help but hum softly.

This is the first time for Baiyao, so preparations need to be done adequately.

Feng Zhuojun reluctantly let go of Baiyao, got out of bed, and took out some things from the cardboard box.

Bai Yao looked at those things dumbfounded, he would die if he ate them...

Feng Zhuojun coaxed Baiyao: "Don't be afraid, I will make you comfortable."

The star river falls, and the moon shadow sinks.

The darkness surged like a tide, and finally dissipated like a tide, falling into silence in time.

Bai Yao slept very deeply this time, never had he slept so peacefully since he was a child.

When I woke up the next day, the sun was already high.

The temperature next to the quilt is already cold, it can be seen that Feng Zhuojun has been up for a long time.

The filth that lingered on her body yesterday had also been washed away. Standing in front of the mirror, Bai Yao saw an obvious strawberry mark on her neck.

He bit his lips, and still couldn't believe that his first confession was so muddled.

After washing up, Bai Yao went downstairs with her slippers on.

The kitchen was preparing dinner, and I searched around, but I didn't see Feng Zhuojun.

Bai Yao looked at Feng Pan who was crawling on the tea table and was playing Lego and asked, "Panpan, did you see Dad?"

Feng Pan raised his head and thought for a while: "Father seems to be in the study."

Baiyao groaned.

Feng Pan asked again: "Is Daddy going to find Daddy?"

Bai Yao didn't know what he was nervous about, so he directly denied it, "No, I just asked casually."

At lunch time, Feng Zhuojun was about to wake Baiyao up, when he opened the door, he found the room was empty.

Countless conjectures flashed through his mind, would Bai Yao be angry with him for forcing him last night, and run away from home in anger?

He hurried downstairs, seeing Bai Yao playing with Feng Pan downstairs, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After last night's sex, Feng Zhuojun is familiar with Baiyao's intimacy. He hugged Baiyao from behind and kissed Baiyao on his ear.

"Honey, let's go eat."

"it is good."

Bai Yao stood up and was about to leave when Feng Zhuojun stopped him.

"At this time, how can I let you walk by yourself, I will hug you."

Before Bai Yao could react, he blurted out and asked, "Why can't I walk by myself?"

Feng Zhuojun stuck to Baiyao's ear and whispered, "Doesn't it hurt there?"

Baiyao was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized what Feng Zhuojun was talking about.

It was quite painful last night. Although Feng Zhuojun had made sufficient preparations and was very patient, when he was pushed apart by a foreign object, he still felt a tearing pain.

But when he woke up at noon today, there was nothing wrong with his body, let alone the after-effects of all-night exercise, even the weakness that he usually felt when he couldn't walk vigorously seemed to be gone.

Bai Yao replied, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Feng Zhuojun admitted that although Baiyao didn't hurt him, he was very happy.

But precisely because Baiyao didn't hurt, he couldn't laugh.

It doesn't hurt, and it doesn't feel like it. Could it be that he is Flammulina velutipes?

In order to prove his own strength, Feng Zhuojun showed his prestige on Baiyao every night these days and nights, until Baiyao supported his waist and begged for mercy, he reluctantly put Baiyao to rest.

Time flies, and the New Year is over.

The holiday season of indulgence and indulgence came to an end in a blink of an eye.

Baiyao has to pack her schoolbag and prepare to go to school, and follow the senior high school students to fight for the college entrance examination again.

Feng Zhuojun also had to face the wolves and leopards of the Feng family to discuss the ownership of the equity.

This is the first time Baiyao sees Feng Zhuojun wearing a suit. Feng Zhuojun usually wears soft fabrics at home.

Divide the fireworks.

But once Feng Zhuojun put on his suit, he became upright like an emotionless machine, just standing there at random, he created an aura that made people shy away.

But as soon as he spoke, this aura instantly shattered before Bai Yao's eyes.

Feng Zhuojun opened the closet, and said to Bai Yao, "Honey, pick me a tie." He had a small smile that didn't fit his aura, and he was full of doting.Bai Yao looked at all the ties from left to right, and finally took out a wine red one.

"This one looks good."

The burgundy color is calm but not dull. Feng Zhuojun himself likes it very much, mainly because of Baiyao's choice. If this tie is stained with the smell of Baiyao, it is no longer an ordinary tie, it is love.

Feng Zhuojun felt that he was a little dazed, and Baiyao tied the tie for him. He suddenly thought, if only Baiyao could be worn like a tie.

Today Feng Zhuojun met with Feng Quan and Feng Yue separately, but before that, he had one more important thing to do, which was to send Baiyao to school.

The school uniforms have already been sent to the home.

Like most schools, the school uniform is a sportswear, the whole body of the school uniform is wine red, with white bars interspersed in the middle.At first glance, school uniforms are ugly.On closer inspection, it looks even uglier.

It is said that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, but when it comes to Baiyao, it seems to be completely reversed.

As far as the red school uniform is worn, a normal person might look like a factory worker in the 70s, but when it comes to Baiyao, the wine red makes his skin fairer, and even the clothes seem foreign.

The burgundy school uniform with a burgundy tie has a faint feeling of a couple's outfit.

Feng Zhuojun helped Baiyao carry the schoolbag and walked out the door.

Lingshui High School is the most famous high school in the imperial capital. It almost monopolizes the top students in the entire imperial capital, and also gathers the heirs of powerful families in the entire imperial capital.

This is a golden house for scholars and a small vanity fair for powerful people.

Baiyao is the matter of the young wife of the Feng family. She obeyed Baiyao's wishes and didn't make too much publicity. Even the school teacher only knew that Baiyao seemed to have something to do with the Feng family, but they didn't know the exact relationship.

Feng Zhuojun disappeared for three years, and these three years were enough to make many people forget him.

So when Feng Zhuojun took Baiyao with him personally, until he brought Baiyao into the office, it didn't cause any commotion.

Baiyao's head teacher, surnamed Yang, is a middle-aged man in his 40s. He is thin and petite, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and wears a lake-blue shirt with the edge of the shirt tucked into the waistband of his trousers. .

At first glance, he is a gentle and rigorous person.

"Who is this?" Teacher Yang looked at Feng Zhuojun.

Judging by his age, he should not be Bai Yao's father.

If it is a brother, firstly, the two people really don't look alike, and secondly, the atmosphere between the two people is also not very similar.

If he read correctly, the two came in holding hands.

Feng Zhuojun shook hands with Teacher Yang with ease, and said calmly, "I am Baiyao's guardian."

He would rather talk about her husband, but this would not have a good effect on Baiyao.

However, there is still a little deviation in the guardian, after all, Baiyao has not been written in his household registration book yet.

He must find a suitable time as soon as possible and Baiyao to use Xiaohong's skills.

After explaining the matter to Mr. Yang, Feng Zhuojun left first.

At this time, other teachers in the office are in class, and there are only Bai Yao and this teacher Yang in the office.

Teacher Yang found a test paper from the drawer.

"I would like to take a look at your current learning level first. You do this test paper first. The time is 45 minutes. You don't have to worry. You can do whatever you can."

The office is quiet, Baiyao is working on the questions, and Teacher Yang is preparing the lesson.

After a while, another teacher came into the office, this time a female teacher.

When she saw Bai Yao, she paused for a moment, walked up to Teacher Yang and asked, "Which class is this student, why does she look a bit unfamiliar?"

Lingshui High School is divided into three divisions, ABC, and each division has four classes. There are just over 100 students, and Baiyao is fair and cute. If she has seen it, she must have an impression.

"Oh, this is a new transfer student from our class, named Baiyao."

The female teacher showed a dazed expression: "It's a new transfer, no wonder it doesn't look familiar. But why does the name Baiyao sound familiar?"

Teacher Yang frowned: "Hearing you say that, I suddenly feel like I've heard it somewhere before."

The female teacher thought about it carefully, then suddenly slapped the table, and said, "As for the last batch of students we brought, our school used to get the highest scores in the first volume of the country every year. The last time was three years ago, and let the next door save one." A student from an unknown school surpassed him, so is that child also called Baiyao?"

And Baiyao, who has excellent hearing, listened to their conversation silently, concentrated on doing the paper with her head down, not daring to say anything.

The Baiyao they were talking about seemed to be the same person as him by chance.

He hasn't done a math paper for a long time, and since he finished a random one years ago, he hasn't studied again, and he seems to be a bit unfamiliar with making papers again.

But it's not a big problem. It shouldn't be difficult to finish this set of papers in 45 minutes.

While sipping tea, Teacher Yang inadvertently glanced at Baiyao.

The distance is a bit far, so I can't read the words written on the test paper clearly, but judging from the distribution of the writing on the test paper, it can be seen that Bai Yao has already written the big question at the back.

He was a little surprised, it had only been ten minutes, it would be good if Bai Yao could finish the multiple-choice questions, why did he start to do big questions.

And judging by the speed at which Baiyao was writing, it seemed as if there was no writing process at all, he didn't even need the draft paper, he just wrote things on the scroll smoothly.

It made him wonder for a moment whether Baiyao was silently writing ancient poems on the test paper.

One second before the bell rang, Bai Yao put down his pen.

He looked cute: "Mr. Yang, I finished writing."