Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

He looked down at the beautiful girl in his arms.

I really feel pity for you.

There is sadness in the beautiful eyes.

Combination of loveliness and sadness.

Any man who sees it will not be willing to hurt him.

After Lin Pingzhi vented his anger earlier.

There is still a trace of regret in my heart.

After all, Chen Yuanyuan is A Ke's mother.

This is a big misunderstanding!

I, Lin Pingzhi, am a gentleman, how could I do such a thing that both mother and daughter eat?

But now I saw Chen Yuanyuan's expression.

Lin Pingzhi's heart instantly melted.

He wrapped one hand around Chen Yuanyuan's slender waist.

Even though she was nearly forty years old, she didn't have a trace of fat around her waist.

With the other hand, he held the place that the other hand couldn't grasp.

While using "Pipa Xing", Lin Pingzhi looked at Chen Yuanyuan tenderly.

"How could I dislike you?" Lin Pingzhi said tenderly.

A smile suddenly appeared on Chen Yuanyuan's face.

However, there was still a slight frown between her brows and eyes.

"But, Lin Lang, my age..."

When Chen Yuanyuan said this, her eyes were a little dim.

Just ask which woman doesn't want to be young and beautiful forever.

"Snapped!"

Lin Pingzhi patted it.

Suddenly the waves were rough.

Even the green grapes suddenly turned into black grapes.

"uh-huh……"

Chen Yuanyuan couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

She looked at Lin Pingzhi with silky eyebrows.

It seems to be saying: You are good or bad!I really like!

"What's wrong with your age? Are you ugly, or out of shape? Or..."

As Lin Pingzhi spoke, he leaned into Chen Yuanyuan's ear and whispered something.

Chen Yuanyuan blushed suddenly.

"Lin Lang, how bad are you!"

she said shyly.

"Didn't you try it just now?"

Chen Yuanyuan is at this age, and she has never met Lin Pingzhi before, who can say those things so freshly and refinedly.

"Yes, tight."

Lin Pingzhi replied with a smile.

Hearing Lin Pingzhi say it directly.

Chen Yuanyuan was a little embarrassed to look at Lin Pingzhi.

She buried her head in Lin Pingzhi's arms and quietly did not speak.

She hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

Now she has a sense of security that she hasn't had in a long time.

But not for a while.

Chen Yuanyuan's breathing became rapid.

"No, Lin Lang, don't..."

she struggled to say.

But she did not stop Lin Pingzhi.

Now she is resisting in her heart.