Chapter 223: Shen Zhuoyan disturbs people’s sweet dreams

Qiao Chuchu raised her eyebrows and pondered the word: "Uncle?"

She tied his wrists and sneered: "What kind of uncle are you?"

Wei Shenglin's breathing stagnated and his body suddenly became limp.

He could have struggled.

But his limbs seemed to be sealed.

The feeling of his body made him feel extremely unfamiliar.

His cheeks were a little hot, and he pressed tightly against the wall: "Let go, let go!"

After saying this, Wei Shenglin was a little surprised.

This kind of movement with a tone as soft as cotton candy, is it really made by him?

Qiao Chuchu: "Huh?"

[Why did the voice soften? Is this also part of his playing house? She

thought of a line and put the gun to the back of his head: "Uncle, you are old, isn't it time for you to give up your throne? I have been eyeing your throne for a long time, and I also want to be the boss."

Wei Shenglin's ears were buzzing, and he felt confused, and he heard it as -

"Uncle, I've been thinking about you for a long time. I want to sit on your throne and be your boss."

Wei Shenglin shook his head and forced himself to wake up: "I can't give myself to you! Don't even think about it!"

Qiao Chuchu: "? What nonsense are you talking about, I want your throne, not you! Rethink your lines!"

Wei Shenglin was startled: "Isn't it?"

She put the gun to the back of his head and said fiercely: "Rethink it!!!"

Wei Shenglin shuddered and a hoarse sob came out of his throat: "Um!"

He turned his back to Qiao Chuchu, pressed against the wall, and his palms were sweaty from the heat.

Why is it so hot? !

Why is it so hot!

He was out of breath: "What do you want?"

Qiao Chuchu reminded: "The throne! The boss's throne that you have worked so hard for for so many years!"

He licked his lips, tilted his head back and panted: "Ah, the throne."

Wei Shenglin rubbed his wrists that were restrained by the tie, and big beads of sweat rolled down along his jawline, and all the heat flowed to a certain place in his body!

His breathing stagnated.

He, he -

he lowered his eyes in astonishment, turned his back to Qiao Chuchu and said nothing.

Qiao Chuchu felt that he was not feeling well and put down her gun: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

She wanted to untie his tie: "I told you not to play anymore, but you are still addicted to it."

Wei Shenglin suddenly avoided her hand to untie his tie: "It's okay, I just got stuck on the words, don't untie it."

Qiao Chuchu was stunned: "Really? Your voice is very hoarse, are you lacking oxygen?"

Wei Shenglin's face flushed, and he turned his back to her and said: "No, I can still play."

Qiao Chuchu's mouth twitched: "...I can see that you really have never played house. This is something I was tired of playing when I was a child."

Wei Shenglin: "..."

He didn't say anything, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, slowly experiencing it.

This feeling is strange.

The body is numb, like an electric shock.

He thought of his words slowly: "I have worked so hard for so many years, it is impossible for me to give you what I have worked so hard for, unless you--"

The cabinet was suddenly opened!

An anxious Shen Zhuoyan looked at Qiao Chuchu, without even looking at Wei Shenglin, he carried her and ran!

Qiao Chuchu quickly threw the gun to Wei Shenglin: "No more playing, I have to continue to be a half-dead model."

Wei Shenglin: "?"

He still maintained the posture kneeling in the cabinet, watching Qiao Chuchu disappear from his sight.

It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

Shen Zhuoyan came to save people?

At such a critical moment?

Wei Shenglin tore off his tie and held it in his hand. The anger suddenly became like a fire poured with gasoline, and it instantly burned all over his body!

Fuck...

this Shen Zhuoyan...

Fuck!!!