Chapter 512 Young Marshal Huo's Little Mute 3
The presence of the scent was particularly strong in the back seat.
It stirred up some kind of primal instinct within the man, causing it to surge forth relentlessly.
At that moment, he couldn't tell whether he was dissatisfied with the increasing distance or with her disobedience.
Huo Ze has always been a free spirit, and following his heart's desire, he stretched out his long arm.
Song Jinhuan thought that she could cry if she moved away from others, but less than three seconds later, she was pulled hard.
Her entire head slammed into the man's chest.
It's rock hard.
She suspected that there was a large dent in her forehead.
Waaaaah...
"Sanjin, look at him!"
"Is he taking advantage of my inability to speak, acting so rudely?"
"Waaaaah, is my hand ruined?!"
If his hands were free, he'd definitely give Shang Bangbang a couple of punches!
Sanjin: "Host, keep it up!"
Hozer was certain of one thing: the discomfort stemmed from the distance that had been created.
He never runs away from his inner thoughts.
"Don't cry."
Song Jinhuan didn't stop.
"You wouldn't want your skirt to get torn, would you?" The man's lazy voice was tinged with an undeniable lust and a hint of amusement.
She listened intently, her body stiffening, and she cursed him under her breath as a pervert.
Are you sick?!
The girl sat on his lap, a soft, fluffy ball.
The man in military uniform leaned back lazily, his large hand resting on her waist.
Her top was a bit loose, and when I reached back with my large hand, I could see just how slender her waist was.
What was originally a joke was somehow stirred up by the sensation in my hand.
He turned his gaze to the receding shadows outside the car window, but after two seconds it returned to the girl's profile.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down a few times.
He snapped at the driver in front of him in a harsh tone, "Drive faster! Are you so slow that even the King of Hell can't catch you?"
The driver tightened his grip on the steering wheel and accelerated.
Whether there's a King of Hell in the back of the car is unknown, but there is one inside.
Song Jinhuan was startled by his sudden attack, and shrank back, trying her best to make herself less noticeable.
The car stopped in front of a small villa, and everywhere you looked, there were Western gadgets.
The fountain with a boy with wings, the openwork wrought iron fence, and that villa.
Song Jinhuan had no mind to look at any of this at the moment; her hand... her hand... was aching in waves.
Huo Ze carried the person and strode upstairs to the bedroom.
The resounding footsteps swept past like the wind, and the servants all lowered their heads, not daring to look up.
An old man with a white beard waited for an unknown amount of time.
"Look at her hands." Huo Ze threw the person in front of the old man, then brazenly began to take off his coat.
doctor!
It's a doctor!
Song Jinhuan's eyes were sparkling; she was practically kneeling down and kowtowing to him!
She quickly handed over her hand, "Quick, take a look! Is it ruined?"
The white-bearded old man asked, "What's going on?"
"Your shooting posture was wrong; the recoil dislocated your wrist." Huo Ze casually took off his shirt, exposing his muscular body to the air.
The white-bearded old man couldn't help but remind him, "There's a woman here, be careful!"
Song Jinhuan looked back, puzzled, then her eyes widened suddenly, and she quickly turned back.
My face turned red.
Shameless!
Huo Ze glanced at the shy girl, chuckled, and said half-jokingly, "She's the little fiancée my good father arranged for me."
Song Jinhuan: Bah! You won't admit it at all! Being a scoundrel is being a scoundrel!
The white-bearded old man was speechless. He squeezed Song Jinhuan's wrist and snapped it twice. "All done."
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