Chapter 244

"Scrub yourself!" Song Wuyou glared at Gu Yanhao with a blushing face.

"It wants you to rub it." Gu Yanhao put her hand there.

"You—" Song Wuyou pulled his hand back, but couldn't do anything.

This man forced her to hold it and rub it...

Song Wuyou became angry: "Gu Yanhao, are you not afraid that I will break it?"

Gu Yanhao sucked in a breath of relief, his eyes were extremely deep, "You can't bear it."

Song Wuyou smiled coldly: "Whoever said it, I'll screw it up."

After speaking, Song Wuyou tightly held it and twisted it.

"Hey—" Gu Yanhao took another breath of relief.

Because it was cool and uncomfortable, her delicate face was slightly distorted.

He held Song Wuyou's hand tightly, preventing her from taking it away.

His eyes were as scarlet, as deep, and as if he wanted to be dissatisfied.

Song Wuyou originally wanted to twist it hard, but as soon as she clenched it tightly, he gasped, making her stunned.

Seeing his comfortable and dissatisfied expression, her heart skipped a beat.

Gu Yanhao's eyes blurred, "Don't twist it, rub it, hold it, rub it."

"Don't rub!" Song Wuyou resisted and threw his hand hard.

Gu Yanhao grabbed her wrist tightly and stared at her dissatisfiedly: "It's uncomfortable."

"You solve it yourself!"

"Song Wuyou, you are torturing me."

"You are torturing me!"

"How did I torture you? Could it be that you want it?"

"I want your head!"

"Screw, finish rubbing early and finish early!" The man's voice was so hoarse that Song Wuyou felt unfamiliar.

"..." Song Wuyou glared at him fiercely, she really didn't want to rub, but if she continued to struggle, if she was pulling with him, she would hurt her wound again.

But rubbing, she felt very dirty.

However, there seems to be a voice deep in my heart saying: My wife helps her husband to solve his physical needs, what is the filth?

"I'm so uncomfortable." Gu Yanhao lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Song Wuyou's, his voice hoarse, "Worry-free, help me."

"Just this time!" Song Wuyou's heart beat wildly.

"Well, just this time." Gu Yanhao raised the corner of his lips.

Just this time, in the future, he will use her body directly instead of her hands.

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Mrs. Song dressed stylishly and walked out of the Song family villa carrying the famous brand bag that Song Jiuyue gave her.

She made an appointment with the hostess of the neighboring villa to play mahjong together.

As soon as he walked out of the villa, the phone in the designer bag rang.

Mrs. Song stopped and took out her mobile phone from her bag. The caller ID was an unfamiliar number.

She wanted to refuse to listen, but she seemed to think of something, so she still answered.

As soon as the call was answered, a cold male voice came from the other party.

"Ms. Yang, why hasn't the remaining money been credited to my account?"

Mrs. Song was startled and asked in her heart, "You are not dead?"

"Hehe, do you really want me to die?"

Madam Song glanced around and asked, "Where are you?"

"Don't ask me where I am, I just want to know, when will you call me for the rest of the money?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Mrs. Song's face sank: "I heard that Song Wuyou is not dead!"

The other party sneered: "Do you want to default?

Mrs. Song: "I won't default on my debt. I want you to act again and kill Song Wuyou!"

The other party: "You can act again, pay the money, my purpose is to pay the balance regardless of whether the task is successful or not."

Mrs. Song: "If you kill Song Wuyou, I will give you the money!"