Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

Chapter 315

Once upon a time, Mu Junchen was a straight man who liked girls with thin waists, hips, big breasts and innocent looks.

In the locked phone photo album, there are many cool and beautiful art photos and short videos about sex|love knowledge.

Later, the art photos and small videos of these beauties disappeared.

Because it is necessary to make room for more powerful things.

For example, when Lu Huai slept with his furry head obediently sunk in the pillow, the photo of Lu Huai with his long eyelashes drooping quietly, the photo of Lu Huai eating popsicles, the video of Lu Huai licking his lips while eating egg yolk, and the video of Lu Huai lying naked on a dark bed On the sofa, only a white shirt of Mu Junchen was used to cover the photo between the crotch. His white and slender body... At that time, he was only 1.6 meters tall. It should be said that he was petite and short. The old sofa in the background forms a strong contrast, and the bright and shy eyes are ignorant and bold when the head is turned sideways.

Mu Junchen knew exactly what he was thinking at that time: this was dedicating himself to art, and it was for the professional study of seniors.

In fact, the truth is not like this. He just wanted to see it for himself, and it has nothing to do with art.

But he won't tell Lu Zhun.

I also think that, as Lu Huai's favorite and most respected husband> and senior, he has to maintain his tall, handsome, handsome and extraordinary image in his wife's heart.

"Fatty, why are you giggling while looking at your phone?"

Suddenly, a rough young boy's voice sounded from behind.

Mu Junchen's hands trembled instantly, he flipped the phone over, dropped it on the ground, and then lowered his head to pick it up, hitting his forehead on the table and screaming.

Lu Huai frowned:

Mu Junchen got up and turned around, and saw Lu Huai wearing a white shirt and black trousers, putting down his half-packed canvas satchel, and came to look at his forehead; "Does it hurt? Why are you and me—you're just so guilty. What are you doing?"

"It doesn't hurt, there's nothing to do." Mu Junchen put the phone in his pocket.

Lu Huai suddenly became a little unhappy, his mouth pouted indistinctly, but he didn't say anything.

"I'll show you, okay?

When Mu Junchen saw him like this, he knew that his monopolistic psychology had committed another crime, and he didn't like that he had a secret from him.

"Just look at it like this." Mu Junchen unlocked the album, held the phone high, and showed Lu Huai the photos in the album.

Lu Huai raised his head and looked at it seriously for a while.

Lu Huai:

"Delete!!!" Lu Huai didn't expect that there were so many photos in Mu Junchen's phone, so many photos that he couldn't see, or photos with an inexplicable emotion in his daily photos. He went crazy, "Are you a pervert?" So many of these! And didn’t they all tell me to delete them before?? Delete them for me, right now, right now!!!”

Mu Junchen put away his mobile phone, looked at Lu Huai's outfit today suggestively, and felt that his wife's outfit was absolutely stunning, with one shirt button unbuttoned, showing her fair neck and a little collarbone, because he Thin, his trousers look slightly loose, which vaguely outlines his soft and narrow waist, his small but warped buttocks, and those long legs that can last a year...

"Warning, I just put on this suit, if you dare to pick me off..."

Lu Huai's eyes flickered immediately, and he pointed at Mu Junchen with threats on his face, but he didn't seem to have figured out how to threaten him.

"What about you?

Mu Junchen looked forward to hearing what he would say next, and thought that if the price could be tolerated, he would pick it up, and if he couldn't bear it, he would wait until Lu Huai came back from work.

Lu Huai looked serious: "I'm just angry."

Mu Junchen: "..."

Well, he couldn't bear the price.