![]() He had a well-defined face, sculpture-like features, a clean and firm chin, and a naturally noble expression. CEO Sachin Yu was a remarkable talent as well as …" " Yu's Group’s 10th anniversary has witnessed itself become a global technological tycoon. She saw a financial news item on the LCD screen of a building. ![]() Her son was thoughtful, but he had fought many times in the kindergarten. She took a taxi and hurriedly rushed to the kindergarten. Hubert Mu stared straight at Mark Chan, and suddenly waved his little tightly held fist and pounded on Mark Chan’s temple.Ī few minutes later, Eugenia Mu received a call from the kindergarten teacher, she was told that Hubert Mu fought others again. Mark Chan's tone was filled with contempt, "You, little bastard, everyone in the kindergarten knows that Hubert Mu has no father, and Hubert Mu is a bastard!" The boy's expression immediately changed. "He stepped my foot! I will ask my dad to beat this fatherless ass to death. Some of the children started to speak up for the little boy, "Mark Chan, Hubert Mu has already apologized to you. Mark Chan's father was a senior official of the North City. However, Mark Chan pushed him away forcefully: "You dare to step on my foot, tomorrow, I'll have my father beat you to death!" The little boy quickly apologized: "Mark Chan, I am sorry, I am not on purpose. The little boy accidentally stepped on another boy’s foot. He was too good-looking, with a small pink face, a pair of eyes as big and round as black grapes, and eyelashes as thick as a fan. Sachin Yu got into the black Bentley, only to leave a cloud of dust.Īmong a group of children, a boy was especially eye-catching. "Tomorrow." Sachin Yu ‘s voice was low and full of magnetism, revealing no emotions. His mind was interrupted,"Sachin Yu, shall I bring the little master back now?" The man said respectfully to Sachin Yu. In a kindergarten in the northern part, a group of children were doing gymnastics at the playground.Ī man with a finely carve figure was standing not far away, recalling the girl four years ago. Her breast was kneaded red and swollen by the man’s powerful palm, her moaning integrating with the man’s gasping, filled the room with air of hormones. Her hands were tightly gripping the bed sheet beneath her, her sweat was rolling down her smooth snowy-white skin, every inch of which was explored by the man’s soft tongue. Her body was trembling with extreme pain as the man was penetrating her whole body heavily and totally. But in the room, the girl’s moaning was like a burning fire, lighting the man as crazy as a beast.
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