Sensational! The Crippled Mister Gong Is A Big-Shot

In the end, Wang Ling followed Fu Cheng and Old Master Fu back to the Fu family and took care of Fu Cheng.

Seeing this, Fu Xi stayed at the Fu residence for two days.

Gong Hao lived in a single-family villa and had just taken control of the Gong family. He had many matters to deal with, but on the third day, he drove to the Fu family to pick Fu Xi up.

"Xi'er, I'm not used to not having you by my side."

He pulled Fu Xi's hand and let her touch his face. "Look, those who can't eat or sleep well will lose weight."

Then his gaze dropped to her breasts.

"I need to drink more milk and nourish my protein."

"..."

She leaned into him, her eyes moving like water. "Are you sure asking me to go back is a supplement, not a drain?"

"Of course."

Gong Hao was certain. She pinched him angrily and turned to break free from his embrace.

"We can go back. Wait."

Watching her walk towards the servants' room, Gong Hao understood that she had gone to look for spies.

That Wang Ling was a thorn in her heart. Before she was sure of Wang Ling's true motive, she would not relax.

Not long after, Fu Xi returned to the villa with Gong Hao.

As soon as they were inside, he pressed her urgently against the wall.

Their faces suddenly approached each other. Gong Hao's hot breath landed on her face, and the atmosphere became heavy.

Fu Xi smiled charmingly and raised her chin at him provocatively.

"Make me beg for mercy if you can."

No man could stand such words. Gong Hao's eyes turned cold as he quickly tore off her clothes.

Fu Xi smiled and ran past his arm to the kitchen. Before she could close the door, Gong Hao squeezed in.

The scent of male hormones filled the kitchen.

Gong Hao pressed her against the side of the stove. Her upper body was pressed tightly against the tiles, and her butt was raised high. Her hands were held by him from behind.

"Ah Hao, don't be like this. The tiles are so cold."

Fu Xi said softly, her face flushed.

Her nipples rubbed against the tiles. The coolness and strangeness were both inclusive, like ice and fire.

"You don't like it?"

Gong Hao smiled, unbuckled his belt, and slammed his rod into her private part.

Fu Xi was not prepared for this sudden attack. She was about to scold him in pain when he used his rod to spin and rub against her vagina, hitting her little points.

"You really don't like it?"

Hot air came in waves. She went limp. The hole quickly flooded.

"Ah Hao…"

Fu Xi dragged out the word and swayed her butt gently. Gong Hao understood what she meant and plunged his rod into the depths of her vagina.

"Ah!"

The violent shock made her scream.

The kitchen was soon filled with the blush-inducing slap of flesh on flesh.

At this moment, Fu Xi's phone rang.

"Ah Hao, quick, stop."

As she shouted, she fumbled with her phone and saw that it was the servant, Xiaotao, calling her.

However, Gong Hao didn't stop. He only hugged her. "Answer it."

Xiao Tao was Fu Xi's spy before she left. She had no choice but to answer the call.

Xiaotao's eager voice came from the receiver.

"Miss, Wang Ling entered the study alone just now. She probably doesn't know that I hid the camera on her work pass. Come back quickly."

"Okay, I'll—Ah!"

Fu Xi exclaimed and turned around to glare at Gong Hao. However, he smiled lazily and stabbed her even harder.

She quickly hung up.