The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

Strawberry juice

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"I don't care about that, which you should know.Make a delicious, delicious and definitely nutritious meal!" tell Danu, passing by chef Adi so.

Without hesitation Danu walked over and opened the refrigerator. His hands were outstretched to grab something inside there. But stop him doing.

"What's up, sir? Did you forget what you wanted to take?" ask chef Adi who has since noticed the Young Master.

'Strawberry juice is sour, fresh and sweet. Good for fertility too, that's all!' thought Danu.

Layla was waiting for her husband in the room. While playing games on his smart phone.

The kruuuk krukkkk.

Layla mengelusss her stomach is still flat, with worms that have started to protest.

"New clock! Why the rumbling? Thankfully no Danu, I'm ashamed of you!" Layla turned her head towards the door, her gaze expectant. Danu appeared behind the tightly shut door.

Layla takes a rough breath, when what she wants does not match the reality that is before her eyes.

"How long! I should go downstairs, and find food downstairs!" layla thought, staring for a moment at the core of her behind her knee-length shorts.

Layla took a slow breath, closing her eyes.

'Be not sick, only rich, I must cry. I can!' layla's inner self-sustained.

Layla opened her two eyes, slowly lowering her right leg from the bed. Again he felt a pain, pain in his core area that rubbed.

"Awwwhhhhhhsss peri as well! Yuk can yuk!" pekik Layla, encourage himself back.

"Stay on your left foot when you get off the bed. Just stand up, walk to the kitchen for a while, can choose the food I want to eat! Cus is!" layla said with the spirit of 45, a smile re-engraved on her lips.

"Awwwhhhh huh slow down!" ringis Layla, however, did not make her determination stop to lower her left leg.

The door of the room was opened from the outside, coinciding with Layla who was now standing up and slowly swinging her footsteps forward.

"Darling, what are you doing?" danu hurriedly asked, putting the two glasses he had brought on the nightstand.

'Aduh tensin also if in front of ka Danu said it was me perih plus linu, pura pura good good aja.' inner Layla swallowed her saliva with difficulty.

"Let me help!" without any more permission, Danu immediately carried Layla with her two big hands.

"Akkhh! I can walk by myself!" push Layla with both hands on Danu's shoulders.

"Ssttttt, you're rich because of me. I should be responsible, right! Where are you going again? The washroom? The balcony? Or need what? Let me get it!" cecar Danu, by standing in place. Don't know where Layla's going.

Danu's gaze turned toward Layla's core. 'That must hurt a lot, I'm sorry baby! I'm hilafff!' inner Danu with a sorry face.

Layla's cheeks meet, blushing like a boiled crab. Heard Danu's words.

"Make what a responsibility! We are legitimate, take responsibility.How else try!" great-grandson Layla with her head bowed in shame.

"It's because it's wrong that I can't control my passions, making you this way!" bright Danu.

Kruuk krukkk.

The worm in Layla's stomach returns.

Danu glanced at the two glasses of strawberry juice he made earlier in the kitchen. Then take Layla to the balcony.

"No! I've made you juice, it's able to run your stomach first."

"Wait here!" tell Danu after sitting Layla on the couch.

Not long ago, Danu returned with two glasses of juice that he had brought before him.

"Drink this, it's very good for health, I made it myself for us to drink." Danu thrust a glass of juice that was in her right hand to the front of Layla.

"Tomato juice? I-I don't like tomato juice!" layla exclaimed by staring at the hororrr of the juice glass that Danu thrust on her.

"No, it's strawberry juice. It's delicious, baby, really taste it. You must have tried, will nagainnn, keep asking again made!" great-granddaughter Danu confidently.

Danu drank his own juice first, feeling the fresh sensation of his artificial strawberry juice. Her jakun moves up and down, following every throat strawberry juice that she manages to gulp and pass through her throat.

Layla bit her lower lip. 'His richness is delicious.' swallowed his saliva, with the water that almost dripped, saw Danu who was so enjoying his homemade juice.

Layla smelled the scent of her juice first, before she drank it.

"Aaahhhhh, you want more!" layla said, immediately spent a glass of juice that Danu gave her. Wiping her lips with her arms.

"May, but let me treat your lower lip first!" exclaimed Danu with her mischievous gaze, staring towards Layla's core.

Layla follows Danu's gaze, blussss her cheeks back blushing. With a reflex movement, Layla covers her core with her two hands overlapping each other.

"I can cure myself! Where's the cure! Here give it to me!" Layla poked her right hand in front of Danu.

Danu really apply the medicine he brought on Layla's lips that swell up because of his actions.

By sitting on the bed, Layla's two legs are wide open, Danu slowly, and prudently, with painstaking care. Smearing Layla's swollen lower lip with a reddish color, with the cream she brought before her.

"I told you, I can do it myself! I'm not a kid!" layla protested in a soft voice.

'Huaaaa very embarrassed to be her, as good as her jidat ka Danu liet koputannn under me. Last night in obrakkk abrikk. Now huuuaaaa where's this vein of shame I'm simplifying?' inner Layla shouts in shame, don't ask again with her blushing cheeks.

"What a hell, it's natural. Husband treats his wounded wife." seduced Danu.

"Au very, that wound where it used to be! That's right, I'm ashamed of myself! How anyway! Don't know if you don't want to be a guy!" layla with pursed lips, turned her gaze in the other direction.

Tok to tok.

"Wow, you've got a door on you! It's already!" with a panicked face, Layla immediately pushed Danu's shoulder.

Bugh.

"Awwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

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