Heart Hunting

MixC, the landmark of rich area in this city.

The architectural styles here are different and distinctive, just like the private villa in front of Kenny.

The French style decoration is integrated with modern elements. Different colors and high pure colors are used in the design. Elegant white lines are matched with light gray green. With exquisite classical relief furniture, the whole space is like an elegant French style painting.

Poppy watches all the way and is led into the master bedroom by Kenny.

"Did you just said give me a ride? But seems that this is you house, isn't it?" Poppy sits on the edge of the bed and asks. She is not afraid at all that he would rush to her in the next second. She is still calm.

"My house can be your house. You are welcome to move in anytime if you like." Kenny doesn't seem to be joking. Poppy thinks carefully about the authenticity of his words.

"You can eat at random, but don't talk randomly, otherwise..." Poppy gets close to him on purpose. "the consequences will be serious!"

Kenny puts his arms around her. "How serious?"

Poppy fondles the stubble that has just grown out of his chin, and says with her eyes blinks, "I'll take it as serious."

For a moment, Kenny is almost blank in his mind. When he is about to talk, Poppy asks tentatively, "do you often take women to your home? Why do I smell a fragrance of women in the air?"

Kenny suddenly pounces on her and puts up three fingers, "I swear, you are the first woman I take home."

Poppy laughs. "Are you really so devoted?"

"Uh huh?" Kenny looks at her red lips, and is ready to lean down on her, but is stopped by Poppy. "It's a good thing to have a plan, but the plan often fails to catch up with the change. Just like now, I just want to take a good bath."

It's enough flirting with him. She was sweating when running just now, and now she's all wet and uncomfortable.

Kenny's presses his waist on her. "You know that I have a plan, so do you think I will let you go?"

"Yeah, cuz I'm sweaty now, and you're not gonna be comfortable." Poppy looks at him seriously. "If you don't mind, please lend me some clothes?"

Kenny lies down to her side and says, "I'll lend you clothes when you satisfying me."

"You're insane!" Poppy disdains his threat and sits up with her arms against the bed.

Poppy

her strength is so strong. Fortunately, he is alert, or he

him out of the bed while he is distracted, and she gets up from the bed without looking at him. She goes into the cloakroom, finds out a white shirt, and then walks to the bathroom.

Kenny gets up, there is a sound of shower in the bathroom. Kenny raises a tricky smile

around upstairs, like two fishes playing

spare key. She brings some midnight snacks to

her son is at home. She doesn't see him on the first floor, so she goes straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

is not closed. She slowly walks in, just like a

clothes in disorder, she exclaims, "Kenny, what's the matter with you?"

same time, the door of the bathroom happens to open. Poppy is wearing a man's shirt, looking lazy. She comes out with a fragrance of shower

charming with her long white legs exposed, and the perfect curve appears indistinctly. Her long hair ends are still dripping with water, and her white skin

"My god!" Mrs. Murphy never expected that she would see such a scene. She covers her mouth in surprise, and looks at Kenny and

at Mrs. Murphy and seems

sees this scene will think it wrongly. Mrs. Murphy goes to poppy and says, "You little

Poppy carefully looks at the old lady in front of her. She is simple in dress and has excellent skin care. She isn't like

clear eyes, Poppy even read a

wrong. Although Mrs. Murphy is scolding her, there is no sense of blame in the eyes at

angry with her. Instead, she shrugs innocently. "Your son took me here. He slept in my house last night. Why don't you tell your son

Mrs. Murphy is dissatisfied with the disdain in Poppy's eyes. "My son is so handsome

Poppy is amused by her words. "Then you can ask you son

looks at Kenny. "Kenny, is it

Kenny touches his nose embarrassingly. "Mom, what she said is

Murphy points

She didn't expect the plot to develop like this. Mrs. Murphy is a little

So she immediately changes the topic, "I made

She pauses for a second and then looks at poppy. "I've done a lot. It's a pity

Poppy smiles and answers,

bowl after another and eats it with relish. At the same time, she murmurs, "I've just finished my sport, I'm starving. Fortunately, I have food to save my stomach."

When Mrs. Murphy hears her saying "sport", she immediately think it wrongly. "You are really a fox. Don't you feel shameful? How could you speak all this kind of thing

deliberately says, "if it is the "sport" like you think, your son would even want to do it with me every day, why can't I just

who is eating porridge slowly, nods his head, "Mom, you don't have to ask