第一百四十一章执子之手(3/5)

                                                           邹丰拍拍的脊背；“又乱想什么了？”
                                                                                                                                                                “好不好？”邹贝不让男人把她扒拉下来，死死搂住他。
                                                                                                                                                                “好。”男人轻轻贴上她耳朵；“那不给抽鼻子了。”
                                                                                                                                                                邹贝笑着乱说；“才没有，是那边不知道擦了什么，呛得慌。”
                                                                                                                                                                “有吗？谁？”邹丰也抽了抽鼻子，诧异道；“我咋没闻到。”
                                                                                                                                                                “诺……那边那个。”邹贝伸手一指；“那个穿粉色泳衣的那个……啊！爸！”话没说完，男人已经蹿了出去，几步走到那女子挨着转了一圈，邹贝哭笑不得，其实是刚才不想承认哭鼻子才乱说，哪晓得这老头越活越回去。
                                                                                                                                                                “是呛人。”邹丰研究完毕，跑回来坐下，满脸狐疑，自言自语；“跟你身上的味儿没法比。”
                                                                                                                                                                “……我身上？”邹贝吓得愕然，嫩白的脸上出现红晕；“有……有什么味道？”
                                                                                                                                                                “有的……”邹丰身躯往前面伸了伸，小声嘀咕；“你身上……有小狐狸的味道，我喜欢。”
                                                                                                                                                                “啊？你说啥？”邹贝大叫一声，窘得一阵乱推他；“哪里有狐狸……流氓。”
                                                                             

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