Chapter 4 Do you miss your dad?

For Lin Yuehai, he could be impatient with having a meal with the client, but he was willing to drive alone for a few hours and go back to the small town to see his daughter

He can also think of his daughter when he is tired and keep moving forward again when he thinks of his daughter.

For Lin Ruoyu no longer suffers and is as poor as him, for her to be like those rich girls, others have it, and his daughter has it, too.

Because of this, in recent years, Lin Yuehai has worked hard to make money

But now he has money, he suddenly realizes that his eyes have grown up in a blink of an eye.

Lin Yuehai, who was driving, felt a little sour for a moment. He held the steering wheel with one hand and the daughter's little hand beside him with the other. He tangled his fingers, pulled her hand over, put it on his lips and kissed her gently.

Sticky, with a different lingering meaning

There are not many families with cars in the small town, and there are no traffic lights on the road, and there are no vehicles. Lin Yuehai drove the car slowly, then pulled his daughter over, turned his head and kissed her forehead lightly.

Dad, drive well

Lin Ruoyu blushed, leaned on her father's shoulder, raised her hand and pushed her face, and said coquettishly: Don't look at me, look ahead

OK, dad drives well

Lin Yuehai drove the car even slower, and the brand new BMW slowly slid on the road. This time, he did not kiss his daughter's hands and forehead, but instead placed his hand on his daughter's thigh and gently kneaded it.

Lin Ruoyu, sitting in the passenger seat, felt her lower abdomen twitching, and a large stream of water suddenly flowed out of her lower body.

She blushed and stuck out her tongue secretly. Fortunately, she was wearing thick pants in winter, otherwise she would have to wet her father's new car cushion.

Yes, since Lin Ruoyu's body develops, her lower body will become wet from time to time, and it's not because of anything else, sometimes a little physical or visual stimulation will make her lower body flow.

Facing his father's touch on her thigh, Lin Ruoyu's heartbeats, slightly opened her thighs, turned her head out of the car window, biting her lip lightly, and was eager for her father's touch on her to go deeper and harder.

Lin Yuehai, who was driving, was also a physical communication with his daughter. There was never a limit. He looked at the heavy snow in front of the car window and was still leisurely kneading his daughter's thighs. Unconsciously, he came to his daughter's thighs and stroked her fingers between Lin Ruoyu's legs.

Then, knead the inner side of my daughter's thigh

In the car, the father and daughter stopped talking at some point. The old-fashioned car audio sounds were heard from the radio station. In this era when Hong Kong dramas were flying everywhere, the affectionate Cantonese songs added a touch of beauty to the atmosphere in the car.

Lin Ruoyu collapsed in the passenger seat. She closed her eyes, suppressed her messy breathing, felt her father's hand, and the movements on the inside of her thighs. She wanted her father to touch her more private place...

Perhaps he felt that the car was too quiet. Lin Yuehai finally saw his own baby and didn't want his daughter to feel that his father was difficult to get close to him. He asked: Baby, do you miss his father?

Yes~

Lin Ruoyu responded, and her pretty face suddenly turned red. This sound was like a cat in heat. What was she thinking?