Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 28

"So cool, this kind of broad daylight there's aunty kun** under the tree." Gibran looked at the woman with the position of the left hand like a person was respecting, mouth open, and eyes squeaking and his right hand holding the glasses that he had taken off to see the woman's form to be clear.

"Eh, when viewed from the body like Jasmine the little girl. I was samperin only once, huh?" Gibran also walked up to Jasmine who was still cool playing swings under the banyan tree.

Damn it or indeed the windfall, as Gibran stepped almost close to Jasmine. Gibran instead pushed Jasmine's swing from the front so that Gibran fell down with a bruised forehead because when he fell down, the tip of the swing from the wood hit his forehead.

Jasmine who felt her swing being blocked by something behind reflex turned her head back but unfortunately she did not see anyone there. Jasmine turned her head to the right and to the left but it was the same that there was no one other than her.

"Feelings hit something but there's nobody here, huh? Is it just my feelings?" Jasmine could say that because she did not see Gibran. Besides Gibran also did not make a sound when his forehead hit the angle of the swing so understand that Jasmine did not see Gibran who was sitting while rubbing his forehead.

Patience Gibran patient, do not be angry or later lost his handsome. Gibran took a deep breath and held back his emotions from exploding like the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs and started the third world war on his own. Gibran saw Jasmine who was about to swing her swing back and Gibran quickly rolled to the left so as not to hit the swing again.

"Jasmine." Jasmine." Gibran called out to Jasmine in a loud voice for the girl to hear him. And sure enough, after Gibran called Jasmine's name the girl turned her head and smiled at him. Jasmine got off the swing and walked over to Gibran who was still sitting on the grass.

"Mr Gibran, since when are you here? Let me help you stand up!" Jasmine asked as she stretched out her hand to help Gibran stand up and hold her. Jasmine invites Gibran to sit on one of the hospital's garden chairs.

"Since then, have you not seen me behind you? Look at this my forehead is bruised!" Gibran showed a bruise on his forehead that was turning blue.

(Don't be confused if the language is changing the reader's, because the author adjusts the situation.)

"I don't see, Sir. That sir behind me isn't in front." Jasmine watches the wound on Gibran's forehead closely, there is a sudden sense of guilt present after Jasmine finds out the cause of Gibran's injury.

Jasmine approached Gibran and Jasmine's hand grabbed Gibran's head to get closer to him and the cup ... Jasmine gave a long kiss on Gibran's bruised forehead. Jasmine's actions certainly made Gibran so shocked that Gibran widened his eyes.

"What are you doing?" gibran asked after Jasmine turned her lips away from Gibran's forehead.

"Kissing your wounds to heal quickly, usually if the pain is kissed continues to heal, sir," said Jasmine with great confidence.

"But I'm not Dilan who asks to be kissed as a girl" Gibran replied as he looked into Jasmine's beautiful eyes.

"You are not Dilan but Gibran, sir." Jasmine pinched Gibran's nose with an anxious feeling in her heart.

"You've started to be brave just like me?" Gibran held Jasmine's hand so that the girl would not stay away from him. Gibran leaned his body toward Jasmine and placed his mouth close to Jasmine's ear.

"My possession you're making hurts isn't just the forehead, Jasmine. My bird is also you make it hurt with your kick, how do you want to handle it?" whispered Gibran with a voice that was hoarsely seductive. This kind of position made Jasmine's body tremble strangely as her ears felt a warm gust of Gibran's breath.

"Don't be crazy, sir. I was on purpose" Jasmine said without the slightest bit of guilt. He pushed Gibran's chest away from his body, could explode Jasmine's heart if later adjacent to the ceo.

"Don't be crazy dong, don't be crazy dong! You got caught lying. Don't be crazy, don't be crazy dong! You've been caught lying." Gibran who heard Jasmine reflex sings with his thumb swaying to the right and to the left.

Destroyed was already carrying a ceo in front of the beautiful and sexy girl in front of him.

"Jasmine, so were you deliberately kicking my bird?" ask Gibran to switch the conversation. Gibran's gaze had already drawn sharply at Jasmine's beautiful eyes.

"Yes, Sir. I'm upset with you, sir. Your mind keeps perverted when you see me." Jasmine said the truthful reason. He looked Gibran in the eye so Gibran wouldn't think he was lying.

"Oh, I'll give you the punishment for making mine sick. What if I can't have children because of you, do you want to take responsibility?" Gibran looked at Jasmine seriously, a chill suddenly seething between them.

"Obviously no child, no wife, no sir?" jasmine asked as she squeezed the end of the dress she was wearing.

"What if you're my wife?" Gibran raised his eyebrows while smiling at Jasmine the jasmine flower.

"Thank you for the offer. But I'm not interested." Jasmine rubbed Gibran's cheeks and kissed him, not knowing where she had gotten her courage.

Because of being annoyed with Jasmine who always kissed him without excuse. Gibran finally restrained the nape of Jasmine's neck then he buried his lips on Jasmine's lips, Gibran bit Jasmine's lips so that her mouth was open and Gibran could freely touch any part of Jasmine's mouth.

Jasmine repeatedly hit Gibran's chest but everything was useless because Gibran's power was much stronger than her. Brought up finally Jasmine instead returned a kiss Gibran warmly, no lustful napsu in it.

They took off their lips as their breath was almost gone. Gibran smiled cynically at the sign he was satisfied with the kiss.

"Do you want to repeat it?" asked Gibran to embrace Jasmine's shoulder so that their position was very intimate.

"No, ogah I kiss you again, sir." Jasmine shook her head to the right and to the left quickly, her cheeks already reddened withstanding the embarrassment from her actions earlier.

"Haha, are you ashamed?" Gibran menoel-noel left cheek Jasmine with his left hand, making Jasmine's face more reddened by it.

"Don't be naughty dong, sir. I'll send it to my friend!" threatening Jasmine who even made Gibran laugh broke out instantly.

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