80s: Little Sweet Wife

Yan Mingshun's enthusiasm blocked the brows' doubts, leaning against the wall weakly, holding his lean and strong waist with both hands, his legs were weak, and he could not stand firm.

Yan Mingshun's kiss was like a storm, falling on her lips, eyebrows, eyes, face... to her earlobe, neck...

Flame Mountain still has a burning passion, her eyebrows are about to melt, she can't think...

The waiter in the teahouse came happily with a teapot. It was the owner's distinguished guest. He had to live to receive it, but—

Only when he got to the door, the guy stopped. He was not a sloppy boy who didn't open his mouth. When he heard the ambiguous movement in the house, he knew what was going on.

The guy stopped knowingly, pricked up his ears and listened for a while, secretly sighing.

Tsk tsk, this movement is really big enough, you won't do business like this, right?

However, the boss's VIP likes to be very unique. He is obviously talented, but he likes a young man who is not lost. He could see clearly just now that the VIP was pulling the building to a 14-year-old boy.

I've heard that the boys and buddies in that circle are tired of playing with women, and it's popular to play with little girls. It seems that these rumors are actually true!

Sure enough, the richer people are, the more they can't think about it. Don't go on a good water road, but if you want to go on a dry road, how can't you think about it!

The man shook downstairs, but saw that the boss had arrived, and greeted him diligently.

"Where are the others?" Brother Cheng asked, pointing to the jeep in the yard.

The man pointed to the building and said in a low voice, "Boss, don't go there yet. The distinguished guest brought a servant to the house to do errands. You can go later."

Brother Cheng raised his eyebrows, little maid?

When did Yan Mingshun have this hobby?

In the private room, Yan Mingshun hugged her soft and weak eyebrows and rested her chin on her shoulder. Neither of them spoke, enjoying the rare silence.

Yan Mingshun finally calmed down his restless heart, sighed faintly, his voice was a little hoarse, "Brows will grow up soon!"

Of course Meimei understood the meaning of this sentence. She felt Yan Mingshun's physiological reaction just now, and she also felt very annoyed.

Why not let her be reborn to twenty years old?

It's sixteen years old!

Now this small body has many restrictions on even making out with her boyfriend. Meimei lowered her head and looked at her slightly raised front. Yesterday, she laughed at bleakness. In fact, she herself can't be stronger. Be stronger.

"I didn't grow up and you still kissed me happily!"

Yan Mingshun gave Yan Mingshun a white brow~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now I despise her for being young, and I didn't have a good time just now!

Yan Mingshun likes to see the little girl's angry appearance. She is so cute and beautiful, and never gets tired of seeing it. He stretched out his hand and flicked the girl's fleshy nose, raised his eyebrows, sat down, and didn't want to let go, hugged him like that. write.

In a few days, he will go to the training base, he is really reluctant!

"Green peaches have the taste of green peaches, and of course they taste better when they are ripe!"

Yan Mingshun suddenly remembered what Ouyang Bin said at the meeting that day and blurted out.

Meimei blinked, and it took a long while to understand. She was embarrassed and annoyed. She threw herself at Yan Mingshun and bit her. Yan Mingshun didn't avoid it.

After making trouble for a long time, the hat on the brows fell off, the blue silk was scattered, and he brushed his face.

Yan Mingshun took care of her and asked with a smile, "Do you want to beg for food when Meimei is dressed like this?"