Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Putting her on the bed, Cheng Jia pressed it up, hot and dense kisses left a bunch of strawberries on her skin, and the fingers that went into the tunnel happily played music inside.

"Ah..." Ling Qingyu yelled out without realizing it, and the **** below made her tremble unconsciously.

"Say it, Qingyu, say it, what do you want?" Following the curve, Cheng Jia pulled out his finger, changed the dexterous and soft tongue and stuck it in.

"Ah...Jia...come in...come in..." The stimulus brought by the tongue was several times higher than that of the fingers, causing Ling Qingyu to arch his body unknowingly, crying in his voice.

The hot meaty stick filled the body directly to the top, and when she twitched, the crisp and numb waves of indescribable joy poured in, making her moan* louder.

After Cheng Jia’s body was taken up by the ice jade bed, a light red mark was left on the cut-off place. The mark was in her peripheral light, and a layer of light red was formed because of his intense movement. Light waves are average.

Ling Qingyu hugged his waist, and in a wave of intense orgasms, when his consciousness was about to be captured, he thought, thank God, let him live, let them all live...

Seeing her blurred gaze, Cheng Jia raised her waist, so that his body and her body fit closely together without a trace of space. While kissing her neck, he said: "Qingyu, I love you love you……"

After venting a few times, Cheng Jia lost his strength. The bottom was still strong, but his body fell softly on Ling Qingyu's body, stroking the bright red cornel, panting lightly, Cheng Jia thought with a little annoyance. , I still have to exercise as soon as the people here say, or else, it’s too bad!

"Jia!" Hugging him with both hands, looking at the small eyes in his eyes, Ling Qingyu smiled and said: "Today will be long, today, let the slaves go~" Cheng Jia's body is not as strong as others. Too much venting is very bad for him. While there, Alan reminded her that with Cheng Jia, he must not let him go too far.

However, at that time she didn't care too much. Even though every time he had an intercourse, it was as intense as the last time, but she didn't feel the determination behind him, so that she let him go that way...

A kiss was printed on her lips, Cheng Jia kept the posture on her body, and said, "Don't worry, I know how to count." He said and laughed, when Ling Qingyu's questioning eyes came over, he laughed. "I still remember all the medicated diets that Alan prescribed for me. I just don’t know if the name of the medicine is correct. I will grab some medicines and eat them again tomorrow." Alan’s medicated diets are absolutely useful, making him so weak at the time. If it’s not that writing about the national policy is too painful, and every time he gets rid of him, he’s done too much so that his essence is not solid. Later, he is determined to die and even more carelessly ask her, as long as In another year, his body will be fully restored.

Ling Qingyu's eyes were filled with nostalgia. Alan, the friend who had been with her for so many years, didn't know how she was doing there...

"Don't miss others in my arms!" Cheng Jia squeezed her nose and smiled: "Alan won't work either!"

Feeling the appearance of a cocked head underneath, Ling Qingyu turned over and pushed him off his body, hugged him sideways, and at the same time let the restless guy slip out and said: "Don't move, let's talk."

"Aren't you tired?" Cheng Jia smiled and helped her up, and said: "First wash."

The water poured down, leaving behind crystal drops of water on Cheng Jia's body, making the traces on his white jade-like skin that were caught by her more eye-catching, and bringing a heart-pounding **** appeal.

Ling Qingyu stroked his back with his hand and said, "Jia, don't be too tired, we have enough money."

Cheng Jia patted her hand, raised her head to let the water pour down directly from her head, and smiled: "Don't treat your man as paper, it's just these little things that won't tire me." Calligraphy and painting are for him to cultivate health Yes, rather than writing a national policy, to deal with such a complicated situation in Beijing, to think about the situation and ways of dealing with it years later, for him, these real estate garden designs are just fun to him.

"Speaking of," Cheng Jia washed her hair, turned around and hugged Ling Qingyu, and asked, "It's not that your mother is coming back soon. How are you going to introduce us?"

Ling Qingyu's face suddenly became bitter. Even if he was an ostrich, he couldn't forget the day after tomorrow. No, it's the day after tomorrow, and his mother will come back.

According to her heart, she naturally told her mother honestly.

But, with these twelve people, tell my mother, Mom, this is all your son-in-law! It is estimated that the old lady passed out directly...

Cheng Jia smiled, rubbed her body for her, turned off the water, gave her a pack of bath towels, and wiped her body by herself and said: "Don't worry, just take your time."

"Tomorrow, you come home with me." After wiping off the water stains on his body, Ling Qingyu walked out of the bathroom a few steps, lay on the bed, and said: "My mother, but the best mother in this world!"

Ling Qingyu's own apartment was not far from the villa. After breakfast in the morning, a large group of mighty crowds rushed to Jinghua Apartment.

Jinghua Apartment is considered a high-end community. The housing prices are higher than those in the surrounding areas. The community property security is also very good. Ling Qingyu's house was bought by mortgage with money he earned before marriage. It was bought earlier, and now it is also up at the market price. Ten million, fortunately, it was the pre-marital property, which Shu Qifan couldn't make even if he wanted to.

The area of ​​the three-bedroom and two-living house is about 150 square meters. The inside is clean and tidy, but because there has been no one for almost a month, a layer of dust has accumulated. After Soum entered the house, he took off his shoes and went Looking for a mop and rag to clean the house, Ying 13 and Ying Jiu brought the food they bought in the morning into the kitchen.

There are many photos hung in the living room, and the electronic photo frames on the cupboard are flashing those voices and smiles.

Pointing to the picture of an elderly couple smiling happily in front of a foreign landscape hanging in the middle, Cheng Jia asked, "Your parents?"

Ling Qingyu nodded, walked to the door of the master bedroom, pushed the door open, opened the window, looked at the flower pot on the window sill, unknowingly patted his head, and said, "It's over, I forgot to water my mother!"

Yansan and Yang Zhao followed her into the master bedroom. The moment they entered, their heads were blinded. This is the best and cutest mother in Ling Qingyu’s mouth, who is 68 years old. Old lady's bedroom?

The wallpaper on the wall is big and big flowers, the gorgeous European-style bed is piled up with various and cute pillows, and the airy closet opened by Ling Qingyu is full of brightly colored clothes, cute dressing table, grace There is a Kate cat cushion on the luxurious chaise longue, and on a huge picture hanging on the bedside, an elegant and beautiful woman in a cheongsam is looking at them with a gentle smile.

"My mom! Isn't it pretty?" With pride and joy, Ling Qingyu looked at the photo with the dying flower, and said, "My mother was a school girl back then, and the first beauty in their school. According to my dad, Fei It took a lot of effort to catch up with my mother."

"You look like your father?" Zhao Yinfeng just asked, when He Li knocked out the door with an elbow.

"My dad!" Ling Qingyu pointed to a photo next to the huge picture. The person in the photo was young and handsome, with slightly curved eyebrows and a warm smile looking at everyone.

Zhao Yinfeng, who came in again, blurted out unconsciously: "So this is genetic mutation!"

Was beaten out.

Ying Jiu stammered and said, "I think the master is more beautiful than your mother." After that, she flushed her cheeks, turned and swept towards the kitchen to help Ying XIII, and Zhao Yinfeng, who was just getting up, passed by. Forget to step on him.

"Cut!" Ling Qingyu snorted, and said to a group of men who wanted to comfort her: "A woman sees the inside! No matter how beautiful the face is, it will grow old. Only the beauty of the soul will never fade!" , Then said: "However, my mother is an exception... She coexists externally and internally!"

Two days later, the men all understood this sentence, but at this time, they still don’t know what this means...