Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 368 What is he going to do?

"Well, I am too old, then let me go, I am going! You are looking for wrinkles, young and beautiful."

She struggled, cold and entangled her tightly: "My wife is the youngest and most beautiful.

"I am old and wrinkled."

"It's not! It's my old eyes dim, I'm wrong." Leng Yuhuang secretly wiped the cold sweat, how he always forgets that this girl's face is more important than life.

She can despise her IQ and not smash her beauty.

"You are getting out, don't touch me! Where is your hand?? Take it for me!"

The more she struggled, the tighter he hugged, the one-on-two, the friction and the heat, and the cold fire that smashed the small flames for a few days.

Lin Xiaomi soon felt the change of his body, and his waist was touched by something. She was pretty and red, and looked at him with anger and anger. "Let's hang on, you let me go!"

Who is the fool at this time?

When she was cold, she kissed her and covered her red lips: "Wife, let go of you at this time, it will be bad. You will have no **** in the future."

"Bastard, I haven't forgiven you yet..." she said vaguely, and he was kissed again.

"Wife, don't be angry, I really know it is wrong." He admits his mistake and screams, but his movements are unambiguous.

After three or two times, she was stripped out of her clothes.

Lin Xiaomi struggled to resist, but he was more sensitive to her than she was, and she let her soften down in three or two.

The cold and beautiful rushed up, the wife is really delicious.

The so-called bedside fights at the end of the bed, the couple's life is full, and any problems can be solved slowly.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been cold, and now I’m finally in my bedroom, and I’m letting go of it.

Lin Xiaomi was not tired of moving his fingers, and a beautiful face was full of tears after crying.

The red lips were so red and swollen that he was still complaining from time to time: "Bastard! Big liar!"

No matter what she is, cold and brilliant all enrolled.

The inferiority of a man can be fooled under the bed, but the bed must have absolute initiative.

The sweat on his body is sticky, and Lin Xiaomi is uncomfortable. He wants to take a bath, but his body is sore.

Looking at a stinky man with a slap in the face, the eyes can't wait to smash him.

Leng Xiaohuang smiled and scraped the past, kissed her face on her face: "Wife, I am not angry, my husband is holding you to take a shower."

"What do you want to do today, my husband is waiting." He huddled her and walked into the bathroom: "I don't want to worry? My husband is waiting for you."

Pooh!

Lin Xiaomi hit him with a punch, and he was as shameless as anyone.

She didn't want him to wait!

Comfortably took a shower, he really waited for the whole process, a pair of strong and powerful hands to give her a massage.

It was very comfortable, and Lin Xiaomi almost screamed out comfortably.

When she was put back on the bed again, she looked at it and the sky was dark outside. The stomach was empty and a little hungry.

"Wife wife, what else is there?" Leng Yanhuang smiled lying on her side, fingers playing with her long hair, and from time to time stealing incense on her lips.

Lin Xiaomi is annoyed by him, but it is all like this. If you say something and it seems to be sensational, it is better to take advantage of this opportunity and enslave him.

"I'm hungry."

"Well, I will go to dinner for you."

"I want to eat what you personally do."

Leng Yuhuang is willing to serve her, just...

"Wife, husband is very willing to cook for you, then ... noodles and fried rice, you choose one." He will only do both.

Lin Xiaomi turned his eyes: "Every kind!"

"Follow the fate." Leng Yuhuang leaned over her face and kissed hard. Lin Xiaomi looked at him with annoyance, annoying, moving, and his face was swollen.

She was annoyed and rubbed at the place he kissed.

Leng Yanhuang brows a pick and kisses.

She was just about to raise her hand, and he threatened to scrape it again, as if she dared to wipe it off, and he wanted to kiss again.

Lin Xiaomi annoyed him, his little hand pushed on him: "You still don't go, want to starve me."

Leng Yuhuang looked at her with a big eye: "With such a big crime, go immediately."

Speaking, she slammed her lips and turned away from the room.

Lin Xiaomi turned a blank eye at his back.

The heart is obviously annoying him, but there is always a feeling of powerlessness, that is, he can't bear to be nervous for too long.

I stayed in the apartment of Wen Xiaoxiao in the past few days. She said that she would not forgive him, but she couldn’t help but feel worried about him.

Especially when he said that he couldn't eat.

Although she knew that he was deliberately saying that she was distressed, she couldn't help but worry.

He is so picky and his body is not good.

He said that he was really poisoned, but not as deep as poisoning, she believed.

He can be faked in a coma, but his pale face can't be faked.

Every night, she couldn't sleep, and no one hugged her in her arms. She was frozen in the middle of the night.

Lin Xiaomi sighed helplessly, forget it, forgive him, he should know the wrong, and she will have time to ask him.

After a little half an hour, Leng Yuhuang walked in with the plate.

Lin Xiaomi looked at him dissatisfiedly: "How slow is it, are you deliberately starving me?"

Leng Yuhuang blinked and thought how this sounded so familiar.

"Where am I willing, this is not a long time not done, a little rusty."

"Oh, I think you are deliberate, want to starve me, and then find a younger and more beautiful mistress!"

"..." Leng Yuhuang finally remembered why it was so familiar.

It’s really hard to live.

"Wife, eat, my husband feeds you."

Lin Xiaomi leaned on the bed, lazy to enjoy his service, and his heart was dark.

It was really cool to be served, no wonder he squeezed her so happy.

When she ate almost, she saw that the noodles were going to be cold, and she was very sympathetic: "You can eat too."

Leng Yuhuang grinned and smiled at her face: "I still feel bad about my wife."

Lin Xiaomi leaned his head against the bed to see his elegant and charming eating. This man, the old innocence is enough to treat him, no matter when it looks so handsome and compelling.

"Right, Sheng Dong went to see you? What is he looking for?"

Leng Yanhuang looked at her like a smile and finally asked him?

"He said that Wen Xiaoxiao was pregnant with his children."

"If it is true, what should he do?"

Lin Xiaomi asked nervously: "...killed."