Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Ruan Xihe probably thought of this too, avoiding Wen Queyi's eyes with a guilty conscience.

Forget it, ask after Yan Fufeng leaves.

However, after everything came together, it was so coincidental.

The little sister is too popular, and she can deceive a boss of this level if she goes out for a tour. Wen Queyi didn't know what to say for a while...

And looking at the big man's affectionate look, she couldn't sit down anymore, there was a gas field between the two, and outsiders couldn't get in at all.

"Then Ruan Ruan, please entertain Mr. Yan, I'll go there and have a look."

"good."

After Wen Queyi left, Yan Fufeng suddenly looked at Ruan Xihe with a low smile: "I didn't expect my little princess to be so powerful."

Ruan Xihe knew that he was talking about a deep-sea mermaid.

Rin Dong and Changming were also accidental, but when they thought of Miss Ruan Ruan, they seemed normal. After all, the master turned his hands on the gambling table because of clouds and rain. The in and out of hundreds of millions were calm. very.

"Small trouble." She was a little modest.

"Can I invite my beautiful little princess to do a dance?"

"Of course you can." Ruan Xihe smiled and put his hand on his palm.

Yan Fufeng bent down slightly, lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, and held it in his hand. There were a few stairs down the dance floor. Her shoes were high, and he was afraid that she would twist her ankle.

The arc of the champagne-colored skirt was really gentle. The hand he pressed against her waist tightened slightly, turning around and falling into Yan Fufeng’s arms properly. The tacit understanding between the two made People are envious.

He held Ruan Xihe, a 360-degree sliding step, and the beautiful woman was like a champagne rose in full bloom, clinging to him in full glory.

I saw two people dancing this evening, and none of them didn't think they were a good match.

It was very tiring to dance a dance, he took Ruan Xihe to a small balcony to rest.

The wind was a bit biting, and she was wearing a set of rabbit fur shawl, but she was also resistant to the wind.

Ruan Xihe booked a ticket at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, so Yan Fufeng must make it clear here.

"Uncle, I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

He held her hand tightly: "Where?"

"Go out for a tour."

"I will go with you."

"Uncle." She frowned slightly.

"Do you love me?" Yan Fufeng suddenly asked such a question.

"Love."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to come back."

Ruan Xihe's reaction to Yan Fufeng had long been expected.

She stepped forward and hooked his neck, and kissed him on tiptoe.

He understood her thoughts too well, knew what was best for him, and knew how to magnify her guilt.

Yan Fufeng was not polite.

This heat continues until getting in the car and entering the door.

Little Rose is very enthusiastic, and Yan Fufeng is not to be outdone.

He just asked her to say that he loved him over and over again, as if he could persuade himself to let her go and wait for her to come back.

Fingers interlocked.

the next day.

She shivered and stood by the side of the bed.

Yan Fufeng couldn't stand it, so he hugged her to wash.

He did nothing less to serve her in the Australian city, that is, he hadn't seen her for three months and had no handjob.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she was still sitting on the sink, but Yan Fufeng did not hug her directly, but pinched her chin.

This height is just right, and he always liked it before. His waist just reached the position of her lower abdomen.

An incomparable fit.

His toes swayed, his back was cold, but his body was the opposite.

She gritted her teeth a bit, but she was helpless. After all, she was the one who was addicted to male **** and was not seduced by temptation. She was afraid that she would miss the opportunity today.

It's really not that easy to want to go, he has too many methods.

At the last moment when she fainted on the sofa in the cloakroom, she looked at Yan Fufeng's sweaty forehead and wondered, why is he so bad? Happiness really has to pay a price, but don't she will strain her waist muscles at a young age.

When I woke up again, the location changed again.

This time it was in the study room.

She suddenly remembered that in her home in Aocheng, he had changed a room in a quaint style, and the two of them played around in it.

So let the little girl kneel on the concubine couch that was temporarily rested in the study.

The fragrance of tea floated on the table, and the tea made was probably Huafo tea brought by Yan Fufeng. The tea smell was a bit rich.

This is a game that the two of them played in Australia City. They conveyed his meaning, written on rice paper, and when did it end.

However, Yan Fufeng called it, red sleeves add fragrance, splash ink to make tea, it is an art of soul level.

He pressed her back and whispered in her ear, "Ruan Ruan, it's starting."

She almost couldn't hold her knees, she barely supported her when she was held by him, shaking her hands, and writing on the paper with a pen.

"Wrong, I was so heavy at the last moment, your word is missing a bit, not wood, but a skill, it is wrong, how can I punish my little princess, eh?"

She stiffened for a moment, and her fingertips almost couldn't hold the wolf hae dipped in ink.

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