Slag Girl Illustrated Book

These words may be a bit irritating to Yan Fufeng.

I was a little bit happy this night.

"No more." She cried so that her little nose was red.

Why is his stamina so good? Ruan Xi and his waist are about to be broken. She is not the one who is obviously moving, so how can he be like her is the one who works hard.

He breathed heavily: "I'll be fine soon." He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth affectionately. The softness on the top, the fierceness underneath.

She burst into tears and hugged his neck tremblingly: "I can't bear it."

Yan Fufeng's point was so good that it would be an hour later.

Ruan Xihe was angry and kicked him.

A stinky man in one mouthful.

Then I was taught, the little strawberry drove up all the way from the instep.

Huh, huh...

Moro culture

"Where did you go to play these days?" Sun Minzhen came over and sat beside Ruan Xihe.

"My friend got married and went back to the Shanghai stock market."

"The Shanghai stock market is fun, I haven't been to it yet."

"It's fun, you can go to the Shanghai stock market to play with me in the future." She said casually.

"Are you going to the Shanghai Stock Exchange to develop in the future?" Sun Minzhen was a little strange.

"Um, what I mean is that you can go to the Shanghai stock market together as a company." Ruan Xihe knew that he had said something wrong, and immediately changed his words.

"Hahaha, that's okay. Seeing that the annual holiday will be on for a long time, let's go together at that time."

"good."

get off work.

Just after eating, Yan Fufeng dragged her upstairs.

Did not go to the master bedroom.

It's a room next door. Last time, she mentioned that if the layout of this room is made into a classical Chinese style, it will look great.

The moment the door opened was really amazing.

Inside, there is a purple-red veil, with candles burning, and the ancient meaning is lingering, as if it has really passed through.

The colorful glazed porcelain vase with gold tracing, the pillars of golden nanmu, the bead curtains inlaid with gems, the wood-carved landscape painting screens, and the precious calligraphy and paintings of literati and inscribed on the walls.

The incense in this room is very weak, but very comfortable.

Even the invisible and intangible things like artistic conception seem to be embellished.

"Wow, uncle, when will you get it done?"

"If you go to work during the day, I will have someone change it."

"It would be nice if there were ancient costumes." She felt a little regretful.

"have."

Yan Fufeng was really prepared.

He closed the door and led Ruan Xihe in. There were two sets of clothes on the huanghuali wood canopy bed.

"Shall we put it on?" Ruan Xihe raised his eyebrows.

"good."

The two changed clothes after going to the screen tacitly.

Because Yan Fufeng has short hair, he looks a bit modern, but when Ruan Xihe came out from behind the screen, he breathed and his eyes were full of surprise.

This dress is a bit like a combination of Hanfu and Tang suits. The collarbone and jade shoulders are looming. The large hem is embroidered with pink patterns, and the arms are stretched around the length of the smoke and purple light silk. The skirt is pleats like a snowy moon. Guanghua flows lightly to the ground, more than three feet away.

The waist is tied, the chest is bulging, the waist is sprayed, and it is unbearable to grasp.

The ink is scattered behind the back.

Her temperament seemed to have changed, and the tenderness and shyness seemed to melt in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

When she walked to Yan Fufeng, she leaned forward: "The little girl Ruan Ruan has seen the son."

Yan Fufeng's throat tightened.

He stepped forward.

Ruan Xihe suddenly stepped back, with a flustered expression on his face, his teeth bit his lower lip, and gave Yan Fufeng a shy look: "Master, what are you going to do?"

For a moment he really felt that he was the prodigal son.

However, being inexplicably seduced by her in this way, I wanted to do something to her.

Yan Fufeng stepped forward and hugged her firmly.

"How come the son is so sloppy." With both hands against his chest, he beat it twice, the intensity equal to scratching.

"Only to the girl Meng Lang." When he said this, the two breathed very close.

"The son has a wife in his family, and the little girl only wishes to have one pair of people for the rest of her life, and the son does not want to do that."

Ruan Xihe began to add drama.

Yan Fufeng laughed angrily. He directly picked up a certain little drama, threw it on the bed, held it up, and gritted his teeth in her ears: "I've always been you, so how come your wife and concubine? It seems that it's not enough for your husband to love your wife. ."

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