The Anarchic Consort

All night, Helen Weiwei didn't know how many times he was done.

It was as if the sky was bright, and he kissed her ankle and untied her hand.

He just hit her in the bathroom and the shirt hanging on her was always out of the way.

He treated her with care, as if she was a porcelain doll. Of course, except for the bed, the squatting of a temple is soft. Most of the time, when he looks at her, he is always gentle. It is a demon who kills people without seeing blood.

The water temperature was very comfortable on the body, and Helen Weiwei didn't blink, so it moved.

Baili Jiajue looked down at her and reached out and grabbed her restless long legs. She glared at her, so she gently held her with one hand, and licked her for one hand, kissed her with a smile. Forehead.

After washing, he took out a white bath towel to wrap the person, and then he again took Helen Weiwei into his arms.

He wants to raise her.

It doesn't matter what form she is.

But because she is her.

However, the old men of Heaven are still as mouthful as before.

This is really very unpleasant.

After the sigh of the singer, the scorpion smashed the shackles and placed Helenweiwei on the bed, and called a messenger, and the black feathers fell.

That is a letter, a letter to the old man.

The content of the letter is very simple, just a word.

"If you see the phoenix next time, or if you still have so many mouths, the spirit of the temple will be broken."

The careless handwriting, like its owner, looks elegant and actually overbearing.

When the old man received the letter, he still chose his red line and saw the magic messenger appear. He began to have a very ominous premonition. After seeing the above handwriting, he decided to take a short time. Don't go back to the old temple inside, he is afraid that a big devil will really find a door to come to the sea to flatten him.

In this way, the old temple was empty on the same day, and he was able to escape from the speed of the old man.

The night faded and the morning light came in from the window.

Helian Weiwei was hungry. She smelled the smell of chopped green onion and soaked it in the air. It was a very wonderful fermentation. It was really incredible.

Helen Weiwei sat down with a blanket and went out without fully awake.

In the open, spacious kitchen, the man is porridge, and he still has a book in his hand, which reads several characters "Twelve Breakfast Flavors."

Probably aware that Helen Weiwei came over, he turned the fire to the lowest level, and then turned back to look behind the people behind him.

Helen Weiwei’s eyes are still squatting. Obviously, she didn’t sleep enough. The thick eyelashes swept a circle of light, lazy like a cat.

Looking at such a Helen Vivi, the eyes of Bai Lijiajue softened and walked toward her, then picked up the person and placed it in her arms, gently stroking her hair with her fingers, right The hair on her head kissed her: "Sleep for a while? Um?"

Except for Helen Weiwei, one of His Highness has never been so patient with anyone.

The demons hidden outside the villa were relieved.

After all, the atmosphere of the master, they are clear.

Last night, when Wang Hao said that they were separated, they were really afraid that the owner was unhappy, shattered them into powder, and then destroyed the villa by hand.

Fortunately, Wang Hao and his master are well, don't say it is dangerous. Even the roses outside the villa are brighter than usual.

Helen Weiwei noticed that someone wanted to kiss her, and she didn't blink. The smell of good smell was too familiar.

She held the man's waist, lazy: "I want to brush my teeth, but I don't want to move."

It is also obvious that a certain temple will help her brush.

The Baili Jiajue smiled low and hugged the person.

The bathroom was very spacious. Helen Weiwei was very embarrassed at this time. Some of her high school threw her on the toilet lid. She sat on the toilet seat and yawned constantly. The two slender legs were very long. It looks good, that is, the head is still pulling, holding a toothbrush in one hand, and brushing the teeth without consciousness.

The toothpaste on the toothbrush is also a temple to help her squeeze, the original Baili Jiajue just want to see what this person can rely on.

Unexpectedly, she was sitting there and couldn’t get up, and the hair on her head was still a few.

That look makes people look a little bit dumbfounding.

In the end, Bai Lijiajue still couldn’t see it. He leaned in his arms and fed her water and let her pout.

Helian Weiwei did cooperate. After brushing the teeth, he was also awake. He smiled at a certain temple in the mirror and washed his face in a random way: "Let's go eat."

A high priest sighed and pulled her face in one hand, gently raising her chin, wiping the water on her face with a white towel, and then whispering the opening: "If not Because you look good, I really want to wash your face again according to your face, my respected master, your face washing posture is not very beautiful."

"Don't care about these details." Helen Weiwei leaned over to the tiptoe and kissed the Baili Jiajue: "And, you are also very good looking."

Group demon:...

This is really a couple of narcissism with no lower limit!

But to be honest, the phoenix of Buddhism, the emperor of Heaven, is originally famous for its appearance.

Only the former is too bright, always giving people a feeling that is not like a good person.

The latter, even if it is now a demon, is still beautiful and clean, and people can't move away from the dawn.

Helian Weiwei was too hot, set a white T-shirt, wearing sports hot pants below, just sitting at the table, and by the way, she tied her long hair, holding the bowl with both hands, rounded up. Eyes, a pair of scorpions followed the figure of Bai Lijiajue. Where did he go, she saw what, just wait for the meal?

Bai Lijiajue always likes to feed Helen Weiwei. Now she looks like her, and she can't help but want to put people into her arms.

He did just do it, holding a white porcelain plate in one hand and pressing Helen Weiwei on his chest in one hand. His voice was low: "My master, you can easily want someone to take you." Eat it, you know?"

"Hey." Helen Weiwei thought he wanted to come again, and he lazyly warned: "It is time to eat, I am starving, you can't abuse me."

Bai Lijiajue laughed and licked her head: "Chinese food, steamed dumplings, and chicken feet, pork ribs, rice porridge, you should like to eat."

“Guangzhou-style morning tea?” Helen Weiwei looked at a small steaming basket with a seductive color, and his eyes could not be seen. It was obviously very happy: “When did you learn to do this?”