Hi, My Adorable Sweet Wife

Ruan Mengmeng looked at him with a small shoulder shivering: "Difficult, aren't you? You still don't want to cut my clothes."

He bullied him, his thin lips pressed against her ears.

After waiting a long time, she bit her earlobe and whispered, "Fool ..."

As soon as the words fell, she pulled her big hand on the bottom of her dress, but she slammed up.

The outer clothes, the middle sweater, and the small vest inside were all smashed up—belonging to a girl's, thin and soft waist, so exposed to the air.

Ruan Mengmeng just felt a cold around her waist and took a breath.

The next second, Li Jun raised his body and put his big palm against her white porcelain flat waist, thinly capricorning.

"Oh, itchy ... itching ..." The girl's voice was like a cat.

Li Jun's pupils like Mo Moyu flashed into depression.

I didn't know how much restraint was used to resist the desire aroused by her cry.

This ignorant little **** cat didn't understand at all, how difficult it was to control yourself with such a weak and delicate Jiao Yin.

Li Jun frowned, barely calm.

Looking down, with slightly rough fingertips, gently stroked the girl's cute and soft belly-sure enough to see it, perfectly fitting his doubtful clues.

On the girl's white and soft waist, pink little red dots appeared.

Li Junyu raised his eyes and looked at the moist girl lying on the bed.

Coldly: "Meng Meng, you are allergic ..."

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Twenty minutes later, Ruan Mengmeng, who had taken allergy medicine and changed her clothes, sat on the bedroom sofa.

Looking curiously at Ling Bei and Uncle Zhao who searched up and down, left and right in her room, holding a magnifying glass-like device.

Ruan Mengmeng couldn't help but pull the cold face of the man sitting beside him, and said softly, "What are you letting them in?"

She took allergy medicine, and those little red dots retreated, and she was not allergic before, so Ruan Mengmeng didn't care.

However, she does not care, does not mean that someone does not care.

Li Jun Yu's cold eyes fell on the busy backs of Ling Bei and Uncle Zhao.

When she heard the question from the girl, she looked away and rubbed her face.

"You said that you are only allergic to animal fur such as fox fur and mink fur, and you have obviously not been exposed to such things recently, so ... I let them come in and check.

The tyrant is now very unhappy.

This is the second time, because his inexplicable accident has hindered his plan to eat small milk cats.

If you don't find out the source of the allergy to the little cat, who knows if she will have another sudden attack next time, he will be sighed.

"Master, found! Here is one!" Ling Bei held a magnifying glass in his left hand, and from the bed of Ruan Mengmeng in his right hand, picked up a long, thin white fur.

On the other side, Uncle Zhao searching next to the closet also found it.

He also found a white fur on the carpet in front of the closet.

"What animal hair is this?" Li Junyu asked coldly.

Ruan Mengmeng, who was sitting next to him, couldn't be calm anymore. When he saw things in Ling Bei and Uncle Zhao's hands, he felt scalp tingling.

She has deep allergies to these furs.

The person who caused all this is Qin Fang!

Because when she was a child, she dominated her mother's wardrobe and prevented Qin Fang from taking away the expensive fur belonging to her mother.

So Qin Fang took her and showed her those documentaries—to see how the poor little animals had been skinned and made into fur.

From then on, as long as she gets sable hair or fox hair, she will have a rash conditionally.

I also forgot to avoid suspicion.

The trembling young girl jumped into Li Junyu's arms without thinking.

Holding his neck, burying his head in his neck socket, he refused to look up.

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