The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Qin Xiaomeng was a little worried as they were childhood friends and friends. Cheng Zixiu preceded her and said, "I'll ask someone to take him back."

Then he took out his cell phone to make a call, took Qin Xiaomeng into the car, closed the door for her, and turned back.

"Han Qianyi."

He said: "Qin Xiaomeng treats you as a good friend. She has a single mind and doesn't know how to turn around."

The night wind was very cold, bone-chilling, and Han Qianyi's fingertips in his pocket were cold: "I know."

Therefore, he did not dare to tell her.

He was afraid that he wouldn't even be friends with her.

The corners of his clothes were blown up, and Han Qian kept looking into Cheng Zixiu's eyes: "I really envy you."

Very envious, envious jealousy.

"I also envy myself." Cheng Zixiu said without any humility, "I envy myself that I can have her."

Han Qianyi: "..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, this man was so damaged.

Specially aimed at poking people's hearts.

***

On the other side, Liu Zhenzhen, who was rudely slapped back by Su Mucheng, still looks extremely ugly.

She sat in front of the computer and looked through Su Mucheng's past traces.

After throwing the mouse away, she snorted disdainfully: "Isn't she just a woman who knows a little bit about designing, and who has risen rapidly in the entertainment industry with the help of Mr. Mo?"

What qualifications do you have to stand up to her?

Liu Zhenzhen took out her cell phone and called Zhou Qingqing: "That Su Mucheng, I have the confidence to suppress her."

It is impossible for someone who has been retired for more than a year to compare with her popularity and traffic.

Zhou Qingqing had just returned home and walked to the entrance. When she heard this, she suddenly narrowed her eyes, raised the corners of her lips, and said, "Of course, with your background, you can definitely crush her."

One one one

The silence of the night always makes people unable to help themselves.

"His one"

In the quiet bedroom, there was the sound of men breaking.

It's very heavy, yet sexy and sensual.

After the last sound, which sounded like a low and depressed sound, Jiang Ze opened his eyes.

The corners of his eyes were dark red, even on his face.

It took a second to react - one by one

"Hold!"

He cursed softly, turned on the light with his left hand, lowered his head, and saw stained marks on the sheets.

It's also stained in the palm of my hand.

Jiang Ze gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in despair, like this again!

It’s a fucking dream again!

One by one in the dream

On the hotel sofa, he pressed Hang Ti down and kissed her face, eyebrows, lips, neck, all the way down...

Jiang Ze walked to the bathroom to clean his bare feet and saw the flush in his eyes that had not faded.

Finally he couldn't help but cursed: "Jiang Ze, you are such a fucking beast!"

Even in a dream it can be compared to reality, so, do you want to press down Sister Xiaosha?

He suddenly turned on the faucet again, splashed water on his face, walked to the bed, took off the sheets again, took them off and threw them away.

"Jiang Ze?"

In the living room, Old Man Jiang was sitting on the sofa, his face was cold and serious, and he was still wearing a coat, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"It's so late at night, why are you sitting here if you don't want to sleep?" Jiang Ze was in a bad mood. It was only around two o'clock in the morning, so he probably wouldn't be able to sleep again tonight.

Old Man Jiang stopped him: "What did you do just now?"

"Throw out the trash."

"Throw out the trash?" Old Man Jiang said with a look that saw everything through: "The sheets are wet again, right?"

Jiang Ze: "..."

I'm even more annoyed, I want to hit someone, my fists are itchy.

"Jiang Ze." Seeing his irritable look, Old Jiang sighed melancholy, walked up to him, and persuaded him earnestly: "If we are sick, we will treat him. It will not be a problem if we continue like this."

"What disease?" He frowned, confused.

"Prostate!" Old Man Jiang said as if he didn't want to hide anything from me: "I saw it all! You took the sheets out and threw them away again!"

He was very anxious: "Tell yourself, how many times has this happened recently?"

"To tell you the truth, I stayed up late at night just to catch you!"

Old Man Jiang decided that he must take care of the problems of his old son, and said in a tone that could not be criticized: "Tomorrow, you and I will go to see the prostate!"

Jiang Ze: “…………”

He looked ugly: "I'm not sick, it's up to you to see for yourself."

After saying that, he was about to go upstairs. This old man was so busy every day that his balls ached.

How could old man Jiang, who had made up his mind to treat his son, just let Jiang Ze deal with it? He immediately grabbed his hand and blocked his way with his old body. He said seriously: "Stop sophistry! I It’s your dad! There’s no shame in being sick!”

Jiang Ze: "..."

He looked at the old man in front of him who insisted that he was sick, and was so angry that he wanted to laugh: "Then what do you think is wrong with me?"

"Didn't you just say that?" Old Man Jiang reminded again seriously: "Prostate!"

He looked down at Jiang Ze seriously: "You always wet the bed! This is not okay!"

"What if I get married early and it doesn't last?"

Jiang Ze: "..."

A mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat and almost sent him away.

God is not durable!

He almost suppressed his anger and squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "I'm going to fucking last!"

It was just a dream for him, and it only came out every few hours. How could it last?