Pampered Fei Brimming with Cuteness

However, he is still very worried, the love of a man is deeper, and it is not the embarrassment of the years.

The red-faced finger refers to the old, the jun is like a running water. After ten years, when the money is not in the air, perhaps she can understand her own painstaking efforts.

The money blossoms squinting, and the sharp eyes have already seen the thoughts of Qian Zhengkuan.

She stood up impatiently, like comforting her brother, and patted Qian Zhenguan’s shoulder.

"Old man, what are some of the little yellow guys in your heart, YY, don't think I don't know, you think my family is like you, four years, two years, five years, five years, what green stalks, caviar, all Going to the Fuli, don't say it's a side squat, if he dares to give birth to this little bit of thought, I will scream, cut his limbs off, so that he can't lift his hand, can't stretch his legs, can't lift the flag Let him lie completely 'gun'~!"

Qian Duoduo took a paw on his lap and screamed. One hand also picked up the scissors on the dressing table and flew in the air between Qian Zhengkuan’s legs. That way, Don't mention too much.

Qian Zhengkuan’s sweat on his face was so scared that he jumped out of the way, lest she be excited and hurt herself.

Where is this a delicate bride, it is even more than the earthly hooligans!

Wiping the sweat on the head, he suddenly felt a very sad feeling, but not for the sake of money, but for the dragon Mu, after the young tiger, will not live a deep life!

"That child, since you are so confident, you don't have much to say anything, you are ready to prepare yourself, and the king's team is coming soon."

After that, Qian Zhengkuan was like being chased by a ghost. The soles of his feet were smeared and turned and turned out of the room.

Money blossomed and snorted, blowing the air against the scissors on his hand.

With this little bit of courage, dare to compare with fourteen?

She has no money to spend, but her self-confidence is very good.

As long as she makes the fourteen soft-shrimp, even if the knife is on his brother, he can't lift it!

(The brain is clear: the knife is on the brothers, can you lift it up? That is extremely powerful! Doo: You are jealous, who tells you the truth!)

——Duoer dividing line——

Outside the Wangfu House, the four generals have long been waiting, like the four gods, and the guards are at the gate of the palace.

Long Muzhen has changed the groom's dress. It is a deep red robes made of fine silk silk. The cuffs are embroidered with a deep purple tulip.

As soon as he went out, he pulled the old high hand and shook his head: "Old high, how do you look at this dress of the king? Isn’t it handsome, and Do you like it? This is the first time that this king is wearing a prostitute. Don't say it, it's more exciting than killing the enemy on the battlefield!"

Lao Gao carefully looked at Long Muzhen, and screamed twice, and said: "Fourteen, he still feels that you are more handsome in the silver-white shirt on the battlefield. A big knife, an axe, a blood on his face, a gust of wind whistling, the blue silk is messy, the smell is sweaty, then it is masculine!"

"Rolling ~ this king is a wife, not on the battlefield, there is no mood, no wonder your boss is not small, or a bachelor, Duo is definitely representative of the majority of female compatriots, not waiting to see you!"

The old man cried, the glass broke his heart, turned and grabbed a horse, and he sobbed with his horse's ass.