Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Oh, brothers and sisters, there is nothing to give when we first meet Uncle Mo. I have a wife who is just young..."

"No, my wife? Is sister Zheng here too?"

Yan Ce also looked confused, the figure of the woman presented on the retina was blurred, as if it had been mosaiced.

"Sister Zheng, hug... Do you still remember the promise made on that day, I like you, always...my ring is always for you, the grass ring ring is rotten, I keep it in the box .”

As soon as the young man's voice fell, he threw off Mo Zhong's supporting hand, and threw himself into the woman's arms, stroking his paws around the woman's waist, burying his face on the soft chest, smelling the pleasant and strange smell, the young man's face left happily Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng right.

"Yan Ce...let go..."

Miss Ling Shi's terrified expression turned even colder in an instant, and there was a frightening grin on the corner of her mouth.

"Sister Zheng, kiss?"

pS: It was updated at 01:30 last night. I went to bed at [-] o'clock, and got up at [-] o'clock to prepare for class. I was in a daze all day. I couldn't bear it today. The author Ji went to bed, good night.

Chapter Two Hundred and Seven

In a dazed state, Yan Ce raised his head, and when he was speaking, he planned to put his mouth on the woman's lips, and hugged her waist tightly with both hands, completely treating her as the supreme ruler far away in the royal court.

In this narrow world, the atmosphere is almost frozen at this moment. Yan Ce seems to be whispering something that no one can understand. The wonderful memory refracted into reality, became a part of his eyes.

Just when he was about to seal his lips that were slightly seductive, a white and strong woman's palm resolutely pinched his chin and tilted it to the other side, causing a trace of coldness to flash in Miss Shi's charming eyes. Smile without saying a word.

As long as a woman wants to, she can crush his throat with an "unsteady" hand at any time.

Now it's just that Miss Lingshi can suppress it with reason. If Yan Ce really intends to continue to provoke her, she may really let Yan Ce experience what it means to be near death.

The more important reason was that Mo Zhong was present, she couldn't directly attack Yan Ce, otherwise——

This one has been on the brink of death a hundred and eighty times.

Yan Ce straddled the woman's lap and enjoyed the hard-earned softness. Since he couldn't kiss him, he lowered his head and buried it in the deep gully of his chest again to wipe the oil. The flushed face began to dawdle again, the smell of wine and aroma mingled together, the warm and humid breath from the young man soaked the fabric on her chest, and the curve was so full that the young man unexpectedly felt satisfied.

After being immersed for about two seconds, the boy turned his head and smiled at Uncle Mo Zhong who was sitting on the desk, and said with a slow and proud tone:

"Siblings, the emperor, aren't you pretty?"

Mo Zhong hiccupped again, holding Yan Ce's half jug of dirty wine, stared at it for a long time, then said with a smile: "My brother and sister have a very good temperament, and they look so pretty when they smile, like the cold moon in the deep winter of the twelfth lunar month."

The young man in a completely drunk state unscrupulously pressed his body tighter, as if declaring his sovereignty, and flaunted: "Big breasts, thin waist, good looks, good looks!"

"That's not necessarily the case. Whether a woman can have a baby depends on her buttocks. Forgive me, if my siblings want to have a safe baby, it depends on Yan's hard work."

A murderous gaze stared at that elegant drunk.

Yan Ce, who was hanging on her body like a koala, suddenly realized and nodded, showing a sunny smile in front of her for the only time.

The boy said, "Let's work hard together."

"..." The woman's body visibly began to tremble, feeling angry.

"The first daughter is Yan Xiaoliang, and the second daughter is Ying Miaomiao."

"you are dreaming……"

"Hey hey, I like..."

Yan Ce seemed to have released all the suppressed desires in his heart, and his misty eyes revealed extremely complicated expressions.

"Hey!"

Mo Zhong, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines, didn't think the matter was too big to make a fuss. He clapped his hands rhythmically and shouted: "Promise him, slap! Promise him, slap! Promise him, slap!!!"

the next moment.

A beautiful woman in a blue blouse and a skirt, with a frosty air-conditioner that is not inferior to Miss Lingshi, paced slowly, looking for voices, and found her "reliable" husband.

There was a bloody smile on the corner of Yan Qing's mouth, it seemed that because she came to the school in a hurry, her hair was soaked in sweat and a little wet.

When she saw a young man hugging a woman, and her lovely Mo family virtuous made a fuss, this cruel smile became even more touching.

My old lady is waiting for your news at home, my daughter has been shut up all afternoon, you f*ck out drinking and making noises, I f*ck... I am a lady, how can I utter obscene language?If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't wait, I would rush to the school to take a look, and I still don't know the glorious deeds of my husband.

School public canteen.

"Ce, this structure is unstable, it needs to be thinner, yes, the angle is bent, and the difficulty of production can be reduced so that it can be widely produced."

"It's all up to you, Uncle Mo. You are an expert in this area. I listen to you. I can modify it according to the rough outline of the design drawing, and then mass-produce it according to the standard."

"It's been a long time since I've been under the control of Boss Yan, so let's make a vow."

"Wow wow wow."

There were countless jugs of wine on and off the table. A middle-aged uncle led a young man, each holding three chopsticks, kneeling in front of a pile of empty plates.

"Heaven is above, Huangquan is the proof."

"I am Yan Ce."

"Hi~ I'm Mo Zhong."

"I would like to become brothers with different surnames. From then on, I will share the blessings and difficulties together. I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but I want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day~"

"Uncle Mo..."

"Brother Yan!"