Quick Transmigration is always taken care of

Lying on the bed with An Lanyu, Xue Ling's cold eyes were full of satisfaction, An Lanyu didn't dare to move in his arms, and he was too tired, even if he knew Xue Ling was dangerous, he fell into the trap very quickly. deep sleep.

It's really refreshing.Xue Ling's hand was walking on An Lanyu's back. He had never felt so hearty before. The satisfaction and pleasure of possessing An Lanyu deeply was like the top drugs, and he couldn't extricate himself from it. .

When An Lanyu woke up, Xue Ling had already left. An Lanyu was in pain all over his body, and a certain indescribable part was swollen and painful. Did he give him this kind of punishment because he fucked all the dogs in the universe?Hey, I'm quitting!

Having sex with the male protagonist only adds a little sincerity. Will the male protagonist dare to give him the last point generously?

"Xingyun, I want to go to World No. [-]. I beg you, can World No. [-] be normal?" He really knelt down, and then let him go to play with the hero, and he took a knife to his stomach every minute indescribable.

Without Xingyun's answer, An Lanyu thought about leaving soon, but he obviously didn't teach Xue Ling a lesson, this won't work!He has to deal with Xue Ling to vent his anger, otherwise he will leave without peace of mind. Why is An Lanyu so pitiful that he is going to die? , but I'm sorry, what do you want Uncle Police to do?

How could it make Xue Ling suffer?An Lanyu thought about it, slapped his thigh and gritted his teeth, it was decided!

Taking out his mobile phone, An Lanyu called Xue Lie. Xue Lie was discussing foreign forces with the elders in the meeting when the phone rang suddenly.Xue Lie didn't intend to answer, but when he saw that it was An Lanyu, he immediately pressed the answer button.

"Godfather, Xue Ling came to look for me again, and left his head here with me, what should I do? Godfather, I'm so scared, please help me, please come to me, help me, let me You can do anything, I promise you everything, you help me." An Lanyu was crying and talking to Xue Lie, his voice was a little hoarse, and Xue Lie could tell that An Lanyu had collapsed just by his voice.

Thinking of the pitiful tears on that white and pure face, Xue Lie was a little excited and distressed, "Don't cry, I'll go over and give me the address right away." For An Lanyu, Xue Lie postponed the meeting, From the side view, he is very concerned about An Lanyu.

Rushing to An Lanyu's house, Xue Lie knocked on the door and no one answered, so he pushed the door directly and found that the door was not closed at all.The house is not big, Xue Lie heard soft whimpers, pushed open the door, and saw An Lanyu huddled in the corner, with tears on his face, his pale face was red and swollen, his bloodstained lips were still stained .

"Godfather!" An Lanyu saw Xue Lie, and immediately threw himself into Xue Lie's arms, holding him tightly and not letting go, "Godfather, don't let Xue Ling look for me again, please? Please, I'm afraid He, I dare not see him."

As soon as he lowered his head, he could see the exposed neck, shoulders and back of An Lanyu's loose pajamas. The fresh marks on it made Xue Lie's eyes deepen. He said that Xue Ling had done nothing to An Lanyu, but he didn't believe it.

This little bastard actually attacked An Lanyu.

"Don't be afraid, as long as you agree to my conditions, I will not only make you and grandma rich and happy, but also make Xue Ling never look for you again." Xue Lie put his arms around An Lanyu, anger and desire intertwined in his heart, he breathed a little Heavy but An Lanyu didn't know.

"I promise, I promise everything." An Lanyu was afraid of Xue Ling to the bone, and he would rather have fun under Xue Lie than see Xue Ling again.

"Good boy, it's not enough to just talk, you have to do it to convince me that you have to show sincerity." Xue Lie showed his cruel fangs, he smiled slightly, and patted An Lanyu's head.

The author has something to say: This world has already been written, and there are still two chapters left in the manuscript. I just came to ask what should I write about the third world?

Let go of yourself.