Chapter 2807

Last time I heard the adjutant say that the man who confused him and Wu Hao was a man**** Four steamed buns! When it moves, it still falls, so now he wants to verify it.

"Pop." Zhao Meng drew back his hand and toward his face.

She gritted her teeth and yelled at him, "don't beg, you don't want face!"

Zhao Meng stomped in anger and ran to the front, swearing never to ask again! This son of a bitch, sex wolf! Kill a thousand swords.

"Hit me?" Mo Qiu reached out and touched her face, looking at the figure of her leaving.

The air is filled with the smell of soil.

He strode forward and, without saying a word, lifted her up and threw her on his shoulder! Big palm buttocks her, without saying a word, carrying people to go inside.

"Don't ask, you son of a bitch, let me go! I'll leave you alone Zhao Meng felt that if she ignored him again, she would collapse.

Why did he touch her chest and say it was elastic?

How can she survive being seen?

"Please, brother." At this time, a bodyguard came out to patrol, saw him, said hello to him, pointed to Zhao Meng and said, "this clay figurine looks very real. When can I have one, please?"

Pinch one? Zhao Meng's eyes are full of stars. She really wants to knock herself out.

"It's very elastic and real. It's hard to pinch it!" Said Mo Qiu.

"Yes! Please take your time The bodyguard said and went on patrol.

Zhao Meng was carried on his shoulder, her head lying on his back, hair scattered! She clenched her fist and drew it towards his waist.

"Pop." Don't ask to be pulled by her, he reaches out his hand, big palm falls on her buttock!

Zhao Meng is petrified. Mo Qiu's hand falls on her hip and pinches it gently: "don't make any more trouble."

"Don't beg, you touch me..." Zhao Meng seems to have a few Jin of dynamite in her body. She wants to die with Mo beg! Never be soft handed.

Don't ask not to say a word, raise your foot, kick open the door, swing your foot, and reach out to lock.

"Ah." Zhao Meng was thrown on the sofa by him. He forced her forward, knelt down in front of her and reached for her face.

"Zhao Meng, I miss you."

Five words, let her a Leng! I don't know whether he is true or not.

Just now, Mingming didn't want to recognize her and said that she was a Shanzhai. This time, did you miss her?

"Well." Zhao Meng was stunned and didn't come back. Mo Qiu's lips came forward and covered her, sucking constantly! Big palm along her back, slowly moved to her chest.

"Well." Seeing this, Zhao Meng keeps struggling. Mo Qiu's hand goes into her clothes and touches the mud in her hand.

Don't stop kissing and look up.

"Well." Zhao Meng was also embarrassed. Mo Qiu put his hand to his nose, sniffed it, and said to her, "even the mud on your body smells sweet."

"... ouch." Zhao Meng couldn't help thinking, God! Please save her.

Looking at Mo Qiu's narcissism, Zhao Meng wants to be able to hide himself and go away!

"Zhao Meng, touch here." Mo Qiu stretched out his hand, clasped her little hand, let her touch his chest, constantly rubbing: "feel it? I see you as if I had a heart attack! My heart is beating wildly

Zhao Meng's face darkened as she listened to him.

"Touched a muscle of the hand." She said in a deep voice, touch, can feel his heartbeat?

And see her, with a heart attack? It's a wonderful description.

"Want to see it?" Don't ask to listen, bow head evil in front of her, pick eyebrow temptation.