80s: Little Sweet Wife

The two subordinates and Norman watched from a distance, with a cup of coffee in each hand, leisurely.

"This man is your boss? He doesn't look good!" Eddie curled his lips. To be honest, he still prefers Helianze.

But this man likes women... alas!

"Are you blind? Our boss is a hundred times more handsome than Helianze!" his subordinates retorted, despising Eddie's eyesight.

Eddie pouted again, he is not blind, a man who likes women, no matter how handsome, is not his thing!

"Can your boss bring your wife back? I think your wife is a little wild cat!" Norman was a little worried. If Yan Mingshun failed to tame his wife, it would directly affect his retirement time!

"Don't worry, our boss is definitely fine!" The subordinates were full of confidence.

His voice had just fallen, and Yan Mingshun over there had already launched an offensive, the domineering president-style kiss came to his face, his eyebrows did not respond, he was embraced by Yan Mingshun, as if he was being hounded by steel. The mouth is covered tightly...

"Hate...let me go...um..."

Meimei couldn't speak at all, and her mind was blurred, passively enduring Yan Mingshun's frantic plunder... Her body gradually weakened, from resistance to obedience.

...

The subordinates raised their chins proudly at Norman and the others, "Did you see..."

Norman gave a thumbs up, and it really is a good wife!

Without saying a word, he started to bow hard...

"Your boss can't do a good show on the spot... Now we have a good time!" Norman watched with relish, without blinking his eyes.

"You think beautifully!" his subordinate cursed.

"Snapped"

A handful of sand suddenly shot over, clumping together like a stone, but it suddenly spread out in front of them, hitting the four of them in the face, all eyes, nose, mouth and mouth were filled with sand.

"Bah bah bah..."

The four of them kept rubbing their eyes and spit out the sand in their mouths. After a long time, the sand on their faces was wiped clean, and their eyes were opened. The hot two kissing in the distance... have disappeared .

"Where's your boss?" Norman is very sorry, he still wants to see a live **** performance!

The subordinates stared angrily, it was these two guys talking nonsense, and they were also taught by the boss.

"shit... the wind here is going crazy!" Eddie scolded angrily, thinking that the sand was blown by the strong wind.

One of his subordinates sneered and sneered: "A typhoon of level 12 can't blow such a large amount of sand? That was thrown by our boss!"

"Impossible...manpower can't do it!"

Norman and Eddie firmly did not believe that the sand was scattered, and once thrown it became scattered sand, and it was not far away at all. They were at least a thousand meters away from Yan Mingshun...

How could a human throw it so far?

Can the sand be held together?

"Our boss can do it, the frog at the bottom of the well!" The two subordinates looked at them both with contempt. It was because of Yan Mingshun's real skills that they were loyal and convinced.

Norman and Eddie looked stunned... If it's true, Chinese Kung Fu is really amazing!

Do they want to learn some too?

Here, Yan Mingshun punished the four people in the corner of listening to the wall~www.readwn.com~ hurriedly hugged his eyebrows and found a room, and solved the fire of lovesickness...

"Hate...you go away...um..."

"Don't go... Your body is more honest than your mouth... Meimei... I miss you so much!"

...

The room full of spring is infinite...

Uncle Ball, who was lying on the beam, shook his tail contemptuously. He listened to the corner of the next room for three days, and the sentence he heard the most was—

"Hate...you go away..."

Is it true that mothers are all such dead virtues, they say they hate them, but they don't hate them at all!

Qiuqiu took out a piece of chocolate, sat on the wall and watched, tsk tsk tsk... The male protagonist is so aggressive... After all, he has been holding back for too long! ()

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