Counterfeit Hero

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After glancing at the fat man who quickly fell into a "coma" state, An Lei gently brought the door to the room funny.

This is the most luxurious ward in the Army General Hospital. The entire room is decorated in old-fashioned palace style. Outside the fat man's room is a long corridor. The walls of the corridor are covered with dark brown wooden skirts and cream wallpaper.

Every few meters of the long corridor is a copper palace wall lamp. Dozens of oil painting portraits hang between the wall lamps. These men, who were wearing Chakner uniforms and had firm expressions and bright eyes, were Chakner's most famous generals. Their merits are already a legend in Chuckner.

Walking through this silent corridor, walking through this portrait, it seems like walking through the history of this country. It was they who led the army of this country to succeed on different battlefields at different times in the history of different Chakners, creating the myth that Chakner could not conquer. Fat people can live in this ward, which is already a supreme honor in itself.

After two dust-proof automatic doors made of wood, a spacious and luxurious reception room appeared in front of An Lei.

Despite having prepared enough psychologically for the people in the meeting room, when An Lei saw Chachner and the Allied high-rises full of houses, and was gazed at by everyone's eyes, he still felt a little restrained.

Seeing An Lei coming out of the ward, everyone in the living room just felt bright.

The girl in front of her had long wavy hair. Her fair skin, soft cashmere sweater and tight tube skirt showed her graceful figure vividly. She is beautiful, but without the slightest arrogance. There was a kind of gentleness and quietness exuding from all over my body. Just standing there quietly, it is always difficult for people to look away from her.

"Little Bunny, the peach blossoms are good." Old Marshal Li Cunxin took a sip and exclaimed. His eyes turned, but Margaret's unsightly look glanced at him.

If An Lei is a white magnolia, the Margaret in front of him is a charming tulip. When thinking of the pure female researcher, Li Cunxin could not help but sigh: "It seems that I am not right The peach blossom is not only good. If I were younger than 40 or 50 years old, I would desperately go with him now. "

Margaret's face turned slightly red, and Li Cunxin gave a soft sip, and turned to walk towards An Lei.

At almost the same time, everyone looked away.

Chat chat, drink alcohol. Even the military **** Hastings watched the living room TV intently. However, if you look closely, you can see that these big men are all like children, with their ears raised.

"Can I go in?" Margaret walked to An Lei. Those clear and charming green eyes are like a lazy cat. With the mystery inherited in the genes from ancient times.

"Of course," An Lei gently stroked the long hair in her ear, smiled slightly, and let the door open sideways.

"If you have time, I want to ask you to go shopping together." Margaretla lived in An Lei's hand.

"Good." An Lei agreed softly.

The two girls laughed and pulled their hands, and then separated again. Margaret raised her hands lightly, like her cat's paws, and closed her fingers. She made a goodbye gesture and turned to walk into the automatic dustproof door, while An Lei shyly smiled at the people present and walked out of the ward door. .

In the living room, a group of old men looked at each other.

Li Cunxin drank the wine in his glass and sighed.

"Fuck!"

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Gently pushing the door open, Marguerite looked at the fat man lying on the bed in the ward.

There is no complicated decoration in the wards. On the contrary, it is extremely simple and modern.

The white wall is covered with a layer of soft synthetic leather. On the same white ceiling, the shadowless electronic lamp light penetrated the ceiling and sprinkled softly into the room.

The surrounding intelligent monitoring system displays graphics and data quietly. On the large and soft alloy bed, fat people lie quietly and breathe evenly.

"Are you still awake?" Margaret took off her high heels at the door of the room, her jade feet wearing stockings gently tiptoed, and walked lightly to the bed.

The fat man's ears stood up.

"Your people say you have been in a coma," Margaret said softly, sitting on the bed. The soft mattress sags slightly. The fat man only felt that a pair of soft hands gently massaged back and forth on his own arm, listening to Margaret's faint tunnel, "But I know that you actually woke up long ago."

Fuck, the fat man closed his eyes, and I didn't wake up.

"If you want to do this, I can't do anything." Margaret's voice had a hint of grievance, but the fat man suddenly discovered that the hand that had been rubbing the massage back and forth on his arm moved to his leg and was pressing on the side One side moves along the inner thigh to the base of the thigh.

"I really don't know what way to make you wake up," Margaret's voice was soft, revealing a little woman's laziness and coquettishness. "They are really embarrassed."

The fat man shuddered, his teeth clenched.

The room was silent. After a while, Marguerite looked at a tent raised on the thin quilt and chuckled.

The fat man closed his eyes, and his old face continued flushing.

"Fat, your brother is much more honest than you." Margaret breathed straight into the fat man's ear. In the laughter of eating, there is a kind of magical power that makes people feel itchy and impatient.

"Just don't open your eyes." The fat man was ruthless, his eyes closed too hard, and his eyelids were all wrinkled together. The second child was reprimanded in his heart: "Fuck, people are harassed at the root of the thigh and they can't hold their breath.

After training for a long time, I saw that the younger brother still shook his head proudly, only to feel extremely frustrated. One hand quietly probed down and pushed down the tent.

The room was quiet again. I only heard a string of silver bells of laughter from Margaret

"Smile," the fat man was angry. Suddenly, he felt the quilt on his body was lifted. A warm and slippery carcass slipped in silently.

The fat man opened his eyes abruptly, next to the pillow, in front of him, it was long and open, as if the sunlight shining through the window screen into Chen Xi's study room was like dreamy light golden hair.

The long hair was silky, and as Margaret slowly descended, she finally clung tightly to the face of her chest, flowing smoothly across her cheeks and to the side of her neck. Like a static vortex.

The tender and silky limbs are tightly wrapped around the body like a ribbon. On the waist, the full elasticity is like soap dipped in water. With a light touch, the skin is eager to mobilize 120,000 times the perception to feel the smoothness and smoothness of the ball.

The arm placed next to it was pulled up and covered on a smooth, jade-like back.

The fat man turned his head, under the white shadowless lamp, beside the soft hospital bed, a few pieces of warm clothes were scattered. The owner of the clothes curled up in his arms. Like a pitiful kitten.

"Fat fat man," Margaret muttered tightly around the fat man, "Why do you rush on me, do you know, you are almost dead!"

When the fat man froze, he suddenly remembered that he was throwing himself on Margaret like a beast, ready to take the last face of his life. I was ashamed for a while, and I wished to find a ground seam to get in .... I knew that I would n’t die, and I would n’t be that beast. It's really unbearable to be teased and ridiculed in such a thoughtful tone by other parties!

Can't see the embarrassment on the fat man's face, Margaret's face, rubbed gently on the fat man's chest, quietly and authentically "what's good for you to move the old lady who was moved by the old lady?"

Moving? !

The fat man rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, but did not want to understand what this little witch was touched by being eaten with tofu. Could it be that the hungry tiger was not ruthless enough?

Not hearing the fat man's answer, Margaret suddenly looked up. The fat man had no time to close his eyes and could only look at her silly.

The two men stared at each other with big eyes.

"I met An Lei at the door just now. She is very beautiful and pretty jealous." For a long time, Margaret said quietly, "You will marry her, right?"

The fat man looked at Margaret's eyes, and suddenly found a thin layer of mist rising in these green eyes.

There was a trace of apology in my heart, and the fat man nodded with difficulty.

"Okay, I lost." Margaret's chin rested lightly on the fat man's chest. "Before I came here, I wanted to understand. Marrying chickens and chickens and dogs and dogs. I ’ll knock it out for you. If you want to win, I ’ll lose it to you first ....... In this way, you do n’t have to be embarrassed. Yours is still yours, and mine is yours. "

"Forget our countless previous transactions," Margaret put his face on the fat man's chest and hugged him tightly. "Aren't you used to cooking raw rice for mature meals? Now, you have a golden opportunity ........ "

The blonde hair was sun-drenched. There was a hint of provocation in Margaret's face. Suddenly, the fat man felt that Margaret's naked carcass became hot when he didn't know.

"However, how much you can win depends on your skills."

Margaret straightened her waist, and the thin white quilt slipped under her slim waist.

She looked at the fat man's eyes with a wink, and spread her legs apart, her soft, boneless hands probing down gently, holding the fiery spot. The round and white beautiful hips lifted slightly, and suddenly sat down gently.

With long hair flying away, star eyes blurred, Margaret bit her lip painfully, a long groan in her throat groaned heartily, trembling with a low voice: "... this is ... A war. "

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. Too difficult to write, too difficult to write. It's a kind of torture that such a pure-hearted person is forced to conceive such a plot. Monthly pass, monthly pass! Yueguan ran ahead!

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