Flower Stealing Master

Song Qingshu deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the three words Song Siming, and silently said in his heart: Old Song, you can help the old man to fight against the disaster, anyway, even if you die, Tang Kuobian can't inherit the seaweed and the others. ?Read the book??w?ww?·1?k?an?sh?u?·cc

Mrs. Tang on the side looked weird. How could she not hear Song Qingshu’s vow, but she hesitated for a while and didn’t reveal the love she had with him in the past, thinking that this kind of vow would be taken anyway, which is really so. Coincidentally, one person will die.

What's more, Mrs. Tang and her sister-in-law are not in a harmonious relationship. Wanyan Gebi reminded Mrs. Tang secretly several times and told her to keep her wife's way. Mrs. Tang has been upset for a long time, so she still has another thought in her heart at this moment: hum , If something really happened to your brother, when you were pressed down by another man, I see what face you have to laugh at me!

Tang Kuobian didn't know that his own sister had sold herself in this way. He was overjoyed when Song Qingshu finally vowed, and he stepped forward and put his arm around his shoulder: "Brother, let's continue drinking."

"Huh?" Song Qingshu suddenly frowned, this servant is too good to drink.

Mrs. Tang covered her mouth and smiled: "My elder brother, he loves to drink the most in his life, but he has to guard the palace on weekdays and can’t drink, but it makes him greedy. It is rare to come out during this time on vacation. Of course he has such a good opportunity. I won't let it go."

Song Qingshu had no choice but to bite the bullet and drank with him. In the end, he drank so dimly that he couldn't even walk steadily. One Reading w?ww?·1?·cc

Seeing that both of them were about to fall, Mrs. Tang hurriedly withdrew from the banquet and ordered the maid to help Tang Kuobian back to the room, and Song Qingshu personally helped him back to the room.

Most of the body's weight was on Madam Tang, Song Qingshu said with a smile: "Madam's...why is your body so soft?"

Mrs. Tang gave him a charming look, "It's not that the son of the other person has not touched him."

"That's really not there." Song Qingshu told the truth, thinking that Zhao Min was the one with you in the spring breeze that night, but not me.

Mrs. Tang looked resentful: "The son has no conscience. People think of you day and night, but the son can't even remember this."

Song Qingshu drank too much wine and was already floating, and then Mrs. Tang's low frowning smile made her body more than half crisp. After the alcohol swelled up, her hands began to become dishonest.

Soon Mrs. Tang became red with red cheeks and short of breath, and whispered: "My son, don't be here. The people in the mansion have mixed mouths. If it gets into my husband's ears, it won't be so good."

Song Qingshu didn't mean to let go. Instead, he said unscrupulously: "What if I let him know, how can a mere Chongyi army take care of me?" Song Qingshu did not show sympathy for this noble lady, but only It's pure sex, so Huanxi Zhenqi slowly entered her body from her fingertips when she spoke. ?? One Reading ww?w·1?k?anshu·cc

"Yeah~" Madam Tang's red lips lightly opened, and she let out a groan that sounded ashamed of herself. She felt a warm stream of heat flowing out of her body slowly, her cheeks were even hotter, and she murmured. With a cry, "My son~ I will come to you quietly later."

"What are you afraid of!" Song Qingshu snorted, hugged Madam Tang's exclamation, and walked into her room.

Seeing the horrified and inexplicable eyes of the people along the way, Madam Tang was almost ashamed to death, but being held in her arms by Song Qingshu, her body was surrounded by the other's masculine masculinity, making her heart throbbed inexplicably.

"You die!" Madam Tang bit her lip lightly, buried her head in Song Qingshu's arms, and let the other party openly embrace her and return to the bedroom.

"You are good or bad, you are obviously not drunk, but just now I asked someone to help you all the time." Madam Tang suddenly came to her senses and couldn't help but anger.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath of Madame Tang's body, and smiled: "I was drunk, but with a stunning beauty like Madame, if I don't wake up, wouldn't it be too incomprehensible?"

Mrs. Tang trembled with a smile: "The son's mouth is so sweet."

"Madam, do you want to taste it?" Song Qingshu sat down by the bed, took her to her thigh, felt the other party's plump buttocks, and couldn't help but give a secret compliment.

Madame Tang put her hands on his neck, looking at Song Qingshu's deep eyes, her eyes became blurred, she bit her lip subconsciously, and muttered tiredly: "Yes~"

With white teeth and bright red lips, the two colors are intertwined, and there is a strange beauty. Song Qingshu lifted her clean chin, and said with a smile: "The whole body is hot after drinking too much wine. Up."

Madam Tang nodded, and snorted softly while **** him: "The concubine is not so gentle to her husband."

Song Qingshu smiled and said, "That's because your husband is incapable and can't subdue a peerless girl like you."

"The son, don't make fun of others." Fingers touched Song Qingshu's sturdy chest, and Mrs. Tang's slender snow-neck was unknowingly stained with a blush, and she couldn't help exclaiming, "The son looked at the gentle and gentle, but he didn't expect that his muscles were so hard. ."

"Why, doesn't Madam like it?" Song Qingshu looked at her playfully.

"No, I like tough men." Madam Tang snorted, and a red lips came up.

Song Qingshu's hands had already unknowingly reached into her loose robes, and the feeling of inability to grasp made him sigh: "Madam, next guess your husband should be very thin."

Madam Tang looked at him puzzled: "Why does the son think so?"

Song Qingshu Xiexie said with a smile: "With such a beautiful wife with a superb figure, the husband must be obsessed with farming and irrigation every day, and he will definitely be tired and thin."

"I hate my son and I will make fun of others." Madame Tang was so irritated that she couldn't help but give her a fan fist.

Seeing Madam Tang's young daughter's gesture suddenly appeared, Song Qingshu couldn't hold it anymore, and pulled her waistband apart to separate the exposed pair of long snow-white legs, and the whole person pressed heavily on it.

"Yeah~" Madam Tang snorted with satisfaction, and the man's heavy oppression made her tremble inexplicably.

Song Qingshu took advantage of the wine to wake up, and did not have any pity for this lady, so from beginning to end, it was the most primitive and savage collision, wantonly venting the heat in the body.

Madam Tang couldn't help frowning her eyebrows, she sighed secretly in her heart, no matter how well-mannered a man looks, he is a beast if he takes off his clothes!

However, her unhappiness was quickly replaced by the trembling that flows like a tide of water, her long and delicate neck is like a swan, and it is raised high and high, and finally turned into bursts of breathtaking tenderness. Cry——

Happy Lantern Festival, readers!