Husband, Please Stop Flirting

The fishy sweet in her mouth is the blood at the tip of her tongue.

"I've never given you less than a dime. Who are you disgusting with?"

Si Yeqing said sarcastic indifference.

"No!"

Swallow the blood, put on the charming, the wind clearly shouted injustice.

She turned to Si Yeqing, full of grievances.

"Now... HMM! How expensive jewelry is now! New bags come out in a quarter. The money you give... Ah! Is not enough to buy... New ones."

A woman's voice can drop water and be beautiful to the bone.

The red lips with evil spirits are the blood she bit out.

Angina pectoris is all over the body. Life is better than death.

The bang was ruthless.

He disdained to look at her face.

The wind is clear, half of his face is numb with pain, the deep waves can't afford, and there is only silence.

"Really sincere!"

Si Yeqing bit the word "Chicheng" in a low voice, full of contempt.

Her body is no longer hers. Every place looks like hundreds of trucks have been pressed by turns. The sore throat is blocked by blood and swallowed.

She hasn't achieved her goal yet.

Accompanied by a groan, the wind is as clear as a mosquito and fly.

"Husband, if you give me the protagonist, I can be more sincere."

"Protagonist?"

Si Yeqing sneered, and the fierce man at his waist said, "with you dead fish?"

The wind is clear, not angry but smiling.

The neck moved, straightened his waist, stretched out his hand and put the man's big palm on his chest, with the soft lips close to him.

Breathing blends.

"Now?"

The wind is clear and warm and sprays thin on a man's thin lips.

Si Ye Qing's ink pupil suddenly tightened, and his body was like a fire, burning his eyes red.

Focus on the woman in front of you.

He was furious.

"Cheap!"

His disgust was undisguised.

With the man's angry drink, a burst of sour hemp ran up the spine, and Si Yeqing's breathing was slightly sluggish.

The woman on the table was like a rag at the bottom of his eyes.

"Clean it up by yourself!"

Si Yeqing's tone was cold, and his fingers flexibly overlapped his tie.

A flash of God, he is still a high God.

The wind is clear, the body hurts to fall apart, the line of sight is in a trance, looking at the back of the man leaving, a face is a lonely ghost, and there is no charming euphemism just now.

A big dream, that's all.

Tulle skirt on the ground, very ironic.

His legs trembled to pick it up, and suddenly a mobile phone rang.

"Hello?"

The wind spoke clearly to the phone.

"Ms. Feng ChuChu, the money has arrived. When will you come to the hospital? The operation needs your signature."

The people on the phone are indifferent and alienated.

"OK, I'll be there right away." Feng ChuChu was stunned, and the bottom of his heart was relieved.

Oh!

It seems that xiazuo also has the advantages of xiazuo. At least people disdain to owe you the night fee.

"By the way! There is a high amount of follow-up treatment after the operation, and the family members should be psychologically prepared."

The man on the phone said that it was mechanical. It's no wonder.

"OK!"

The wind clenched her teeth and swallowed all the grievances as long as she could save people.

Her body was crisscrossed with green and red marks, her clothes were not covered, and her body was scattered. She barely counted a piece of cloth. When her eyes turned to the set, she thought there should be clothes for actors.

But after looking around, there was only a men's shirt, which was still owned by siyeqing.

It's better to have than not!

The wide shirt sets off her wild beauty. Her skin is like snow, with scars and abusive beauty.

The wind was about to leave through the curtain, but he looked up with a pair of exploratory eyes.

There is contempt, disdain, disgust and even jealousy.

Eyes meet and quickly stagger.

In the blink of an eye, the wind was clear. It was already an active set, and there was a lot of noise.

Her every step was difficult, and there were countless eyes looking at her behind her.

"Rotten goods!"

"Yes, it's shameless to hide the rules with a good face."

"Still wearing men's clothes and playing with fun, I don't have a bottom line."

"Look! She's probably the heroine."

The wind listened to the catchy discussion behind him, with five flavors.

Later, I thought about it and felt that it would be good to get the heroine through the auspicious words of others. At least the money for the film salary has been obtained.

She was distracted and didn't look at the road for a moment. She was brought to the corner by a force near the staircase.

There are footsteps upstairs, distant and vague.

"Who are you?"

Feng ChuChu turned his back to the man and asked, full of surprise.

The warm breath suddenly approached, and the thin touch went deep into the skin of her neck along her hair.

"What a goblin!"

The man is low and depressed. He leans forward and puts his high spirits on the woman.

The wind clearly noticed something strange behind him, and suddenly an exciting spirit subconsciously closed the wide shirt on his body.

"Don't be afraid! I'll hurt you well."

Men are coax and kiss, and lick the tip of their tongue over their windy ears.

Often in the flowers, he knows the sensitivity of women.

Feng ChuChu had heard his voice, and his back suddenly became cold. It was the producer who urged her to take off her clothes.

What should I do?

Feng ChuChu is quickly trying to deal with it. Suddenly, he tightens his waist and is the producer's hand.

His fingertips groped slowly along the gap of his shirt, and his movements were obscene.

"No!"

The wind was clear, the voice fell to the ground, and the back was suddenly cold, like a cold wind.

He looked up in a trance, and the staircase was empty.

"Hey, hey, don't lose with me. It's yours to cooperate well with this play. I'll treat you well in the future."

The producer made an offer to Feng ChuChu.

While talking, he shrunk his neck up and down to smell the wind, and took a deep breath. He stretched his eyebrows and enjoyed it very much.

The wind is clear and the sight is full of nausea.

"No! I don't want to put on a live spring palace. Let's go to the hotel."

Feng ChuChu, quick witted, pointed his fingers at the producer's head.

A man is obsessed with sex. His mind is full of the appearance of taking off his clothes. He doesn't care whether he lives in the spring palace or not. He wants to eat this woman.

"I love excitement. It's okay. I hurt you..."

The producer said happily, rubbing the thugs on fengchuchu.

The stairwell was quiet, only the sound of men swallowing saliva, and the wind clenched his clothes and endured flattery.

"You..."

She spoke close to the producer's ear, talking about the special services she saw in the small advertisement.

Face doesn't matter at this time.

The important thing is to get out first.

At the corner of the low stairs, a pair of eyes melted in ink stared at the picture.

Women say obscene poetry and wave words close to men's ears, and men start up and down to take advantage.

How dirty!

For a small role, people do everything.

His big hands curled up and trembled slightly, and his fingertips turned white, announcing the man's forbearance. The temperature around Si Yeqing suddenly dropped, like a cold wind skimming over the ice and snow that had not been born for an inch.