I Possessed Iron Man

I Possessed Iron Man Chapter 180

"Gone."

Darcy's neck was sore.

"Are we going to wait?"

"He's not coming back."

Jane Foster murmured, then tightened his body

"Let's go, we have class tomorrow."

"Jane—"

Eric wanted to say something, but Interrupted by Jane Foster.

"It's alright, let's go, if he wants to come, just come to me directly."

"Om-"

Jane Foster started the car

"Darcy, Eric, it's getting dark, let's go quickly, if it's late, we won't be able to catch the second bus."

"Okay"

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Darcy shrugged, glanced at Eric, and then the two climbed into the car.

Jane Foster, upset, turned on the radio, and there was a melodious sound of silence

“Hello da

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I've come to talk with you agai

Because a visio

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No matter where you are at the ends of the earth, I will find you!

Jane Foster in the heart secretly swears, you thought you would leave after kissing the old lady and patting her butt?

No way!

In Hill's car, Ye Qingyang sat in the co-pilot boredly looking left and right

His eyes swept to Hill's side and could no longer move, the seat belt was deeply He squeezed into Hill's chest, and wisely divided her chest into left and right hemispheres.

Outline a very easy-to-understand picture of world geography.

She couldn't see clearly because of the right hemisphere, but the fat right breast firmly occupied Ye Qingyang's field of vision.

Maybe their overalls are tighter, and they don't wear hard sponge covers.

The seat belt was brutally immersed in the full of fat. The car was driving on the bumpy road, and the fat was shaking like a wave.

Even if this person is good-looking and has such a good figure, Ye Qingyang couldn't help but want to put his head on it and feel the warmth of mother again.

He somewhat envied and admired the one-eyed person.

These beautiful women take this test every day for cadres, which cadre can withstand such a test?

Hill was driving with one hand and seemed to feel that there was something wrong with the position of the seat belt. She rubbed the stretched part with her left hand, re-adjusted the direction of the seat belt, and felt much better.

Chapter 117 The Self-Cultivation of Scumbags

Ye Qingyang is not picky eaters, and without the view of the top of the mountain, his eyes turned to Hill's profile.

The towering bridge of the nose is straight and attractive, the thin cheeks do not make people feel cold, but rather stunning, and the long eyelashes are a bit like a small fan flickering.

“Why do all your government departments like Cadillac?”

Ye Qingyang has no words to say.

"I don't know, this is all government procurement, but this wagon is durable and not easy to break."

Hill didn't look at Ye Qingyang, her focus was on the front.