Priceless little cute wife

Children's painting struggled to get away from his bear hug, but there was no way to get rid of his hand. He had to let him ask for himself up and down.

But in my heart, I still care about the numbers just displayed. What does it mean?

325 is neither Ruan Linshuang's birthday nor his own. I don't know if it's Shang Rongqiao's birthday.

He was thinking about it. Finally, Donggong Yao found her absent-minded. He immediately stopped all his actions and looked at her straight.

Children's painting slowly looked up and looked at Donggong Yao: "I thought of any possibility, but it seems that it has nothing to do with numbers. What is this..."

"Woman... Do you want me to catch you directly, and then you can look at me carefully?" Donggong Yao looked at the children's painting and said word by word. He narrowed his eyes, and then the tip of his nose was close to the tip of her nose, so that she had no hope to escape.

"I... of course not!" Tong Hua looked at Dong Gong Yao who came forward and immediately paid attention to him.

"Very good, then watch my every move..." East Palace Yao Xie smiled, then slowly bent down and slowly put his lips close to her.

She imprinted a deep kiss on her silky clavicle and continued to swim down.

"Could it be a house number?" Tong Hua suddenly opened her mouth, but as soon as she said it, she was full of remorse. Why did she have such a short memory?

Knowing that Donggong Yao is here and has threatened himself, why did Mao blurt it out?

Sure enough, he looked up slightly and saw that Donggong Yao, who was enjoying himself, had given up kissing himself, and then slowly came up like a guy with an open blood basin.

The child painting swallowed his saliva and felt that he was almost dead. Looking at the eyes of Donggong Yao, there were two words "kill"!

"Woman..."

"Sorry!" Tong Hua immediately interrupted Donggong Yao, "this is the message left by my mother. It has been so many years. I'm really a little... Sorry!"

Reaching out to block Donggong Yao, Tong Hua closed his eyes tightly, and then thought that if this guy didn't want to bombard himself directly, or he would be rude to himself.

But after waiting for a long time, I didn't feel anything. This guy won't let himself go so easily, will he? Children's painting slowly opened one eye, and then carefully looked at Donggong Yao.

Seeing this guy, he sighed and looked at the children's painting: "I think it may have something to do with the address."

"Ah?" Tong Hua looks at Donggong Yao in surprise. Isn't this guy angry?

I only saw that Dong Gong Yao got up from the children's painting, then sat aside and began to analyze it.

"First of all, your mother didn't give you the key. That is to say, 325 won't be a safe, and the safe needs to pay a fee every year. Your mother has passed away."

"In other words, your little aunt needs to pay, but obviously she doesn't know such an expense, so if the bank doesn't work hard enough and doesn't matter whether it collects money or not, it's that your little aunt is hiding it from you."

"Impossible! My aunt won't hide it from me. It's unnecessary, isn't it? " Tong Hua shook his head.

"So the house number or address number you said is also likely, but... God knows how many 325 house numbers and address numbers there are in the whole city, so this is definitely not something that can be completed in a day or two."

"I know, but I don't know if there will be more hidden information behind, so we..." the children's painting looked at the remaining half of the orange on the table and looked up happily at Donggong Yao nearby.

The implication is very clear. She wants Donggong Yao to help continue her work, and then she can finish the orange juice... This arduous work as soon as possible!

As soon as she spoke, she knew it was absolutely impossible, because Donggong Yao's face was black, and then looked at the children's painting with a little threat.

"I... just..."

"Even if you want to do it, it doesn't seem to be the most appropriate time for us to be like this." Donggong Yao carelessly lifted away his blanket and looked at the same naked children's painting.

Immediately, the child painting began to burn on her face, and then she smiled and didn't know how to deal with it.

"Damn woman! Is that how you want to put me at the end? " Donggong Yao looked at the children's painting, then directly pulled her body closer to herself, and the two hot bodies closely fit together.

"Don't you think we should do something else first?" As he spoke, Dong Gong Yao was doing what he had just not finished.

"But..."

"But you have no hair! If you say one more word, I'll tear down the book directly and wash it away with water! " Donggong Yao has reached the limit of her anger. The girl made it clear that she came to work against him. Just for a while, can't she concentrate a little?

Tong Hua immediately closed his mouth. If he opened his mouth again at this time, it would be like hitting someone's muzzle directly. He is not stupid enough.

Seeing the timid look in the eyes of the children's painting, Donggong Yao wanted to resist, but he got up from the children's painting and roared angrily. He didn't stop until he woke up almost all the people around him.

Then he picked up his cell phone: "help me check the 325 house number and street address in the city, and then call me... No! Just text. Anytime, anywhere! "

"Are you satisfied now?" Donggong Yao looked at the children's painting, then angrily put the mobile phone aside, then put the children's painting's face close to her, and ruthlessly printed her own kiss on her lips.

Tong Hua looked at him and was confused. He didn't say or do anything, did he? Why did he suddenly get angry?

However, looking at his expression of desire and dissatisfaction, somewhere in the heart of children's painting became soft.

Maybe Gu Yasu is right. She doesn't know when her habit of Donggong Yao has become a love. She may really fall in love with this man.

However, Donggong Yao seemed to have lost interest, and then walked around the room angrily, holding his mobile phone.

People who don't know think he's going to answer an important phone call.

Tong Hua got up slowly, then took his cell phone with his hand and put it aside at the head of the bed.

She summoned up her courage, then took a deep breath and gently touched his naked chest with her hand: "in fact, she is not so anxious. Even if she knows the answer, she still needs to visit one by one, isn't she?"

"What do you mean now?" Donggong Yao looked at the children's painting in front of her, then reached out to hold her little uneasy hand and narrowed her eyes.

"I... don't mean anything!" The courage of the children's painting was suddenly torn by Donggong Yao. He turned around and wanted to leave Donggong Yao, but his arm was firmly grasped by him, and then he brought the whole children's painting back to himself.

"If I guess right, you were just thinking about me asking for... Love..." Donggong Yao's eyes became blurred, then looked at the children's painting, pressed her slender waist on her body, and then let his own body close to her.

So that she can fully feel her physical needs that are very affected by her.

Children's paintings feel like cooked shrimp.

It's normal to have a physical relationship with Donggong Yao, but it's not enough to be anywhere.

She had to admit that she was definitely influenced by him and became a lot more sensitive.

Under the "coercion" of his red hot body, his body has become more and more hot, as if it would melt.

"I... didn't..."

"You don't have to lie to me... Your eyes have said all your thoughts. Do you need me to install a lie detector on you?" Donggong Yao smiled and then tiptoed her chin with her fingers.

His eyes, like torches, shot straight into the eyes of children's paintings, without hiding.

Just then, suddenly, a mine outside the door poured down with the heavy rain and hit the wooden window, making a lot of noise.

Donggong Yao also took the opportunity to bring the children's painting to the bed, and then his body pressed her body tightly, almost like the storm outside.

He can't stand such provocation for a long time. To her... He is always like a young man full of vitality. He doesn't seem to want to miss a trace.

In madness, there is a lust that has just been suppressed.

The noise of the wind and rain outside made him more presumptuous, roaring and occupying his own city.

In fact, he was never afraid of his love being known by others, just because he was a child painting.

The noise outside the door can make the woman in her arms less sensitive and afraid.

Thinking of this, Donggong Yao really wants to thank the heavy rain outside and burst out all the energy in the heart of the children's painting in front of him. It's really a welfare treatment.

Children's paintings don't understand why they become so sensitive. Obviously, they have just summoned up the courage to come forward, but they still quit. But now, they are so angry that they don't seem to be themselves.

Her hands seemed to want to refuse Donggong Yao, but her body was closer.

The ticking rain outside the window sounded like a love song, which made her more unscrupulous.

Seeing this, Donggong Yao suddenly took a water cup from the side, and then dropped some water in his palm.

Water drops slowly trickled down on his fingers, and then he moved his hand to the children's painting. The water drops on his fingers slowly slipped down, and then gently trickled on her skin.

The slight cool feeling made her body tighten a little in an instant.

"Donggong Yao... What are you... Doing..."

"Shh... Do you feel it?" Donggong Yao made a quiet movement, and then the water continued to drip. When it reached her silky skin, it immediately slipped next to her body.

That feeling is itching or something else. Children's paintings can't distinguish clearly. They just think that each time they can make her body closer to Donggong Yao and get along with him more closely.

"Donggong Yao... Don't... don't..." the child painting struggled slightly to get rid of Donggong Yao's "inhuman" torture, but he shouted no, but his body became hotter and hotter.

Looking at the children's painting, Donggong Yao couldn't stand it. Then he stopped torturing like this. Such torture was not so much torturing her as torturing himself.

He deeply combined himself with her and listened to the sound of raindrops outside the door. A layer of fog immediately caught on the windows inside the house.

It can't dissipate for a long time.