Indulge in the last 10000 days: the corpse king strongly spoils his wife

When Dongfang Xing came back, what he saw was Xiahou Huan'er holding the Fengyue Baojian, blushing for a while, excited for a while, excited for a while, and it was so vivid that he almost didn't perform for him on the spot.

Master Xing's complexion was as good as a scapegoat on the spot.

He strode forward, snatched the provocative Fengyue Baojian from her hand with a snap, and closed it forcefully.

The girl who was fascinated by the book, saw the book fly away, and went into a rage on the spot: "Fuck, I'm so excited to read it, that bastard..."

Looking back, what caught my eyes was Master Xing's sinister face that seemed to eat her face.

Her arrogance withered on the spot, she reached out her hand to touch her hot cheek, and said with a dry smile, "You came back so early today."

Master Xing gave her a hard look, and locked the book back into the box.

The man who didn't make a sound, couldn't figure out his mind, it was a bit scary.

Xiahou Huan'er supported her head with her hands, looked at him like a baby, and locked the box into the safe.

She curled her lips: "I've watched it all, it's not too late to finish it for me."

Master Xing's face was dark, and he stared at her fiercely: "Go take a bath."

Xiahou Huan'er slandered her face, and said shamelessly: "I'm going to take a bath, and you'll let me finish it later."

Master Xing's face turned livid immediately, and he stared at her: "A girl who reads this kind of book, how do you know how to be ashamed to write?"

Xiahou Huan'er said innocently: "My lord, I am a woman now, you must not have forgotten that you are the one who handled it, right?"

Master Xing's face turned blue and black, and he had already given Luo Qin to Ling Chi thousands of times in his heart.

Xiahou Huan'er reached out to hug his arm, and rubbed her small body, which was still hot, against his side.

Smiling coquettishly, he said evilly, "You can read it, why can't I? After I study it in depth, this achievement will not be applied to you."

Ya also delved into it.

This is so ambiguous.

Master Xing's old face suddenly flushed imperceptibly.

The body tensed instantly, and the seductive pose of the woman on the bed began to appear in his head.

He quickly shook his head, restrained his mind, and pinched her waist fiercely with his palm, and said angrily: "Damn woman, don't play hooligans on me, go take a bath."

Hiss, this pinches really hard, not at all sympathetic.

Xiahou Huan'er let out a cry of pain, aggrieved, and stared at him sideways: "I don't like Ben Gong playing hooligans to you, okay, I'll find another man to play with."

After finishing speaking, he immediately turned around and walked outside, that posture was so chic that it was maddening.

No, Mr. Xing is not only mad, but also mad.

He strode forward, stretched out two powerful arms, and hugged her waist fiercely from behind, the strength was so tight that it almost strangled her.

Shen Sheng shouted angrily: "No."

Xiahou Huan'er blinked and pretended to be stupid: "Why are you not allowed?"

Damn woman, pretend to be stupid, right?

Master Xing bowed his head in anger, turned her body around, and slammed her small mouth that was both loved and hated.

Kissing, sucking, chewing fiercely.

Xiahou Huan'er pushed and slapped his chest, struggling, and he hasn't returned to what she asked him.

But can she push him away? It's like ants shaking a big tree. After a while of creaking, she completely sinks into the fiery lingering of his domineering and powerful people who don't resist at all.

There is only a beautiful blank in his mind, his small body is as soft as glutinous rice, sticking softly in his arms, and he still doesn't remember what he wanted to ask.