250 Raids: There's a girl next door

Lu Yifan put his hands in his trouser pockets, glanced at Ye Zizi in the crowd, opened his lips in a graceful arc, leaned over, and whispered to Wan Qianqian, "I think Cheng Changke from Remote Group is pretty good."

Wan Qianqian heard the words, looked up with some hesitation in his eyes, "But he was married, and he seems to be much older than Mianmian, the most important thing is that the two of them seem to have a lot of different personalities, right?"

Cheng Yanke is acquainted with her, she has a very cold and aloof personality, and Mianmian is so lively and active, the difference between the two must be too big.

Most importantly, he was married.

"How old is the age difference between you and your uncle? What were your two personalities like at first?"

Lu Yifan paused as he spoke, and then continued, "Don't ask about a good man, he is not a heartless man who abandoned his wife."

Ms. Wan nodded, feeling that what Lu Yifan said made sense.

Yao Yi was nine years older than her, at first Yao Yi didn't bother to say a word to her, she followed him all day long.

Now the feng shui is not in turn.

"Feifei..." Pei Mochen gently twirled her tongue around the woman's ears.

The soft and moist tongue teased the sensitive nerves of the woman's whole body, and the woman raised her legs and lowered his thighs.

Pei Mochen's body was tense.

The woman under him let go of his body and moved her hands to his lower abdomen.

With a soft 'ding' sound, Pei Mochen's belt was untied by the woman under him, and after untiing, her hand tried to reach|into his pants.

Pei Mochen opened his narrowed eyes, pushed the woman under him away, and sat up by himself.

"Who are you?" Panting heavily, sitting on the woman's body, her firm breasts wanted to enter the woman's body.

But he was disgusted when this woman touched his body, she was not Zhang Mofei.

Zhang Mofei likes to put her arms around his neck, not his back.

No matter how anxious Zhang Mofei was, she would kick off the restraints on him with her feet first.

The woman then sat up, wrapped her hands around Pei Mochen's body again, and brought her lips to his ear, "Yangyang, I want it, and you want it too, right?"

Delicate palms slowly rubbed against his back.

Pei Mochen's body became tighter and tighter, he wanted to, really wanted to.

He really wanted to find a splash of cold water to pour over his body, his throat felt as dry as if it was about to burst, seeing the woman's red lips, he opened his mouth to swallow her up.

He raised his hand, he needed a woman very much now, and hugged the woman who teased him again.

But just as he hugged it, he pushed it away violently.

"who are you?"

This woman is not Zhang Mofei, the clothes on her are exactly the same as the one he designed for Zhang Mofei.

Pei Mochen's mind is sometimes sober and sometimes confused.

Pushed by Pei Mochen, the woman sat up again, reached out and unzipped Pei Mochen's pants without giving up.

The hand tried to get close to the most sensitive part of the man, but it failed.

Pei Mochen grabbed her wrist and threw her away forcefully, "Who are you?"

His voice was hoarse and his vision was blurred.

But no matter how longing he is now, no matter how delirious he is, he can tell whether the person under him is his Zhang Mofei.

They sleep together every day, she is like a runaway wild horse when she is eager, very direct, she will not still ink with him at this time.

The woman took off the suspenders of her dress skirt, revealing her naked body in front of Pei Moshen's eyes, "Yangyang..."

'Slap', Pei Mochen slapped the woman's face with a slap, "Get lost!"

Yangyang is now Zhang Mofei's monopoly, and no one can call it Yangyang.