Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

But fortunately, the body is powerful.

The title of the son of kidney deficiency will never be his turn.

Lin Pingzhi bent down, regardless of Huang Rong's thoughts, and directly carried her on his back.

Huang Rong's face was extremely shy.

She buried her head on Lin Pingzhi's back and glanced around, for fear of meeting someone she knew.

"Or you can let me down." Huang Rong whispered shyly.

This kind of behavior was too intimate, so intimate that Huang Rong felt it again.

Lin Pingzhi would not be willing to let Huang Rong go.

Don't look at the size of Huangrong melon.

But not heavy either.

Where the hands are raised, it sinks deeply.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't put it down.

Especially the feeling on the back.

Press it down, soft and soft.

Very comfortable.

This feeling of pushing back is rare!

"Just be obedient, your body is already weak, and you still try to be brave." Lin Pingzhi said, and patted him lightly.

Huang Rong called out "excuse me".

She blushed and cast a blank glance at Lin Pingzhi.

"It's not your fault." Huang Rong said angrily.

"Hey hey hey."

Lin Pingzhi smiled triumphantly.

After this in-depth and simple exchange, the intimacy between him and Huang Rong has been greatly improved.

Of course, he knew very well that Huang Rong would become indifferent to him again in front of outsiders.

The station manager looked enviously at Huang Rong and Lin Pingzhi who were going away.

If he had such a wife, he would rather live less than ten years.

Lin Pingzhi held Huang Rong on his back, and squeezed it hard from time to time.

Huang Rong's whole body was soft.

Completely paralyzed on Lin Pingzhi's body.

"Wait." Lin Pingzhi's ears moved.

His footsteps stopped and his body stopped still.

Huang Rong was vigilant when she heard this, and immediately got off Lin Pingzhi's back.

When she came down, she almost fell to the ground because her body was weak.

"Oh." Huang Rong screamed.

"Be careful." Lin Pingzhi immediately supported Huang Rong.

With a blush on her face, Huang Rong left from Lin Pingzhi's support.

She straightened her clothes, not daring to be seen by others.

Lin Pingzhi locked his eyes to one side and reminded him vigilantly.

"coming."

Not that he was too cautious.

It was because Xiaoyaohou stopped him earlier and let him know that maybe someone else would stop him.

All this is uncertain.

So Lin Pingzhi still had to be careful.

Huang Rong also looked towards where Lin Pingzhi was looking.

She felt the need to be careful.

From the other side of the road, a group of horns came out.

The first three of them were all holding scimitars, which looked somewhat similar to the ancestor of the blood knife.

Lin Pingzhi thought, could they be the disciples of the blood knife ancestor?

The Blood Knife Patriarch is the fourth generation head of the Qinghai Blood Knife Sect, and he has heard that he has countless disciples.

The group of speakers in front of me, at least, has nearly a thousand people.