Chapter 30

Without her steady steps, the weak body fell into a chest full of women's perfume.

Feel a soft - Mianmian small body fell into his arms, Nian Nanchen subconsciously stretched out his hand, a son buckled Qiao Mu late's slender waist.

Without waiting for Qiao Mu to struggle, he put an uneasy hand around her waist

With Joe Murphy's subconscious cry, his hand grasps the meat on her willow waist.

"Throw yourself in the arms? Ho, twice in a day. How much do you want to climb up my Chuang

Hook a thin radian of the corner of the mouth, disgusted said with prickly words, in the South Chen suddenly tighten her waist.

"Well..."

Crisp - hemp's feeling darts open, Qiao Mu late subconsciously is tensing the body.

Feeling the little woman in her arms trembling like a frightened rabbit, Nian Nanchen bowed her head, buried in her ear, blowing hot air: "I really like this feeling? Well

With pick - tease breath of words, let Joe Mu night instinctively wring eyebrows.

is really disgusted that this man's muddy wine is mixed with the smell of the perfume on the woman's body, and the feeling sprayed on his face. Joe Mu's subconscious mind does not open a small face and keeps himself at a certain distance from the South Chen.

Discovered Qiao Mu late a pair of resist oneself of facial expression, is still drunk of the year south Chen of the misty, raise hand suddenly, a son pulled up her jaw, forcing her to own four eyes opposite.

"Qiao Muwan, my wife of niannanchen, is a kind of Zhen Jie Lienv. You are very good at pretending!"

Can can can speak insulting Qiao Mu late words, year south Chen because drunk some pan red face, gradually bully close to her.

With the feeling that her jaw was crushed, Jomo felt the heat of burning her skin, baking her little face, and she twisted her jaw subconsciously.

Can not wait for her to break away from the hands of the new year's South Chen, that stained with wine to make her nauseous mouth, then heavily fell on her rose colored lips.

"Well..."

Leng Bu Ding's breathing became not smooth, and Joe Mu's instinctive resistance.

Lips and teeth hiss - grinding, in addition to that makes her nauseous liquor gas, there is a strong breath of women's lipstick, all pervasive filled in her breath.

I have never used lipstick. Qiao Muwan wants to know that it's the taste that other women leave on niannanchen's lips.

The small face that wrinkly tightly all wanted to knot son, Qiao Mu late struggles more acutely.

However, the power gap between men and women is too big, not to mention, Nian Nanchen didn't give Qiao Muwan the chance to avoid him at all.

The breathing became more and more difficult, and Qiao Mu Wan was like a dying fish, constantly fluttering and struggling

Two troubled hands are trapped by Nian Nanchen's death. His strength is aggravated with emotion.

Suffering from the man's kiss to himself, Joe Mu's small face is full of swelling and ruddy because of his poor breathing.

By this man let her nauseous invasion - offend, Qiao Mu late forbear in the heart of great humiliation, closed his eyes.