"And little Nei Nei?" Yan Zhengling road.

"Are you going to wear mine?" Zhan hanjue frowned, impatient way: "make do with it."

Yan Zhengling wanted to cry without tears

wearing a large T-shirt, he came out with a loose version, but it showed the hot and sexy figure.

In particular, the two long legs, symmetrical and slender, are as perfect as works of art.

Wet long hair, set off the jade porcelain skin. Let her look more pure breath.

It's just that she's still wearing a mask.

His throat was rolling, and his precious face flashed a touch of invisible restraint.

Yan Zhengling is alluring and unaware of himself, but he is still naughty and lies down opposite the desk of Zhan hanjue, leaning forward and gazing at him affectionately.

"President, do you need to warm up the bed?"

Han Jue coughed. Although she was not only ashamed in front of him since she was a child, she became particularly suspicious and vulnerable since she was attached to luoshihan.

All of a sudden, he relapsed into the old habit, and he was so happy that he was so happy.

"How much is it?" He asked, very respectably.

Although there are many dark demonic factors in his heart, such as toppling her, kissing her and crushing her... But Lord Zhan is also a very calm and rational person.

Some problems he did not want to understand before, dare not make her regret things.

For example, if she knew that her father was her killer, would she like to fall in love with the murderer's son?

For example, why does she always wear a mask to hide her identity, but she is not willing to recognize him? What is she worrying about?

Yan Zhengling's smile instantly cracked into countless pieces. How much money hurts your feelings?

"President, you can determine the payment according to the quality of my service." She accepted his rules with a bitter smile.

Han Jue looked at her smiling and smiling eyes, and could not bear to refuse her longing, yearning and longing in Obsidian pupil. Light nodded, found a reason to prevaricate, "go to bed first, I read the documents in my hand and then come."

Yan Zhengling happily ran to the bed, like an unrestrained child jumped to the bed. Pulling his bedding to herself and smelling the fragrance of his grass, she blushed with shame.

Zhan hanjue closed his eyes and shut his helpless and helpless into the pupil.

Yan Zhengling waited for a long time and didn't wait for him. Instead, he boiled himself to sleep.

Hearing her breathing evenly, he slid in his wheelchair.

She gently took off her mask, but did not expect that she was attracted by her delicate face and couldn't move her eyes any more.

The thick gravel fingers slid across her face, as carefully as her own collection of treasures.

In the end, I was attracted by her beauty and leaned over to kiss her lips.

Originally, I just wanted to skim the water for a while, but I became more and more greedy for her beauty, and finally deepened this kiss.

Maybe his action was too rude. Yan Zhengling suddenly moved and his long eyelashes trembled.

Lord Zhan quickly let her go.

She just turned over and fell asleep again.

The cell phone ring in the ear room suddenly rings.

He thought he would hang up if he didn't answer the phone.

But the mobile phone ring tone stubborn pay, again and again.

Yan Zhengling wakes up from his sleep and is stunned to see the warlord sitting by his bed.

"President, are you still up?"

Han hanjue's face was black... The mood was devastated by the bad bell.

Yan Zhengling remembers his obsessive-compulsive disorder of cleanliness, but he dislikes her sleeping in his bed.

He sat up, almost rolling to the ear room to answer the phone.

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