Chapter 2091

So, whose clothes is this man!?

And the pants! Shoes! Whose bottom is it!?

He never wears this kind of clothes, it's not his at all, whose is that!!!

A message flashed in his mind, but it was like a flash of lightning, which made his eyes black.

Don't tell him, when he fell asleep last night, there was a dog man she was looking for, and they slept all night!!!

Besieger looked so ugly that he just remembered to confirm his conjecture.

However, at this time.

A small wooden door of a bedroom was suddenly opened from inside.

A shadow came directly into his eyes.

Bessier's eyes suddenly widened.

Arthur came out from the inside. His lower body was wrapped in a bath towel. He was wearing nothing on it. His shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow. His eight abdominal muscles came out directly.

What's more, there are clear scratches visible to the naked eye on the shoulders, neck and abdominal muscles of the upper body.

It can be seen what this man has experienced and how fierce the war is.

Bessier looked at the scene like that, almost a mouthful of old blood gushed out of his heart.

The hands holding the sweater were shaking.

Arthur's eyes swept over, and the man in the morning was as cold and proud as a ruthless slag man.

He gave besieger a blank look, and then walked straight up to him, ignoring his eyes. He wanted to kill his sight. He walked up to him and pulled out his sweater from his hand.

Bessier's hand was still trembling.

Arthur drooped his eyes indifferently and swept down. He said without emotion: "epilepsy? It's a disease. It has to be treated."

Besieger's face suddenly turned red, and his temples were all protruding

Arthur turned as if he didn't care.

He left the wide shoulder and narrow waist back full of fierce scratches to him.

Besieger couldn't help it any more. He quickly grabbed the ashtray on a tea table and smashed it. He yelled, "who the hell are you?"

Arthur seemed to have eyes on his back, and his head deviated. The ashtray thumped on the wall, then fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

His body was fixed.

And then slowly turned around, the cold air filled the eyes.

“……”

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Bo Huan vaguely listened to the noise coming from outside and covered his head with a pillow.

Who the hell is fighting in the morning.

Bo Huan and the head of the sleep for a while, but also sleep for five seconds, can not be more.

Because when the two words of fighting flashed in her mind, the nerves on the verge of lethargy suddenly tightened and pricked her, and her mind suddenly woke up.

Fight, what fight, who fight!?

She raised her head for a moment, and her beautiful short hair flashed down her face.

“……”

As soon as all the wars of last night flashed through her mind, as well as the man who had passed out sleeping on the sofa in the living room, she immediately hammered down on the bed and gave a low curse. Ignoring the pain between her legs, she casually grabbed two clothes and put them on her body, then opened the door and rushed out.

It's killing.

The door suddenly opened.

In the living room, Zhang Ya dances and fights with red fists. The two people rolling on the ground suddenly stop all their movements.

They looked at her together.

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