Chapter 311: .Vicious stepmother ex-girlfriend (16)

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Outside the paper window, the clear light refracted by Dongxue reflected into the room.
The turquoise pine crane gauze hangs on the ground, folded into thin pleats, hiding two closely intertwined bodies.
The thin cocoon in Yan Guogong's palm swirled around Lin Lang's leg sockets, and a cluster of dark light slowly ignited deep in the bottom of his eyes. He was condescending and looked at the woman under him. The hair of black curly hair spread out in a magnificent manner.
It's clear and exciting.
Seeing him like this, Lin Lang was afraid to bend his legs.
Yan Guogong gave a smirk in his throat, and he was deep, "Your love is thousands of times in the past, and your ears are rubbing together. Your legs are as if they were growing on the waist of the husband, tightly clamped for the husband's soul. I can't wait to drown in it. What's wrong, now that you have your beloved Red Phoenix, this leg can't recognize the owner? "
Chi Fenghuang is a woman's nickname for the handsome little love lover. She spit it out from Yan Guogong's mouth. This nickname has a terrible smell for no reason.
Yan Guogong ’s eyes were narrow and long, and the dark and hot black pupil snapped the prey. "Unfortunately, your Phoenix is ​​a thin and fortunate son, otherwise why would he leave you and escape alone? If he is really brave, true love If you are important, you should be upright and face up with Weifu. Hiding behind the woman and asking for blessing, what is it like? "
Words are all words of utter conspiracy, quietly defeating his wife's psychological defense.
Lin Lang said nothing in silence.
Very slightly, moved the head of the bed to tie the belt around his hands.
The other side's belt's edge is hard, so it is firm without leaving a gap around the wrist, and soon swept a hot pain. The young lady of the aristocratic family is of nourishment and superiority. Lin Lang, who has a delicate skin and tender meat, can't stand half of the study, and can't stand this kind of punitive binding.
Yan Guogong's eyesight is good, and this subtle movement is included in his eyes.
Until now, she did not know to repent.
That man's weight in his wife is so important, so important that she can ignore her anger?
The rational string was provoked, and his patience was finally exhausted. In Lin Lang's exclamation, she lifted her thin waist with one hand, lowered her head, and her lips and teeth were entangled with her crazy.
Prior to this, perhaps it was related to the growing age and experience of men. Yan Guogong's kiss was restrained and implicit, as if treating a supreme treasure, grinding patiently and meticulously.
Unlike now, it is like a peerless beast suddenly out of the box after hungry. The man on the verge of being out of control breathed violently for a moment, and then disregarded any of her feelings. His tongue was like a thin, cold blade, driving straight into it, seeing the blood seal the throat, biting the warm fragrant jade in her red sandalwood.
Rampant, arrogant.
Almost unscrupulous.
Lin Lang was sucked and shuddered, his body wobbled and wobbled, and Yin Hong tassels wrapped around the delicate beads were also stuck to the cheeks, and his mind was full of blank and blank.
The big pliers like palms broke apart her closed legs and her knees squeezed into it.
Like an overbearing king, it is extreme and terrible.
The monarch wants to die, and the clerk has to die.
Lin Lang was so oppressed by him that he couldn't resist, so he whimpered thinly on his shoulders, his hands helplessly resting on the man's smooth shoulder blades. Yan Guogong untied the knot that tied her to the head of the bed, but did not relax Lin Lang's wrist and was still bound. He was so determined that he would teach her to taste torture.
Her husband's thin fingers were forcibly inserted into her black hair, thick, holding her head back, preventing her from leaving for half a minute.
The crying gradually became hoarse.
In the evening when Jinwu fell, the spring was deep, and the blood-red eyeballs of Shiyan Guogong slowly returned to normal clarity. He pulled out and lifted the black hair wrapped around his wife's narrow neck with one hand, and the palms were covered with fine sweat beads , The temples are slightly wet.
Lin Lang fainted, his wrists tightened, and he was tied to the head of the bed again.
Is this person addicted to playing?
"You let me go--"
It was originally a scream of resentment, but her cheeks were red and her voice became hoarse when she cried for mercy. This resentment represented a flamboyant sentiment and seemed very touching.
Yan Guogong glanced at the satisfied color in his eyes. He raised his hand and nodded his eyebrows, ignoring the seemingly arrogant anger. The man was the calm and reliable husband in memory, as if the rampant gesture just now was just an illusion. , Said with a smile, "It seems that the husband did not work hard enough, the wife did not faint."
After understanding what he meant, his wife was ashamed and annoyed.
Yan Guogong was interested in looking at her for a while before setting her wet hair on her forehead. She bare her chest, picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on, and calmed down the wrinkles on her clothes.
Lin Lang could only watch him shake his cuffs and leave with majesty.
The room was messy.
She stopped looking and focused on the bands on her hands.
I don't know when, a pair of red-scale boots stopped in front of the bed.
Lin Lang's struggling movement stopped, and she turned her head to look at the person. The other party changed her crimson clothes and was looking at her with a very complicated look.
On the ground were cracked dresses, some of which were torn apart, and even the thread inside came out. One can imagine the danger at that time.
The beautiful pear flower with tears was tied to the bed, and a pair of bright jade arms were exposed in the air, leaving the blue, purple and scary and terrifying.
Yan Zhaolie felt stung by the poisonous bee of the heart for several times, causing him to tremble with pain.
"What are you doing? See how miserable I've been hurt by you?" The indifferent female voice awakened people. "How, the miserable look of the concubine, but pleased the prince?"
He was rarely silent, and a small scimitar carved in the sleeve slipped out of his sleeve, cutting off the belt around Lin Lang's wrist. The tape was loose and rolled down on the pillow. He didn't need to look carefully. He also knew that the red skin was swollen and the shock was everywhere.
Lin Lang was tied too long, his hands were numb and lost consciousness, and he always maintained a stiff posture. Yan Zhaolie squeezed her thin red lips, said nothing, and reached out to rub it for her.
"Snapped--"
The result is being mercilessly thrown away.
"What are you doing now? Confession? Atonement?" Her ebony eyes were mocked coldly. "Put up your hypocritical face of alms, think about me as soon as you die, and don't have to cry and waste your mercy! I ’ve done everything, what else do I look for?
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"I didn't do it." He whispered.
It has always been the arrogant man of heaven. Yan Zhaolie was held up as soon as he was born. Where there is such awkwardness today, she was scolded by her head, but she dared not pay back.
Counseling like something.
Lin Lang made up his mind to splash the dirty water of the male host and bit him.
Otherwise, she wastes her advanced acting skills.
So he sneered, "Isn't there anyone else who is so full of you? You are not training in the barracks, but you ran to Baima Temple, you ran to the stall at the foot of the mountain, and your dad found me. You dare to say this Does everything have anything to do with you? "
Yan Zhaolie opened his mouth and was at a loss in her cold eyes.
"Don't talk, it's the default? Also, you were a betrayal, you didn't keep your promises, and you also saw your stepmother. The stinky mice in the gutter are better than you--"
Lin Lang was pressed under him again.
Only this time there was no arrogant plunder. The other party put her arm around her shoulder and touched her hair with one hand. The beautiful face was gently buried in the soft neck fossa. The breath she exhaled was deep and hot.
Judging from this kind of protective posture, Lin Lang knew that he had no ardent thoughts, but this did not prevent her from using the most venomous language to tie the other person's heart into a honeycomb. Can't wait to climb up? The grand father-in-law of the state is willing to fall down and have no face or skin to be a stepmother. Oh, I want to see, to what extent can you be guilty? "
The sneering made Yan Zhaolie suddenly raise his head, and his eyes showed blood.
He breathed a sigh of air and looked at people, "You say it again?"
Out of some kind of secret and overflowing pity, today's Shiziye softened his body in front of Lin Lang, cursing his noble head, which can be said to be humble into the dust. But no matter how he did it, he was also in his bones, especially when a woman pointed at his nose and scolded him for being cheap.
"It ’s OK to say it a few more times, you ’re a bone—"
The tail trembles, breaking like bubbles in the bright red lips of the youth. Her lip was bitten fiercely, and the strange smell of rust immediately filled her, and then his movements slowed down again, like a soothing, unexpected lingering.
Shiziye was originally angry, but he did not have the strong self-control of his father, and after a while, he surrendered. Where can I still ignore the vicious curse, just remember the softness of her lips and tongue, remember the tenderness of her skin, the big palm ape hugged her shoulders protruding down, and touched two shallow protruding shoulder blades.
Suddenly a chest pain, Lin Lang knocked hard with his elbow.
Yan Zhaolie woke up instantly and saw the hatred deeper in her eyes, with a sarcastic smile on her lips, "Do you still say you are not cheap?"
She rubbed her kissed red lips with her fingertips, as if it was a Jingtao.
Suddenly, Dai Jianer picked it up, and the charm was charming.
"Rong concubine reminded Shi Ziye, here, before a quarter of an hour, is your father's territory."
Shi Ziye's magnificent phoenix eyes gradually cast a dark shadow of anger.
His exposed emotions were condensed cleanly, and he stared blankly at people.
"So?"
The speed of the sudden face change made Lin Lang sigh.
Under deliberate maturity, the young Zhang Yang ’s son became more and more like an old man, and more and more like the deep, spooky and reckless regent king of the later city. Obviously he was just a low-key breathing bag, and he turned into a jackal, turning his eyes around and looking at people, planning how to break her bones into the abdomen.
"So, the concubine persuaded Shi Ziye to pick up his tail and be a man."
"If you don't want to be killed by your father--"
The one-handed method is to use the fire to stew.
Lin Lang smiled contemptuously at him.
She likes it very much.
The minister under the skirt, can you do it casually without a little blood?