Chapter 1145: Your legs are sour, it’s difficult, I hold you

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"Now standing naked in front of me, I know what code you want to wear." Mobson's eyes moved, locked in front of Huang Ling's fierce.
Naked?
Huang Ling was shocked and quickly looked down.
Uh... she is really naked, standing in front of him.
They were naked last night and slept for one night.
"Ah..." Huang Ling was ashamed, holding her chest-colored hand, grabbing her chest and rushing into the bathroom.
The way of escaping, like a bunny, was so cute that Mobson couldn’t help but laugh.
Huang Ling slammed and pushed the door.
Mobson smiled low. "Stupid girl, naked into the bathroom, not the same naked out?"
There is a cloakroom where you can put on clothes in the cloakroom and wash.
Mobson shook his head helplessly, helping her take the clothes store and a set of women's sportswear.
Then go to the bathroom and knock on the door.
After Huang Ling rushed into the bathroom, she found that she only took the tattoo and did not take any other clothes.
She can't, go out wearing a tattooed chest? That picture... very weird.
Would you like to ask Momo to help her get the clothes in?
Will he deliberately tease her and let her go out?
She stood there, groaning, not washing.
When she heard the knock on the door, she slammed a scream.
"Clothes." Nor did she use her to open the door, and Mobson pushed the door in.
He gave her the clothes, his eyes just a glimpse on her, and then gently touched her head. "Come on, I am waiting for you."
Huang Ling took the clothes and nodded: "Well."
Looking at the figure that Mobson went out, Huang Lingmo, Momo is so embarrassed? Not adjusting ~ play her a few words?

"Mu brother, I really can't run." Two laps in the playground of the community, Huang Ling could not stand.
Panting, tired and tired.
She stopped, bent over, and held her legs in her hands, where she gasped.
The throat is like a hot, and the chest is burning like a fire.
Mobson, who was running in front, heard her words, stopped, turned and stood there, watching her like a king.
Huang Ling looked up and pleaded: "Can I sit down and take a break?"
"No," Mobson said faintly.
"My legs are soft..."
Mobson looked at her legs and her legs were really shaking.
"I was letting you brake urgently last night, but before I braked, I tried to cooperate with you. I am hurting there now, my legs are sour..." Huang Ling looked pitifully at Mobson: "And, My fingers are also sour."
Mobson raised his eyebrows and sneaked a slap in the face.
He expected her to be healthy and eager, but she forgot that she was still hurt -
Mobson came over and hurt her, but her mouth hit her: "How big is this playground? Can't stand it in two laps?"
"I am a sore leg." Huang Ling grabbed Mobson's arm and used his physical strength to stand up straight.
"How long have we been running? The two laps have not been together for eight minutes. How do you insist on two hours?"
"Two clocks? Let me run for two hours?" Huang Ling was amazed. Didn't that mean her life?
Mobson smiled low and hugged her: "Stupid woman, not letting you run for two hours, is to let you enjoy two hours under me."
Huang Ling listened and his face looked awkward.
"Mu brother, many people look at us." Huang Ling glared at Morrison's clothes: "Let me let me go, I will go by myself."
"They love to look at it, you have a sore leg and you have a hard time."