Chapter 1522: Except Wushan is not a cloud 73

Chapter 1522, except that Wushan is not a cloud 73
When Joe squatted down a few steps, he felt that he was very top-heavy, and gasping became very difficult. When she finally walked down the stairs, she looked over at the Prince’s Highness and saw the altar of Prince Edward. There have been a lot of empty jars on the table.
Chaucer tightened his eyebrows and walked in his direction.
When he came to him, he stood at the table, licking his pale lips and looking at the imperial son of the drunken son, and his heart was hurting again and again.
Yanbian Mo seemed to feel that he was being watched. He picked up his cockroaches and saw Chaucer standing in front of him. He stared at her in a drunken manner, smiled slightly and smiled, and reached out to her.
He smiled very well and he reached out.
As soon as he first met, he fell in love with her at first sight and instinctively reached out to her.
The difference is that there is no such good night as that night.
At this moment, the outside is still a patter of rain, accompanied by a few stunned thunder, people's mood is also very heavy.
Chaucer saw his hand reaching for her, and his nose was inexplicable. Although he knew that His Royal Highness was drunk, he still gave him the hand as he first met.
She rubbed her hand and slowly tightened it in her palm, then pulled her over and hugged her legs, and stretched out a hand around her waist while still drinking.
Chaucer grabbed his other hand and stopped him with no strength: "His Royal Highness... Don't drink..."
The side of the side swayed and shook the wine cellar, and quietly watched her grasping the fingers of her hand. In the middle, she bowed her lips slightly.
晟 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 。 莫
But soon she caught the tears that she shed, only to find that her body temperature was much hotter than herself. She couldn’t breathe, she shed tears silently, but she never pushed him away from the beginning, let him Biting your own lips.
When she licked the tears on her face, she pushed her away and said that it was pushed open, but it didn’t make much effort. It just let Chaucer open from her body and picked up the wine cellar. Then drink, and lazily said nothing: "Don't bother the king."
Chaucer, whose lips were reddened, was forced to stand in front of him. His lips were still numb and he wanted to cry, but in the end he said nothing, silently sat down beside him, licking his red eyes. Staring at the side and watching.
晟 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫 莫Cool smiled, "What are you doing here?"
"Wait... Your Highness is finished." Chaucer said clearly in one word. Although he was sitting here cold and uncomfortable, he still refused to walk away.
He smiled softly and slammed the table with a wine cellar, with a ridiculous tone: "Joe you point your face?"
Chaucer sat there unscrupulously, letting him know how to marry himself.
"Not yet?" Bian Mo did not seem to be impatient, and his look gradually became gloomy.
Probably... I hate to see her and sit in front of me.
But... Chaucer really didn't trust his Royal Highness to drink like this, so he could only be with his cheeks, even if he wanted to drive himself.
But what she didn't expect was that, after a while, she couldn't help but throw the wine cellar in her hand, and licked her little hand and dragged it upstairs.
(End of this chapter)