Vol 3 Chapter 2075:

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Lao Rong Wang frowned, his face stubborn: "Do not try, how to know"
"But you can try this," said Lao Rong Wang Yu, who wanted to persuade again, but was interrupted by the indifference of Lao Rong Wang: "One will be a million bones. In this world, the emperor is not stepping on the blood sea corpse. Others on the throne can, I can, what is this little sacrifice?"
Wang Rong was desperate, and fell on the bed, covering his face and crying.
When Lao Rong Wang was bored, he slammed the door and chose the lily house he used to go to in the long string of small courtyards. He lived in his heart, Sayuri.
The young lily is 20 years old, the skin is white and beautiful, and the body is also good at the top, especially the scorpion, soft and charming, if you hear the voice of Sayuri, he seems to be able to throw away all the troubles.
Of course, these are not the places where Sayuri attracts him the most. His favorite is the work of Sayuri and the effort on the bed.
"Wang Ye, how come you are here, are you not going to stay in Wang Hao's courtyard today?" Sayuri quickly met, and the slim hand took off the outer blouse of Lao Rong Wang.
Here is Luobei. Although it is summer, it is still cool in the evening, but the lily is still only with tulle. The towering chest is wrapped under the tulle, and the purple grapes on the chest are faintly visible. Attractive luster.
Lao Rong Wang stretched his arms and held her on the chest. The other hand grabbed the abundance of her chest. She knelt twice and smiled lowly. "How can I not want this king to come to your hospital?"
Sayuri had a painful taste, but she also put on a very enjoyable expression. The eyebrows were boundless: "The king's slaves can't wait for the prince to come every day."
Lao Rong Wang quickly moved down with her waist and grasped her buttocks against her own cockroaches. The evil smiled and said: "I want to come to the king every day, or to think of the king every night."
Sayuri made a look of shyness and shook her hand to the chest of Lao Rong Wang. "You can be really bad," said Wang Ye.
Lao Rong Wang laughed and quickly lifted her to the warmth of the couch: "There is even worse, so that you can't survive, you can't die."
A tearful sound, the purple yarn wrapped in the lily of the lily was shredded by his pieces, thrown a place, under the soft candlelight, the snow muscles showed a faint pink color, and the scent of the sultry made him wait for it. Before rushing forward, the soft and fragrant body was pressed under the body.
After all, Lao Rong Wang is old, saying that a good three hundred rounds, but not enough one-third, will surrender.
When Lao Rong Wang rolled over and lay down, Sayuri’s body was called an emptiness. He was cool enough, but she was still far away, but she still showed a very satisfying expression in front of him. . .
"Wang Ye, do you have any troubles?" Xiaoli took a wet cloth towel and gently wiped her body for Lao Rong Wang. She saw his brow lock and asked in a timely manner.
Lao Rong Wang sighed: "You don't understand what your woman's family knows."
Sayuri smiled: "Wang Ye, although the slaves don't understand, but you are in the heart of the prince, it is also uncomfortable. It is better to say it and ask for a good time."
Lao Rong Wang was really flustered. He wanted to talk to Wang Hao. But Wang Hao looked like that, he knew that he was distressed by his son and granddaughter.
Lao Rong Dynasty Sayuri said: "This is a secret, the king said to you, you have to keep this secret for the king, otherwise"