Chapter 565: Face

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The voice is clear and the eyes are stunned.
The illusion is eating, and it is so sharply asked by Jimo that I think of the lingering days and nights because of her new brewing spirit...
Suddenly the cheeks were red, almost smashed, and the eyes were full of sorrow, and the eyes were slanting at him. "You can eat well, and you can eat this..."
At the end of the ink, the joy of the thin lips, sings, "What do I mention? There is a good feast, how can there be no spirits? Where do you want to go?"
"You!" The illusion of the face is shameless, that is, nothing.
Her male is more and more like to tease her.
Exercise, let's stay a little!
The illusion was not willing to go down the wind. She really took out the spirit wine jug, but did not hand it to Jimo, and crossed him, opened the window around him...
"Ink Big Brother, you have worked hard, this pot of spirits for you to drink, don't give up!"
Ink 4 had been scented by the spirits of the speeding car, and the saliva was flowing. He was swallowing water. At this moment, he saw the hip flask. He was very eager to pick it up. He wanted to pick it up and wanted to pick it up...
However, he saw the hard-pressed expression of the younger master who was crossed. He didn't dare to pick it up!
Positive color, "Thank you for the good lady's good intentions, but the driving is not good, and I am in the heart."
Who knows that the illusion is directly in his arms, and he smiles at his friendliness. "You are welcome, you have worked hard. Before the public sons, you have to do your best to protect them. I thank you."
Hey! How perfect is this, how beautiful!
Ink 4 moved, less Lord, how did you find such a perfect little lady, Mo Si felt that he had to live up to the Lord, he had to turn into the arms of the little lady, ah no, kneel.
Ink 4 suppresses a turbulent soul, and when the eyelids are taken up, they are rushing to the end of the ink, that is, Moya looks at him like a smile...
Then, the big hand took the illusion and swallowed it, and slammed the window.
The sinister look of ink is very hard, and now it’s good. Anyway, my own master has already offended. This spirit does not drink white, so drink it happily!
The illusion of fascination was taken in by the end of the ink, and whispered, "You can treat the subordinates like this, everyone is human rights?"
Jimo did not say much to her, the star-like eyes had a charming smile, and she took her on his long legs and leaned over to press her lips. "Do not give this son a spirit." Drinking alcohol, drinking you is the same..."
The illusion turned a few times. "Hey, how can you do this... um..."
This git, not only the mouth, but also the hand moved.
Habitually touched her waist.
After a while, the illusion was kissed and panted, and he said, "Give, give spirits..."
Jimo is satisfied with the heart, and the incense is also stolen, and the spirits are also there.
This little thing has been tossed by him for three days. With her cultivation as physical strength, it is the limit. I have to restrain myself in these days, let her take a good rest for a few days, and then not later.
When the illusion was revealed, she let go of her. The two men sorted out the messy clothes and started eating again.
When eating, the illusion is several times to take the eyes of the ink, the heart of the belly, the handsome, while eating and kissing, so do not pay attention to things, you also come to work, more and more no more fucking!
Say good cleanliness?
I have fed the dog!
At the same time, the heart is sweet and not to be absent, the male does not despise her so much, this red fruit is the true love for her wow... so shy, look face. (Friendly reminder, Yan Yan's flower disease is getting more and more serious, accompanied by intermittent narcissism, terminal illness, no doctor! Please understand this terminally ill patient!)