MTL - Pampered Fei Brimming with Cuteness-Chapter 1951 1960th, Extra 64

"Oh, my female worker, of course, is ‘your woman—’ If you change to a male secretary, is it ‘your man—’?”

Long Yutian’s face, stinking and stinking, can’t find any derogatory words to describe it. It can only be said from the teeth, the teeth and the teeth: “Feng, Meng, Meng!”

Feng Mengmeng seems to see the big BOSS's head is smoking~

But - I am afraid of you! Wusong can play tigers after drinking, I am a drunk mouse, but I still play with cats!

Feng Mengmeng snorted and prepared himself to be strong. He slammed from the grass and grabbed Long Yutian’s shirt collar.

"You still have reason! You can take 500 million to change your face, but for the 200,000, take me a little girl as a farmer ~ you are deliberately dripping!"

Feng Mengmeng does not know how he is in the present position.

She is sitting on the man's body, wearing her cheongsam, the movement is still somewhat inconvenient, slender legs, slightly clamped, put into a foreign character.

The sleek pink face, under the moonlight, reveals a light mist, and the look of the gods, the savage look, but also so fascinating -

Long Yutian was still depressed in the chest, and suddenly disappeared with her movements. Instead, she took her little hands in a very good mood, and put a prank on her mouth and kissed it gently.

"I knew that cocktails can be slow to respond to treatment, and this young master should have drunk you!"

Hey~ Feng Meng is sluggish! You are slow to respond, don't look at who is on the next, and dare to be so arrogant?

The feeling of turning the serf to sing is incredibly cool!

The cool collar of the big BOSS stunned the victory.

The cool cross-sitting on his body is countless countless counts of big BOSS~

A cool bit of dry mouth, eyes in the Venus, naked, a downturn, I fell asleep in the arms of the big BOSS -

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Long Yutian cautiously embraced Feng Mengmeng and thoughtfully covered her suit.

Looked at the bottle of grass, the amount - is to drink too much, the body is a lot heavy.

Feng Mengmeng was not safe enough to sleep. Suddenly he felt that his body was empty. She subconsciously reached out and hooked Long Yutian’s neck and rubbed his head. In his arms, he found the most comfortable. The posture, buried head and continued to sleep.

Curly eyelashes, blushing small face, cherry-like lips, and a little bit of water.

The well-behaved look, printed in the heart of Long Yutian, gradually raised a warm current -

It is like a vacant heart, and it is filled with something, so full and satisfying.

Drive her to the hotel, open a luxury suite and put her on the bed.

Feng Mengmeng’s cheongsam has some folds and a cocktail on the collar. Long Yutian hesitated for a moment, or she helped her to take off her cheongsam and put on a comfortable silk pajamas for her.

The sleeping Feng Meng is like a Barbie doll, and he enjoys the service of the big BOSS, but he doesn't know that this easy and easy change of clothes makes Long Yutian sweat.

Through her pajamas, her soft and delicate skin makes his heart beat faster and almost impossible.