Chapter 2884
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After the divorce, Huarong had a quiet life.
Until she called the bar in Liangcheng and said that someone was drunk and making trouble in the bar, arguing to see the owner of the bar.
It happened that Huarong had nothing to do that night, so she answered the phone and drove by herself.
She didn't expect that, leaning on the bar, the man who was drunk was Fengjin.
Feng's family plays an important role in Liangcheng. Fengjin's face is also a business card signboard in Liangcheng. No wonder he will call her here.
Who dares to do something to the little son of Feng family?
We have to turn to foreign aid.
Huarong walked in and saw the red face of Fengjin. It was the first time that she saw him drunk. This man who grew up under the conservative military education of Feng family abided by the rules brought by childhood education even when he was more presumptuous.
Drunk, of course, it's not suitable to be unified. The elder of Feng family knows that, but we should be punished.
"This is where the hooligan ran to my place to do business." Huarong smile Yingying walked over, relying on the bar, stretched out a hand to hook Phoenix brocade chin.
Feng Jin opened her drunken eyes, and her eyes fell on Huarong's face. A trace of anger flashed in her black eyes. She leaned over her head and quickly took a bite on Huarong's lips.
"Miss!"
The person in charge standing behind her gave a cry of fright.
Huarong waved her hand and pushed away Fengjin. She wiped her lips that were bitten red with her back. She said with great magnanimity: "it's OK!"
She raised her head and looked at the Phoenix brocade in front of her. He was looking at her angrily at the moment, and his ferocious expression seemed to eat her.
He hoarse voice, gnashing his teeth: "you dare to come..."
"Didn't you come to me?" Huarong smile lovely, "I came, you are not happy, is really difficult to serve."
Feng Jin gazed at her smile. It was the first time they met one week after their divorce.
Seeing her smile so happy, he felt wronged for no reason and began to feel sad.
He low way: "you left me alone."
Huarong listened, the smile on her face gradually converged. She gazed at him for a long time, then she gave a helpless smile and murmured: "what a little bastard I have done so many bad things. I don't reflect on them. I just stare at the bad things done by others. "
Fengjin looked at her wrongly, like a stray cat abandoned by its owner.
Feng Jin: "I apologize."
"I can't help apologizing." Huarong sighed, came to help him up, "some things are not so easy to calculate! Anyway, you'd better go home first. My grandfather knows you're drunk here. You'd better go back and kneel durian. "
Feng Jin is drunk and held by her. He can be called a cup of tea. At the moment, his mind is full of alcohol, and the whole person is only instinct.
He felt that the girl holding him was soft and smelly. He could not help but lean towards her to kiss her.
Huarong didn't expect that Fengjin was so bold and unrestrained when he was drunk. He was itching at the same time and wanted to laugh, "if you move your hands again, I will leave you regardless."
He heard the speech, and raised a pair of wet eyes to look at her, like a dog scolded by the owner.
Huarong couldn't help touching his face, so he took the opportunity to kiss him on his fingertips.
"It's so sticky..." She couldn't help laughing. She pulled people out of the bar, opened the door, took the man to the co pilot and tied him up with a seat belt.
Feng Jin in the car is not honest.
Huarong opened a section of the road, was harassed really can not open, stopped at the roadside, turned his head, pretended to be angry at him: "you dare to touch me again, I will send you back to your home. I don't care if my grandfather teaches you a lesson
Feng Jin was also angry: "you are cruel to me."
Huarong said with a smile, "what's wrong with you?"
"Only my wife can attack me."
"Ouch," Huarong said with a smile, "I dare to take advantage of my mother when I'm drunk."
Feng Jin found that she couldn't say anything about this woman. She was so angry that she began to take off her seat belt.
"Well, you do..." Huarong looked at his action and was scared. She was afraid that he would run away from the car. This big man was drunk in the street. She really wanted to call the police. She reached out and pressed Fengjin's hand, and the other party shook her with a backhand, and pulled her from the driver's seat. A trace of ominous premonition flashed in Huarong's heart. The next second, the man's hot fingers stroked her leg from under her skirt.
"Hiss -"
Huarong's muscles are tight.
Feng Jin's fingers are not his face, which is delicate and soft. He was born in the army. He had been in war. He had been in the army. Even after he had been discharged from the army for so long, his rough palms were still pretty and tender.
As soon as he touched it, she got up with goose bumps all over her body. She slipped down like loach and was about to get out of Feng Jin's arms.Feng Jin was drunk, but he was not very comfortable with his strength. Seeing Huarong, he wanted to escape. He subconsciously pulled the person over and let her sit on his legs.
"You fuckin '" Huarong wants to scold his mother.
The man's lips with the smell of wine fell on her neck. His lips were hot and soft, and fell on her skin. It almost melted her body temperature.
Huarong choked by this sweet torture, and did not know whether to enjoy or to escape.
The man's finger reached in from behind her, untied her bra button, and her black lace bra was relaxed by the man, and then she fell all the way to the elbow along the lines of her arm.
She raised her head and looked at the man's eyes with deep desire. The dark eyes were burning like a small fire, which was amazing.
It's not about him anymore.
Huarong's reason reminds her that her body subconsciously wants to get out of the man's arms.
"Well, er..."
Her back was touched by his palm, her chest was pressed to Feng Jin's face, separated by a thin layer of cloth, her chest felt a touch of moist warmth.
She looked down and saw under her white shirt, the trace of being licked by Phoenix brocade. There was a faint and ambiguous pink coming out of the white transparent cloth, like the color of some berries.
Rao is a bold and calm face, and now also feel a little bit too much.
Her white cheek slightly red, in this narrow car, because of this unintentional move of Feng Jin, and feel confused.
He was so drunk that he probably didn't know what he was doing.
If she had some sense, she should push him away now, rather than let him do what he wanted.
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After the divorce, Huarong had a quiet life.
Until she called the bar in Liangcheng and said that someone was drunk and making trouble in the bar, arguing to see the owner of the bar.
It happened that Huarong had nothing to do that night, so she answered the phone and drove by herself.
She didn't expect that, leaning on the bar, the man who was drunk was Fengjin.
Feng's family plays an important role in Liangcheng. Fengjin's face is also a business card signboard in Liangcheng. No wonder he will call her here.
Who dares to do something to the little son of Feng family?
We have to turn to foreign aid.
Huarong walked in and saw the red face of Fengjin. It was the first time that she saw him drunk. This man who grew up under the conservative military education of Feng family abided by the rules brought by childhood education even when he was more presumptuous.
Drunk, of course, it's not suitable to be unified. The elder of Feng family knows that, but we should be punished.
"This is where the hooligan ran to my place to do business." Huarong smile Yingying walked over, relying on the bar, stretched out a hand to hook Phoenix brocade chin.
Feng Jin opened her drunken eyes, and her eyes fell on Huarong's face. A trace of anger flashed in her black eyes. She leaned over her head and quickly took a bite on Huarong's lips.
"Miss!"
The person in charge standing behind her gave a cry of fright.
Huarong waved her hand and pushed away Fengjin. She wiped her lips that were bitten red with her back. She said with great magnanimity: "it's OK!"
She raised her head and looked at the Phoenix brocade in front of her. He was looking at her angrily at the moment, and his ferocious expression seemed to eat her.
He hoarse voice, gnashing his teeth: "you dare to come..."
"Didn't you come to me?" Huarong smile lovely, "I came, you are not happy, is really difficult to serve."
Feng Jin gazed at her smile. It was the first time they met one week after their divorce.
Seeing her smile so happy, he felt wronged for no reason and began to feel sad.
He low way: "you left me alone."
Huarong listened, the smile on her face gradually converged. She gazed at him for a long time, then she gave a helpless smile and murmured: "what a little bastard I have done so many bad things. I don't reflect on them. I just stare at the bad things done by others. "
Fengjin looked at her wrongly, like a stray cat abandoned by its owner.
Feng Jin: "I apologize."
"I can't help apologizing." Huarong sighed, came to help him up, "some things are not so easy to calculate! Anyway, you'd better go home first. My grandfather knows you're drunk here. You'd better go back and kneel durian. "
Feng Jin is drunk and held by her. He can be called a cup of tea. At the moment, his mind is full of alcohol, and the whole person is only instinct.
He felt that the girl holding him was soft and smelly. He could not help but lean towards her to kiss her.
Huarong didn't expect that Fengjin was so bold and unrestrained when he was drunk. He was itching at the same time and wanted to laugh, "if you move your hands again, I will leave you regardless."
He heard the speech, and raised a pair of wet eyes to look at her, like a dog scolded by the owner.
Huarong couldn't help touching his face, so he took the opportunity to kiss him on his fingertips.
"It's so sticky..." She couldn't help laughing. She pulled people out of the bar, opened the door, took the man to the co pilot and tied him up with a seat belt.
Feng Jin in the car is not honest.
Huarong opened a section of the road, was harassed really can not open, stopped at the roadside, turned his head, pretended to be angry at him: "you dare to touch me again, I will send you back to your home. I don't care if my grandfather teaches you a lesson
Feng Jin was also angry: "you are cruel to me."
Huarong said with a smile, "what's wrong with you?"
"Only my wife can attack me."
"Ouch," Huarong said with a smile, "I dare to take advantage of my mother when I'm drunk."
Feng Jin found that she couldn't say anything about this woman. She was so angry that she began to take off her seat belt.
"Well, you do..." Huarong looked at his action and was scared. She was afraid that he would run away from the car. This big man was drunk in the street. She really wanted to call the police. She reached out and pressed Fengjin's hand, and the other party shook her with a backhand, and pulled her from the driver's seat. A trace of ominous premonition flashed in Huarong's heart. The next second, the man's hot fingers stroked her leg from under her skirt.
"Hiss -"
Huarong's muscles are tight.
Feng Jin's fingers are not his face, which is delicate and soft. He was born in the army. He had been in war. He had been in the army. Even after he had been discharged from the army for so long, his rough palms were still pretty and tender.
As soon as he touched it, she got up with goose bumps all over her body. She slipped down like loach and was about to get out of Feng Jin's arms.Feng Jin was drunk, but he was not very comfortable with his strength. Seeing Huarong, he wanted to escape. He subconsciously pulled the person over and let her sit on his legs.
"You fuckin '" Huarong wants to scold his mother.
The man's lips with the smell of wine fell on her neck. His lips were hot and soft, and fell on her skin. It almost melted her body temperature.
Huarong choked by this sweet torture, and did not know whether to enjoy or to escape.
The man's finger reached in from behind her, untied her bra button, and her black lace bra was relaxed by the man, and then she fell all the way to the elbow along the lines of her arm.
She raised her head and looked at the man's eyes with deep desire. The dark eyes were burning like a small fire, which was amazing.
It's not about him anymore.
Huarong's reason reminds her that her body subconsciously wants to get out of the man's arms.
"Well, er..."
Her back was touched by his palm, her chest was pressed to Feng Jin's face, separated by a thin layer of cloth, her chest felt a touch of moist warmth.
She looked down and saw under her white shirt, the trace of being licked by Phoenix brocade. There was a faint and ambiguous pink coming out of the white transparent cloth, like the color of some berries.
Rao is a bold and calm face, and now also feel a little bit too much.
Her white cheek slightly red, in this narrow car, because of this unintentional move of Feng Jin, and feel confused.
He was so drunk that he probably didn't know what he was doing.
If she had some sense, she should push him away now, rather than let him do what he wanted.
After the divorce, Huarong had a quiet life. Until she called the bar in Liangcheng and said that someone was drunk and making trouble in the bar, arguing to see the owner of the bar. It happened that Huarong had nothing to do that night, so she answered the phone and drove by herself. She didn't expect that, leaning on the bar, the man who was drunk was Fengjin. Feng's family plays an important role in Liangcheng. Fengjin's face is also a business card signboard in Liangcheng. No wonder he will call her here. Who dares to do something to the little son of Feng family? We have to turn to foreign aid. Huarong walked in and saw the red face of Fengjin. It was the first time that she saw him drunk. This man who grew up under the conservative military education of Feng family abided by the rules brought by childhood education even when he was more presumptuous. Drunk, of course, it's not suitable to be unified. The elder of Feng family knows that, but we should be punished. "This is where the hooligan ran to my place to do business." Huarong smile Yingying walked over, relying on the bar, stretched out a hand to hook Phoenix brocade chin. Feng Jin opened her drunken eyes, and her eyes fell on Huarong's face. A trace of anger flashed in her black eyes. She leaned over her head and quickly took a bite on Huarong's lips. "Miss!" The person in charge standing behind her gave a cry of fright. Huarong waved her hand and pushed away Fengjin. She wiped her lips that were bitten red with her back. She said with great magnanimity: "it's OK!" She raised her head and looked at the Phoenix brocade in front of her. He was looking at her angrily at the moment, and his ferocious expression seemed to eat her. He hoarse voice, gnashing his teeth: "you dare to come..." "Didn't you come to me?" Huarong smile lovely, "I came, you are not happy, is really difficult to serve." Feng Jin gazed at her smile. It was the first time they met one week after their divorce. Seeing her smile so happy, he felt wronged for no reason and began to feel sad. He low way: "you left me alone." Huarong listened, the smile on her face gradually converged. She gazed at him for a long time, then she gave a helpless smile and murmured: "what a little bastard I have done so many bad things. I don't reflect on them. I just stare at the bad things done by others. " Fengjin looked at her wrongly, like a stray cat abandoned by its owner. Feng Jin: "I apologize." "I can't help apologizing." Huarong sighed, came to help him up, "some things are not so easy to calculate! Anyway, you'd better go home first. My grandfather knows you're drunk here. You'd better go back and kneel durian. " Feng Jin is drunk and held by her. He can be called a cup of tea. At the moment, his mind is full of alcohol, and the whole person is only instinct. He felt that the girl holding him was soft and smelly. He could not help but lean towards her to kiss her. Huarong didn't expect that Fengjin was so bold and unrestrained when he was drunk. He was itching at the same time and wanted to laugh, "if you move your hands again, I will leave you regardless." He heard the speech, and raised a pair of wet eyes to look at her, like a dog scolded by the owner. Huarong couldn't help touching his face, so he took the opportunity to kiss him on his fingertips. "It's so sticky..." She couldn't help laughing. She pulled people out of the bar, opened the door, took the man to the co pilot and tied him up with a seat belt. Feng Jin in the car is not honest. Huarong opened a section of the road, was harassed really can not open, stopped at the roadside, turned his head, pretended to be angry at him: "you dare to touch me again, I will send you back to your home. I don't care if my grandfather teaches you a lesson Feng Jin was also angry: "you are cruel to me." Huarong said with a smile, "what's wrong with you?" "Only my wife can attack me." "Ouch," Huarong said with a smile, "I dare to take advantage of my mother when I'm drunk." Feng Jin found that she couldn't say anything about this woman. She was so angry that she began to take off her seat belt. "Well, you do..." Huarong looked at his action and was scared. She was afraid that he would run away from the car. This big man was drunk in the street. She really wanted to call the police. She reached out and pressed Fengjin's hand, and the other party shook her with a backhand, and pulled her from the driver's seat. A trace of ominous premonition flashed in Huarong's heart. The next second, the man's hot fingers stroked her leg from under her skirt. "Hiss -" Huarong's muscles are tight. Feng Jin's fingers are not his face, which is delicate and soft. He was born in the army. He had been in war. He had been in the army. Even after he had been discharged from the army for so long, his rough palms were still pretty and tender. As soon as he touched it, she got up with goose bumps all over her body. She slipped down like loach and was about to get out of Feng Jin's arms.Feng Jin was drunk, but he was not very comfortable with his strength. Seeing Huarong, he wanted to escape. He subconsciously pulled the person over and let her sit on his legs. "You fuckin '" Huarong wants to scold his mother. The man's lips with the smell of wine fell on her neck. His lips were hot and soft, and fell on her skin. It almost melted her body temperature. Huarong choked by this sweet torture, and did not know whether to enjoy or to escape. The man's finger reached in from behind her, untied her bra button, and her black lace bra was relaxed by the man, and then she fell all the way to the elbow along the lines of her arm. She raised her head and looked at the man's eyes with deep desire. The dark eyes were burning like a small fire, which was amazing. It's not about him anymore. Huarong's reason reminds her that her body subconsciously wants to get out of the man's arms. "Well, er..." Her back was touched by his palm, her chest was pressed to Feng Jin's face, separated by a thin layer of cloth, her chest felt a touch of moist warmth. She looked down and saw under her white shirt, the trace of being licked by Phoenix brocade. There was a faint and ambiguous pink coming out of the white transparent cloth, like the color of some berries. Rao is a bold and calm face, and now also feel a little bit too much. Her white cheek slightly red, in this narrow car, because of this unintentional move of Feng Jin, and feel confused. He was so drunk that he probably didn't know what he was doing. If she had some sense, she should push him away now, rather than let him do what he wanted.
