Chapter 2957
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Feng's mother was furious: "Phoenix brocade!"
Feng Jin stepped forward and turned a deaf ear to his mother's anger, and said coldly, "I went upstairs."
It's just a shame to clean up such treachery.
Feng's mother took up her sleeve and was about to clean up her little son. Huarong held her, "Auntie, don't, I'll persuade Fengjin."
Feng's mother looked at the face of "virtuous and virtuous" in front of her, and took a look at her rebellious son. She had a strong sense of unreal.
Is she dreaming?
Is Huarong such an understanding woman?
"Fengjin." Huarong chased the past, jiaosheng way, "you wait for me, why are you walking so fast?"
Feng Jin Ying Qi's eyebrows fiercely wrinkled a few times, quickened the pace, and threw the Huarong behind him.
Huarong looked at his back, secretly laughed a few times, followed in the Fengjin behind a meter, not slow to follow.
Feng Jin went into the bedroom and dragged his coat.
He has been in a bad mood these days. He has been drinking to relieve his worries. He also has the smell of wine, which is mixed with the smoke of the bar. It's not very good.
He didn't have time to take a bath last night, and he was a little overwhelmed by the smell on his body.
Standing in the room, she was about to take off her shirt when Huarong opened the door and came in.
The little woman with bright eyes came in barefoot, her long hair curled up and fell on the scarlet silk nightdress. The red and black were distinct, which set off her temperament and skin color.
He found that this nightdress on Huarong's body was his favorite one. His mind flashed. He had pressed the nightdress on the wall, and then slowly lifted up her skirt to run through the picture of her throat tightening.
"Fengjin." Huarong is like a cat like drilling in, snow-white slender bare feet stepped on the gray floor, the visual effect is strong.
There was a vague smile in her voice. She called him soft and sweet, like some kind of hint All of a sudden, he was dragged into the ambiguous mood of two people mingling a while ago.
"You're so late. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
She came up to him and complained softly.
He smelled the faint fragrance of her skin care products.
This silk flavor is like a flash of lightning to drag him out of the ambiguous atmosphere deliberately created by Huarong.
Feng Jin gnawed his teeth and said, "liar! You have a good sleep Even when I get up and go downstairs, I have time to apply skin care products in the bathroom!
A closer look, it is found that Huarong's skin is delicate. The skin maintained by the lady's brand can't even see any pores. It is in strong contrast with his bearded appearance.
What's the appearance of being alone in an empty room?
Thinking of this, Fengjin is like a cat whose tail has been trampled on. She gets more and more angry and pushes the face of the flower away, "get out of here
Turn around and go to the bathroom.
Huarong was about to approach when she found a "click" sound. Feng Jin locked the bathroom door.
Tut, like a yellow flower girl.
Huarong patted the door: "Fengjin, open the door."
Feng Jin ignored her.
"If you don't open the door, I'll come in."
Fengjin is like a cat with hair exploding. She looks at the door lock with her tail up and looks at the face of the flower. She doesn't know what method to use. The door handle turns around and opens the door easily.
She stood at the door with a smile. The pink mole at the end of her eyes was very angry. She shook the key on her hand, "did you forget that there is a spare key in the room?"
"Alas." Looking at Fengjin Tieqing's face, Huarong sighed, "don't be angry. Didn't I apologize to you? Don't be so mean. Forgive me
Feng brocade facial expression gloomy looked at her for a while, gnashing teeth: "no sincerity."
"No sincerity?" Huarong squinted, dropped the key on the ground, gently pulled the belt with her finger, and the red silk bathrobe fell from her body to her feet like running water.
Yingbai delicate body, in the bathroom, the light is bright, white as if in the light.
Feng Jin stares at her.
The woman didn't wear underwear!
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Feng's mother was furious: "Phoenix brocade!"
Feng Jin stepped forward and turned a deaf ear to his mother's anger, and said coldly, "I went upstairs."
It's just a shame to clean up such treachery.
Feng's mother took up her sleeve and was about to clean up her little son. Huarong held her, "Auntie, don't, I'll persuade Fengjin."
Feng's mother looked at the face of "virtuous and virtuous" in front of her, and took a look at her rebellious son. She had a strong sense of unreal.
Is she dreaming?
Is Huarong such an understanding woman?
"Fengjin." Huarong chased the past, jiaosheng way, "you wait for me, why are you walking so fast?"
Feng Jin Ying Qi's eyebrows fiercely wrinkled a few times, quickened the pace, and threw the Huarong behind him.
Huarong looked at his back, secretly laughed a few times, followed in the Fengjin behind a meter, not slow to follow.
Feng Jin went into the bedroom and dragged his coat.
He has been in a bad mood these days. He has been drinking to relieve his worries. He also has the smell of wine, which is mixed with the smoke of the bar. It's not very good.
He didn't have time to take a bath last night, and he was a little overwhelmed by the smell on his body.
Standing in the room, she was about to take off her shirt when Huarong opened the door and came in.
The little woman with bright eyes came in barefoot, her long hair curled up and fell on the scarlet silk nightdress. The red and black were distinct, which set off her temperament and skin color.
He found that this nightdress on Huarong's body was his favorite one. His mind flashed. He had pressed the nightdress on the wall, and then slowly lifted up her skirt to run through the picture of her throat tightening.
"Fengjin." Huarong is like a cat like drilling in, snow-white slender bare feet stepped on the gray floor, the visual effect is strong.
There was a vague smile in her voice. She called him soft and sweet, like some kind of hint All of a sudden, he was dragged into the ambiguous mood of two people mingling a while ago.
"You're so late. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
She came up to him and complained softly.
He smelled the faint fragrance of her skin care products.
This silk flavor is like a flash of lightning to drag him out of the ambiguous atmosphere deliberately created by Huarong.
Feng Jin gnawed his teeth and said, "liar! You have a good sleep Even when I get up and go downstairs, I have time to apply skin care products in the bathroom!
A closer look, it is found that Huarong's skin is delicate. The skin maintained by the lady's brand can't even see any pores. It is in strong contrast with his bearded appearance.
What's the appearance of being alone in an empty room?
Thinking of this, Fengjin is like a cat whose tail has been trampled on. She gets more and more angry and pushes the face of the flower away, "get out of here
Turn around and go to the bathroom.
Huarong was about to approach when she found a "click" sound. Feng Jin locked the bathroom door.
Tut, like a yellow flower girl.
Huarong patted the door: "Fengjin, open the door."
Feng Jin ignored her.
"If you don't open the door, I'll come in."
Fengjin is like a cat with hair exploding. She looks at the door lock with her tail up and looks at the face of the flower. She doesn't know what method to use. The door handle turns around and opens the door easily.
She stood at the door with a smile. The pink mole at the end of her eyes was very angry. She shook the key on her hand, "did you forget that there is a spare key in the room?"
"Alas." Looking at Fengjin Tieqing's face, Huarong sighed, "don't be angry. Didn't I apologize to you? Don't be so mean. Forgive me
Feng brocade facial expression gloomy looked at her for a while, gnashing teeth: "no sincerity."
"No sincerity?" Huarong squinted, dropped the key on the ground, gently pulled the belt with her finger, and the red silk bathrobe fell from her body to her feet like running water.
Yingbai delicate body, in the bathroom, the light is bright, white as if in the light.
Feng Jin stares at her.
The woman didn't wear underwear!
Feng's mother was furious: "Phoenix brocade!" Feng Jin stepped forward and turned a deaf ear to his mother's anger, and said coldly, "I went upstairs." It's just a shame to clean up such treachery. Feng's mother took up her sleeve and was about to clean up her little son. Huarong held her, "Auntie, don't, I'll persuade Fengjin." Feng's mother looked at the face of "virtuous and virtuous" in front of her, and took a look at her rebellious son. She had a strong sense of unreal. Is she dreaming? Is Huarong such an understanding woman? "Fengjin." Huarong chased the past, jiaosheng way, "you wait for me, why are you walking so fast?" Feng Jin Ying Qi's eyebrows fiercely wrinkled a few times, quickened the pace, and threw the Huarong behind him. Huarong looked at his back, secretly laughed a few times, followed in the Fengjin behind a meter, not slow to follow. Feng Jin went into the bedroom and dragged his coat. He has been in a bad mood these days. He has been drinking to relieve his worries. He also has the smell of wine, which is mixed with the smoke of the bar. It's not very good. He didn't have time to take a bath last night, and he was a little overwhelmed by the smell on his body. Standing in the room, she was about to take off her shirt when Huarong opened the door and came in. The little woman with bright eyes came in barefoot, her long hair curled up and fell on the scarlet silk nightdress. The red and black were distinct, which set off her temperament and skin color. He found that this nightdress on Huarong's body was his favorite one. His mind flashed. He had pressed the nightdress on the wall, and then slowly lifted up her skirt to run through the picture of her throat tightening. "Fengjin." Huarong is like a cat like drilling in, snow-white slender bare feet stepped on the gray floor, the visual effect is strong. There was a vague smile in her voice. She called him soft and sweet, like some kind of hint All of a sudden, he was dragged into the ambiguous mood of two people mingling a while ago. "You're so late. I've been waiting for you for a long time." She came up to him and complained softly. He smelled the faint fragrance of her skin care products. This silk flavor is like a flash of lightning to drag him out of the ambiguous atmosphere deliberately created by Huarong. Feng Jin gnawed his teeth and said, "liar! You have a good sleep Even when I get up and go downstairs, I have time to apply skin care products in the bathroom! A closer look, it is found that Huarong's skin is delicate. The skin maintained by the lady's brand can't even see any pores. It is in strong contrast with his bearded appearance. What's the appearance of being alone in an empty room? Thinking of this, Fengjin is like a cat whose tail has been trampled on. She gets more and more angry and pushes the face of the flower away, "get out of here Turn around and go to the bathroom. Huarong was about to approach when she found a "click" sound. Feng Jin locked the bathroom door. Tut, like a yellow flower girl. Huarong patted the door: "Fengjin, open the door." Feng Jin ignored her. "If you don't open the door, I'll come in." Fengjin is like a cat with hair exploding. She looks at the door lock with her tail up and looks at the face of the flower. She doesn't know what method to use. The door handle turns around and opens the door easily. She stood at the door with a smile. The pink mole at the end of her eyes was very angry. She shook the key on her hand, "did you forget that there is a spare key in the room?" "Alas." Looking at Fengjin Tieqing's face, Huarong sighed, "don't be angry. Didn't I apologize to you? Don't be so mean. Forgive me Feng brocade facial expression gloomy looked at her for a while, gnashing teeth: "no sincerity." "No sincerity?" Huarong squinted, dropped the key on the ground, gently pulled the belt with her finger, and the red silk bathrobe fell from her body to her feet like running water. Yingbai delicate body, in the bathroom, the light is bright, white as if in the light. Feng Jin stares at her. The woman didn't wear underwear!
