Chapter 325： Lin Tianlong fights to save the godmother (1/2)
”Yeah”
At the same time, the red-haired woman’s head and the soles of her feet leaned back, trembled and swayed three inches from the tabletop, and her whole body was like a gold ingot hanging over the table.
The feet of the table keep moving, the spring water is flying all the way, the more inserted, the more fierce, the more bananas the woman, the faster the table moves.
”boom!”
Finally, the Eight Immortals table slammed into the wall. The waist of the red skirt was on the table. It was almost at the same moment when the round table hit the wall. She was in a coma, and she was unconscious in the bliss, while Lin Tianlong was bombing and lasing. And out.
”Dragon, what are you doing? Bastard, down!”
At this time, the wooden house door was pushed away, and Yang Shimin was flushed. In addition to his anger and dissatisfaction, he was also ashamed of three points.
”Daddy, I am not hurting you!”
Lin Tianlong was a big guilty conscience, as if the husband who had stolen it was raped by his wife in bed, followed by a sly smile and used to dispel Yang Shimin’s anger.
In this case, Yang Shimin sees Lin Tianlong to mention the previous things, and even deliberately in front of her face, will slowly pull out from the red skirt women, sturdy and thick, hard and smooth, wet and slippery The prestige did not diminish, and Yang Shimin’s heart was trembled. When he was shy and tweaked, he said, “Oh, Tianlong, little bastard, don’t wear the pants!”
The scene of the former wooden house corner is still floating in Yang Xinmin's heart. She is as shy and soft as she seems to have changed.
Ecstasy shot from Lin Tianlong's eyes, he stood up, slowly pushing Yang Shimin, said: ”Good god, I am still very uncomfortable, give it to me!”
At the most suitable moment, Lin Tianlong launched a storm.
”Dragon, don't, have been wrong before, can't go wrong, how can you be worthy of your work?”
”Daddy, this is not a mistake. Men and women love, this is a matter of righteousness, I must take you from the cognac.”
Lin Tianlong grabbed Yang Shimin's waist and scorned his clothes. He saw the tulle that was previously destroyed by him, and Yang Shimin's gently fluttering.
Lin Tianlong, the little bad guy, was so bold, threatened to grab his dry wife, but this moment was heard in Yang Shimin’s ear, but his heart was sweet.
The lyrical silk is filled with the body of the rouge and strong horse, and the strong body is soft under the gaze of Lin Tianlong.
Just as Tian Lei was about to hit the ground fire, Yang Shimin’s mind suddenly became tight, and an irritability suddenly rose from Yang Shimin’s mind. The contradictory thoughts seemed to be like a flying flame, and magnified her wildness.
”puff!”
One voice, when Yang Shimin was so up to the extreme, the wildness ignited the anger, but she did not take out the hatchet this time, but the backhand hit a punch.
”Bad boy, don't think I let you go, let's count the new account with the old account!”
Lin Tianlong had some sneer at the beginning, but when the powder punched and screamed, his face changed greatly. He knew that Yang Shimin was not half-truthful this time, and he just vented in the red skirt woman. He was beaten by powder and he fell to the ground.
After the powder boxing, Lin Tianlong’s screams pierced Yang Shimin’s ears, which surprised her heart, like a needle punching a fist, and fluttering to Lin Tianlong.
”Dragon, Tianlong, don't scare me!”
”Daddy, you are so fierce, really hearty!”
Lin Tianlong pretended to be pitiful.
For the first time, Yang Shimin’s life was eager to tears, and she cried: ”Dragon, I don’t know how to do it. Are you hurting? Look at the injury?”
Lin Tianlong’s five senses trembled and suddenly shouted: “Hey, it hurts, godmother, I am hurt here!”
”Where? Let me go! Stinky boy!”
Lin Tianlong Bridge Yang Shimin's jade hand touched the wound, and the anxious Yang Shimin stared at it, and he found that the hand was actually wearing a red light.
Yang Shimin’s face was red, and she suddenly understood it. Although she was squeaky, she did not force herself to break free. Instead, her palm trembled and her grip was stronger. The feeling on her hand was really good. The palm seemed to be bounced off. Almost dazzled her head. Gently rubbing the epidermis, immediately heard the big boy's little bad guy's rapid breathing, like the happy man's happy expression, frowning, slightly open his mouth, keep breathing.
The thing jumped like that, struggling, with heat, and slipping into the delicate hands of Yang Shimin with fire, she couldn't help but pinch.
”Little bad guys, fainting the red dress woman, it's still so hard.”
This made Yang Shimin suspect that her husband, Secretary Jun, was hard to come back when he was young, but he felt that his husband, Si Junfeng, had never been so hard when he was a honeymooner. The big boys should be so hard. Yang Shimin clenched the dragon and let his beating pulse smash her palm. What a hot thing.
Her caress must make her son feel comfortable and happy. His hand holding the mother's waist was almost stopped.
The gasping is increasing. The dry son stretched out his body, no longer sitting, but lying to her side.
He straightened his legs and made him feel restrained. Yang Shimin gently dried his son's blood: he relieved this constraint.
The dry son's face was hot and hot at her neck, and the rapid breathing brought a string of hot and hot breath on her neck.
”Daddy.”
The dry son called her low and her hands increased her strength.