Chapter 802： Yang Meizhen warehouse red apricot (1/2)

Is he not leaving? Doesn't it mean that Guo Liqing invited him to go home to eat? How did you get along with Yang Meizhen of this wind? Or to say... he was here to sneak, the previous excuse was just to perfuse his father, just to cover up his next affair with Yang Meizhen?

Then his mind is too deep!

Liang Rukang turned to look at Su Nianci, only to see that she was also surprised to see herself, full of horror, apparently did not know that Tianlong and Yang Meizhen were together.

”People miss you.”

Yang Meizhen glared at the neck of Tianlong, her face was affectionate, her voice was so greasy as the spring water, and the plumpness of the boy’s strong chest.

Tianlong kneaded her fat buttocks and whispered: ”I miss you too.”

Yang Meizhen smacked a small mouth and screamed at him. He said, ”You don't want me at all. I haven't come to find someone for so long. I am sure to be with the nurses of Kanghua Hospital every day. It is Su Liqing. Not?”

At the end of the day, the woman's voice has a bit of sourness and resentment, because she also knows that Qin Keqing's weight in Tianlong's heart is not what she can compare, so she can only say that Su Shiqing is going to vent her dissatisfaction.

”Jealous?”

Tianlong slightly stunned his throat and smiled slightly.

”Well! I am jealous! Where can I wear a nurse's uniform than she is?!”

Yang Meizhen licked her red lips, her eyes were wet and she was sobbing.

Tianlong smiled and said: ”Pure Qing sister is really charming, handsome, handsome, especially the pair of strong and full of twin peaks, soft and comfortable to play, endless aftertaste, it is really unbearable.”

In the face of this situation, Tianlong not only did not say anything, but praised other women. For a time, Yang Meizhen felt that her chest was sour and her heart was mad. The sweet words were like a sharp knife stabbing her heart, so that the fog in her eyes accumulates more and more.

I am too old, or am I not sexy? Is it... I really can't compare with young people...

Just when Yang Meizhen was self-pity and grievances, Tianlong suddenly turned around and let her heart tremble, raising her head.

”But she is beautiful, then sexy, in my heart...”

in my heart? What is in my heart...

Listening to the soft words of the big boy, Yang Meizhen suddenly realized that she was becoming very nervous, as if she had caught the heartstrings, the heart thumped and thumped, the palm of her hand was full of sweat, and her eyes were looking at him for a moment. . She has a kind of hunch, a hunch that makes her heart hit like a deer, sprouting in her heart, can make her touch, fascinated, and addicted...

Tianlong reached out and gently lifted her sleek chin. The eyes were like water, and she gazed softly at her face. She said: ”You are more mature and sexy, especially now wearing a nurse uniform.”

Then, finally overflowing from the big boy's red lips. There are only a few words, ordinary and simple, no modifiers, and no excessive rhetoric, but like a burning flame, instantly melting the woman's soul.

You are more mature and sexy, she can never compare with you!

For a moment, Yang Meizhen felt that her heart was drunk, and melted with the simple words of this sentence. It was crisp and sweet, and the great joy was like the gushing spring filled with the soul. The feeling was like Tianlong for the first time. Like her, let her be like a cloud, touching.

”You... you lied...”

After a long while, Yang Meizhen came back with a sigh of relief, moved and sweet crying with a little vibrato, glamorous face with a touching blush, but her eyes looked at him for a moment without blinking.

The glamorous women are rarely emotional, and they rarely get out of control. They are usually dressed in a strong coat, pretending to be inviolable. Yang Meizhen is such a woman, a strong man in the workplace, strong inside, can face this big boy, all this has changed, he is like a kind of deadly magic, can always make her emotional out of control in a few words.

”Really.”

Tianlong will hold Yang Meizhen in her arms and bite her white ears. She said: ”I like your gentleness. It always melts me. I like your way, it makes me intoxicated. I also I like your voice because it makes me fascinated.”

The warmth of the honey language is like a spring rain that can't be opened in the woman's ear, sweet as honey.

”You... you are numb...”

Yang Meizhen is full of blushing, low-pitched, but can't hold the color of joy.

Looking at the woman's shy appearance, Tianlong laughed and plunged into her ear and continued: ”I still like your son, full of plump, still like you, your waves, like you swaying and eating me, I like you fat and juicy.”

At the end of the day, his hand has touched the woman's back and gently slipped.

That is her sensitive belt.

”You... you hate it!”

Seeing that the big boy is more and more vocal, Yang Meizhen has been shy and red-faced, and the watery spirits are covered with a layer of fog, swaying with the spring waves, towering and fat and rushing, undulating with the white milk waves.