Chapter 57： Make the rogue so fresh and refined (2/2)

After all, I picked up Qiao Mu’s bag and hung it in the arms and walked toward the second floor.

Ji Su looked at the two beautiful women who were drunk and swayed, and they jumped straight. ”Rely! This is still not my site. I am the boss or he is the boss! How can this be called!”

In the south, I looked at the back of Xi Muqiao, and I was hooked with a good mood. ”Go away.”

”Oh, don't, help me get these two girls upstairs, others I don't trust!”

In the south, Motou did not return to swing his hand, leaving him a chic back.

”...”

As soon as he entered the room, Xi Muqiao pressed the small **** on the wall, hooked his long legs, and the door slammed shut, shaking the walls of the room.

The niche was something he had planned for a few days. When he took it to the wall and blocked it, he threw himself in his heart and a few words appeared in his mind.

Finally got on!

The heavy wine quickly spread in his mouth. He frowned, how much wine the little **** drank, and when she thought of her fascinating sight on the stage and the smirk of the dead, he was annoyed. , took a bite on her pink lips.

She shouted, ”Ah, ah, pain!”

When Xi Muqiao let go of her, she found that she was glaring at the eight-character eyebrows, her face was red, her eyes were full of mist, and she was a bit pitiful when she saw people.

His twilight was dark, and the breath of his throat was full of fire, anger, and other fires that were picked up by the little bastard. He pinched her chin and lifted it, rubbing her lips and gnashing her teeth.

”The waist is twisted well, then twist me to see.”

Feeling the man's anger, Qiao Mu shrinks his head, big tongue. Head, straighten his head, ”No, no, tired.”

Xi Muqiao was quickly killed by her confused appearance. He sighed twice and pinched her pink face, and couldn't put it down.

”You, who are you?”

Xi Muqiao pinched her face's movements, and her voice was low. ”I don't know her husband?”

Qiao Mu looked at him with his big eyes, and he snorted loudly. ”My husband, gry!”

Then sing a song, ”Myboyfriendisgry!”

The man's Zhang Junyi face suddenly became dark as carbon, and when he was angry, he pressed other fires down, Mom! He just had a sigh of ambience, and the soul of the little **** was so smashed.

He has a headache, and he usually confesses his eyes. Who makes himself look at such a small **** who doesn't understand romance.

He leaned over and his voice was confused. ”Mrs. I am not gry, you will know soon.”

Qiao Mu suddenly turned his head, and the white neck of the snow-white neck twirled pink, and the body shook involuntarily.

Xi Muqiao heard a numbness, and the blood of the room went straight to a place.