Chapter 2545 (1/2)

That night, the Xiao family stayed in the guest room of Bai's old house.

Maybe it's the old people who like to be lively. Maybe it's the Xiao family's father and son who are really good at coaxing people. In short, it is said that the old lady granted them permission to stay in the imperial capital for the first time.

Xiao Zhijun was so beautiful that he felt that he was one step closer to the road of the imperial capital.

This night.

Bai Yeyuan takes Xiao Ling back to the red chamber, and she can't wait to eat, dry, wipe and clean her.

She was wearing simple work clothes, which was a bit old-fashioned and boring, but in his eyes it was a strange feeling. When she was bullied on the desk, she even felt excited in the office.

Sweat wet cheek back, Xiao Ning can only tightly grasp his strong arm, can not help leaving a sharp scratch on his arm: ”slow Slow A little... ”

The sound is soft and glutinous, like glutinous rice just steamed through.

Bai Yeyuan's heart moved, but his action was more cruel. He wanted to kill her.

After that.

He stood on the balcony smoking a cigar.

After a while, he turned back to the half dead Xiao Ning on the bed and said, ”from now on, stay away from your cheap brother.”

Xiao Ling grabs the bed sheet to cover up her embarrassment. Damn it, after he had done it hard for a while, he actually used a moment of gentle torture for the first time, which made her unable to survive and die. She almost showed the most shameful side in front of him.

At the moment, her breath is not stable, it is not easy to cover up the palpitation of breathing, light back to him: ”why?”

Bai Yeyuan's face sank and said in a displeasure way, ”you still need to ask why you're using that kind of thing to do with your sister? You can't see that he wants to, up, you? ”

Xiao Ling gave a sad smile: ”nothing can't be seen, it's just like you.”

Same shameless.

Ha ha, I haven't seen the one who laughs at 50 steps.

Bai Yeyuan's atmosphere gradually cooled down. He put out his cigar and stepped in.

He stood at the head of the bed, holding Xiao Ling's chin in a condescending way. Every word, his voice was frightfully cold: ”it's not the same.”

Xiao Ling's heart trembled, and he didn't know why. He always felt that the eyes of the white night yuan were terrible.