A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife

  The adjutant said last time that the person who confused him and Wu Hao is a man! ****I put four buns! When it moves, it still falls, so he wants to verify it now.

   "Pop." Zhao Meng withdrew his hand and pulled it toward his face.

  She gritted her teeth and yelled at him: "Don't ask, you shameless!"

  Zhao Meng stomped angrily and ran forward, swearing that he would never ask for it again! This bastard, pervert! Kill a thousand knives.

   "Hit me?" Mo Qiu reached out his hand and touched his face, looking at her leaving figure.

  The air is filled with the smell of earth.

  He strode forward, without saying anything, he lifted her up and threw her on his shoulder! The big palm clasped her hips, and without a word, she carried someone into it.

   "Don't ask, you bastard, you let me go! I don't care about you!" Zhao Meng felt that if he cares about him, he will collapse.

  Why did he touch her **** and still commented on her elasticity?

  Being seen, how can she live?

  "Please brother." At this time, a bodyguard came out to patrol, saw him, greeted him, pointed at Zhao Meng and said, "This clay figure looks very real, please, when will you pinch one for me?"

  Pinch one? Zhao Meng stared straight in front of her eyes, really wanting to stun herself with a punch.

  "This kind of elasticity and realness is hard to pinch!" Mo Qiu said.

   "Yes! Please go slowly." The bodyguard said, and went to patrol.

  Zhao Meng was carried on his shoulders, her head lying on his back, her hair scattered! She clenched her fist hard and pulled it toward his waist.

   "Pop." Mo Qiu was pumped by her, he stretched out his hand, and his big palm fell on her hip!

  Zhao Meng's whole body is petrified, Moqiu's hand fell on her hip, and she squeezed gently: "Stop making trouble."

   "Don't ask, you touch me..." Zhao Meng looks like he has a few catties of explosives in his body, and wants to die with him! Never be soft.

  Don't ask for anything else, lift your foot, kick open the door, throw your foot back, reach out and lock.

   "Ah." Zhao Meng was thrown on the sofa by him. He bullied him forward, kneeled in front of her, and held out his hand to cup her face.

   "Zhao Meng, I miss you."

  Five words, let her be taken aback! I don't know if he is telling the truth or not.

   Just now, I obviously didn’t want to recognize her, and said she was a copycat. Did you miss her this time?

   "Hmm." Zhao Meng was stunned and did not return to his senses, Moqiu's lips lied to her, covering her, constantly sucking! The big palm followed her back and slowly moved to her chest.

  "Hmm." Zhao Meng struggled constantly when she saw this. Moqiu's hand went into her clothes and touched the mud on her hand.

  Don't beg to stop the hot kiss, raise his hand and look at it.

   "Uh." Zhao Meng also looked embarrassed, and saw Mo Qiu put his hand in front of his nose, sniffed lightly, and said to her, "Even the mud on your body smells fragrant."

   "...vomit." Zhao Meng couldn't help but want to vomit, God! Please save her.

  Looking at Moqiu's narcissism, Zhao Meng wanted to be invisible, so he went away in stealth!

"Zhao Meng, you touch here." Mo Qiu reached out and clasped her little hand, letting her touch her chest, rubbing constantly: "Do you feel it? I see you as if you have a heart attack! Don't stop jumping."

  Zhao Meng's face turned black as he listened to him.

   "Touched the muscles of one hand." She said in a deep voice, and she could feel his heartbeat when she touched it?

  I saw her and had a heart attack? This description is absolutely absolute.

   "Want to see?" Mo Qiu listened, lowered his head and the evil was in front of her, raising his eyebrows in temptation.