The doctors who have been treating the body of Yan Ge for the past ten years are obviously more excited than Ning Jin.

These doctors shouted miracles in their mouths and looked at Yange's expression. They could not wait to decompose Yange into research.

Yan Ge was tossed in the hospital most of the night, fell asleep, and went home when he woke up.

Not only went home, but also in the arms of Ning Jin.

It wasn't slick, anyway, and some clothes were hanging.

The man held her hands up and down, whispering in his mouth: "Xinxin, Xinxin ..."

Of course, she did not forget to kiss her face and neck during the period.

Before Yan Yan opened her eyes, she was thundered by Ning Jin's voice.

It always felt that his voice calling her name was very silvery.

What happened after she slept for ten years?

How can you turn an abstinence president into an indulgent man who will insult others?

When Ning Jin kissed Yange's lips again, Yange opened his eyes and stared at him.

Ning Jin: ...

His gaze on Yange, his hands kneading on Yange's chest became a rock for a second, and it was laborious to retrieve it.

The next moment he seemed to react, and withdrew his hands and feet, rolled over on the bed, and ran towards the bathroom.

Yan Ge kept staring at his **** egg disappearing behind the bathroom door, before he realized it later and thought of something.

When she was looking for clothes in the cabinet in the daytime, the two large cabinets were full of clothes she could wear.

However, there is a small one next to the large one. She opened the cupboard, which was full of women's **** clothes.

Seductive attire of various uniforms.

She was still very surprised at that time, thinking that Ning Jin secretly bought it back and wanted to take time to play with her.

Later, when I heard the servant's words, I guessed that those clothes were props played by Ning Jin with other women. Thinking of what Ning Jin had with other women in her bedroom, she suddenly felt that the lower limit was refreshed again.

But now, looking down at his own equipment, Yange suddenly had a bolder guess.

Raised his hand and pulled the black ribbon that could not cover anything.

Yan Song raised his eyebrows.

Ning Jin was a man who really surprised her.

This man, for ten years, has it been like this to her?

Words of Song: ... the thought of this, her body's hair was upright, she didn't know whether she should feel honored or disgusted.

The sound of water in the bathroom kept ringing, and the sound of whirling never stopped.

Yange and so on.

She was full and she didn't sleepy at all. She wanted to see how long the bath in the bathroom was going to take.

When I was waiting, I was bored, and I sang the song, and when I saw that there were 300 Tang poems written on the surface of the bed, I took a look at them.

Where are the 300 Tang poems.

Obviously it is an upgraded version of the overbearing president who falls in love with me and other novels.

Very yellow and violent.

This man hasn't given up novel addiction for ten years?

very good, very powerful!

So these **** outfits he did on her, are they imitating the president's text?

What authors are most afraid of writing novels, the most afraid is that those who read novels are too serious, too competitive and naive.

For example, cucumber is an indispensable prop in Huang Huang's novels, but once this thing is used in reality, it can really make people tear in a minute.

Yan Ge was a bit creepy, would Ning Jin also have her brain exhausted and experimented with her body?