Yan Zi Morton paused, and said, "Otherwise we'll get married, sign an agreement, and play each."

"No." Yan Ge refused to think about it: "If I get married one day, I still hope that I can find an old-fashioned old man. I can play casually before marriage, but not after marriage. Marriage is very solemn to me and I will not take it Be a guise of fun. "

Yan Zimo didn't speak anymore, he took a song to a hotel.

I opened the room for Yange in person and sent Yange into the room.

Entering the door, procrastinating, did not mean to leave.

Yange leaned obliquely at him: "Anything else?"

Brother Zimo didn't shout.

This woman.

When he was needed, he shouted at Brother Zimo. This was not necessary, and he immediately changed his face.

Yan Zimo didn't say anything. He walked to the sofa, leaned down, supported the back of the sofa with both hands, and circled the words on the sofa in his arms: "How about trying my life?"

The voice was low and dumb, although it was an abstinent face, but the slightly hoarse voice had a deceptive taste.

Yan Ge did not answer, and she raised her eyes to look at the features of the man in front of her.

He didn't show weakness under her fussy eyes, but raised one hand and began to unbutton his clothes. The buttons were unbuttoned three times, and the pectoral muscles were looming.

He continued to stay close to her until his face was not too close to her face, so he asked, "How?"

Yange reached out and poked him in the chest: "You can't."

She said without a change of face: "I like small puppies. Men like you are all wolf-like, not the taste I like."

"Little milk dog?" Yan Zimo raised an eyebrow. "Little milk dog will live well? Men still have wolf sex."

He curled her hair with his fingers, playing with Gogo, and her dark eyes seemed to be burning, staring at her: "What? Don't dare try it?"

He looked down so condescendingly, he already had a sense of oppression, and now he was so provocative that he seemed more imposing.

Yan Song was not weak at all. She lifted her delicate fingers and helped him to unbutton the unbuttoned buttons slowly.

From time to time, her hot fingers touched his skin, and if there was any trembling, his skin shuddered, and she felt that the place she touched was as hot as it was on fire.

His eyes grew hotter, and he stretched out his hands to pinch her wrists, holding her waist with his other hand and holding people directly in his arms, striding towards the bed.

Yange snatched his neck and laughed: "Brother Zimo, I don't like to eat grass on the edge of the nest, and I don't like people who have a business relationship with me in the future. Moreover, you have your apex and I have my little white face It ’s not like there ’s nowhere to vent **, it ’s not necessary. ”

Her voice was neither ill nor slow, her smile was overflowing in her voice, and her voice was already charming, softer and softer.

He threw her on the big bed, as if he hadn't heard her, and unbuttoned his clothes.

She was not afraid, with her head in one hand, watery eyes wide open, staring at those exposed chest skins, saying: "Brother Zimo, ** smoked heart, but taboo, you must think about it The consequences of going to bed. "

He put his hand on the waist of his trousers, knowing that her eyes were staring at his waist, but did not continue, but asked her, "What are the consequences?"

Yan Ge cast a wink at him: "I call the police, and we will lose both."