At the moment he saw Mu Xiao Leng, Gao Leng felt as if the whole nerves in his body were tense, and he felt cold and numb behind his back. This is the feeling of being held by someone. This feeling is very uncomfortable.

There has been no news of Mu Xiaoleng for more than a week. He tried every means to retrieve the records at the airport. Mu Xiaoleng had gone to the UK, but he knew nothing else.

In the photo, Mu Xiaolen stood alone on the corner of the street, with the rain falling in the sky, she did not hit her umbrella, and stood there blankly.

"You threaten me?" Gao Leng raised his eyes and stared at Wang Hui. His eyes crossed. Yes, it's the man in black. It's these eyes. Even with brown sunglasses, Gao Leng can still realize it at a glance. Man in black.

The gaze of the man in black seemed to be very kind at first, but he looked in the depths, but it was unfathomable, and under the unfathomable there was some kind of calculation. This is the eye that people with experience and strength in the city will have.

...

A pink bed, pink sheets, pink sheets, pink hues in the room, and Mu Xiao Leng who was lying on the bed with a slightly pink complexion.

A head of hair was scattered randomly behind her, only to see her eyes closed tightly, frowning slightly, she was still not awake.

Hmm...Xiao Leng made a very comfortable sound. She arched her head into the quilt. After arching her body, she turned over and turned over. Half of her body was exposed and one leg was placed on the quilt. , The other half is inside the quilt.

She was wearing a pink suspender dress, her fair skinned arms, and her round and tender **** were exposed. I have to say that although Mu Xiaolen is not tall, she is quite predictable.

The thin place is thin, the fat place is fat.

If it weren’t because the face is very pure, the eyes are exceptionally clear, just looking at the body, this is the figure that many actresses who take the **** route want, this body is matched with Mu Xiaolen’s innocent face, and the **** degree of the body It’s lowered a lot, and it doesn’t make people feel sexy, but pure and cute.

Her main temperament is pure, which conceals the hotness of her figure. Only when she takes off her clothes and is in the room, can she see Xiao Leng's fire-breathing scene.

With such a body, it’s no wonder that after Gao Leng’s tossing almost non-stop all night last time, he also added repeated requests for the whole morning, but still didn’t feel it was enough, so that the petite and hot body was pressed under him, this kind of physiological And the psychological sense of conquest makes people want to stop, I am afraid that no one can eat enough.

Beautiful women who are thin in clothes, fleshy in undress, and have small but uneven skeletons, are natural aphrodisiacs and stimulants for men in bed.

The sleeping Mu Xiaolen's legs suddenly clamped the quilt tightly, and his slender legs curled up and tried to clamp the quilt deeper into his thighs a little more, and then a little more, the round buttocks twisted instinctively. , Let out a comfortable mutter again.

You can't hear it softly, softly, or if you don't listen carefully, but once you hear it, you will be completely overwhelmed. The dreams you have seem to be spring dreams.

Xiao Leng's white face began to glow pink, her breathing became quicker, her legs were clamped tighter, her small hands gripped the quilt tightly, her brows became more frowning, and her lips became ruddy.

The rapid breathing and occasional sounds make this quiet pink boudoir full of spring.

"Gao Leng... pain..." Mu Xiao Leng called out softly, suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up: "Brother Gao Leng, where are you going?!"

Chunmeng was gone forever, and woke up.

Mu Xiaolen, who was sitting on the bed, had her beautiful hair scattered, and her chest under the pink sling suddenly woken up and fell sharply together. A few strands of hair fell on the gully on the chest, which was full of femininity.

Yes, femininity, femininity is not clear, it is a kind of temperament, a kind of style. The previous Mu Xiao Leng didn't have such amorous feelings. All she had was sweetness. It seemed that after a night with Gao Leng, her temperament became more feminine.

Lazy, sexy, but still ignorant of a girl, not feminine, but a fatal attraction.

"It's so hot, why is it so hot..." After realizing that she was dreaming, Mu Xiaolen let out a long sigh of relief, stretched out her hand and dangled her hair, her face was shy and scared, she curled her body into the bed. Poke his hand down gently.

After probing, his face flushed even more.

"Did I pee? Why are the **** wet..." Xiao Leng tightly closed his eyes and shyly bit the corner of the quilt. After a while, he stretched out his arm, holding a pair of pink **** in his hand, and threw it away. To the head of the bed.

"Why do I have this kind of dream... I'm so ashamed." She lowered her head and lifted the quilt to look at her chest. She saw that her chest was white, but at this moment it was pink and there were some fine details. Sweat beads.

The whole body is very hot.

"That dream... so ashamed..." Mu Xiaolen's face showed a shy and regretful expression: "It would be nice if it could be done."

To finish dreaming, or to finish in dream, maybe it is both.

The young girl Huaichun is the most touching. At this time, Mu Xiaolen is so charming that people can't wait to meet all her wishes. The first of these is her wish to "finish".

"It turns out that a woman who becomes Brother Gao Leng, as long as she looks like that..." Mu Xiaolian tilted her head and covered her face with a quilt. Although there was only one person in the room, she was too ashamed: "Strange, why is that comfortable? What?"

A girl without personnel will never have such passionate dreams. At most, it will disappear after kissing. Why? Because I don't understand, even if I know the process of the matter, I still don't understand. I have never tasted the pleasure, so I don't worry too much.

Only after you taste it, you will be worried and need it.

And Mu Xiao Leng had obviously tasted it, the ability of high coldness was not comparable to that of ordinary men, although the first pain made her unforgettable, but the first surging made her unforgettable.

"Huh?" The quilt arched, and Mu Xiaolen moved a place. After a while, she stretched out her arms again, holding the pink sling she was wearing, and threw it under the bed: "The nightdress is also wet. ……How could this be……"

Xiao Leng rolled over and exposed half of his body again, but at this time he had no clothes on his body, and his white skin was slightly red, with a hint of desire, and he was anxious and did not know what to do.

This was the first time Mu Xiaolen felt the desire to roll in her body. This desire made her shy, but she felt more and more of a sense of belonging.

There is a sense of belonging to a certain man.

But this sense of belonging came, but was covered by deep disappointment.

"Brother Gao Leng, I miss you so much." From the quilt, there was a soft cry of Mu Xiao Leng, a little bit of sadness and helplessness, accompanied by the desire to roll in the body but nowhere to vent, permeated.

Boom boom boom, there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Miss Mu, I'm Lao Cao, open the door quickly. There is news about Secretary Mu's crimes on the Disciplinary Inspection Committee. Open the door.