Mei Gongqing: Querie??? fear???? 浜? 绔? ?? trickle? Raise???? f???

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Chapter 145 is the taste, the most difficult to dispel

Wang Hong’s left hand stretched out quickly, hugging Chen Rong’s xiao hand that stretched into his lower abdomen, but he just pulled that hand out of his clothes. Chen Rong's other xiao hand had already ripped open his shirt and buckled and pulled on the dogwood on the left side of his bore.

Looking at her wide-eyed eyes and the serious look of her eyelashes, it seems that she will not stop without buckling this thing out. Even if she served Yao again, her hands and feet were weak, and the hard pull action became a soft love.

Wang Hong put her right hand down on her face and pulled it down to the xiao hand who played nong in front.

He just clasped that xiao's hand, his mouth net covered his net, his tongue spit frequently, he was laughing and happily sketching his net line. The fragrant tongue was deeper and deeper at the moment, and deeper and deeper, and in a blink of an eye, he crushed his teeth and went into his mouth to chase his tongue.

This time, Wang Hong's breath is completely 1uan, his handsome face dodges from side to side, but the more he dodges, the more cherished Chen Rong is. She laughed gigglingly, while leaning her elbows towards his lapel.

Just for a while, Wang Hong's shirt has been ripped apart. Moreover, with the passage of time, his placket is more and more open.

Gradually, Wang Hong with his left hand and right hand, and 1uan with his hands and feet busy, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his face became more and more flushed. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore. Locking her hands together, Wang Hong hurriedly ordered: "Arong, stop and stop"

As soon as he drank, Chen Rong raised his head aggrievedly, and his watery eyes looked at him puzzledly. In addition to the charm, his eyes were accusations.

This kind of Chen Rong, even a fairy, is hard to resist. Wang Hong's breath took a few beats. He bit his silver teeth and stretched his hands together, clasping her arms tightly, locking them in his arms.

He was locked with such force. Chen Rong was very uncomfortable. She twisted her body. Now that she couldn’t use both hands, her xiao face rubbed against his mouth, rubbing and yawning. sound.

One drop and two drops of sweat oozed from behind Wang Hong's neck and slowly flowed into the collar.

His throat knot rolled, just as he gritted his teeth and tightened his arms again, a lowered laugh from the staff came from outside the car, "Lang Jun, the most affectionate beauty is the most irresistible. ?"

That staff member’s voice just fell, another staff member said: "Hey, this world really becomes fast, this is not a blink of an eye, my unpretentious Lang Jun, will follow Liu Xiahui."

After the words came out, a burst of laughter came down.

Wang Hongzheng was tormented by the warmly fragrant tenderness in his arms, and he heard these laughs and hummed.

As soon as the hum came out, the laughter became louder.

At this time, after snorting, Wang Hong in the carriage stretched out his hand and twitched the xiao mouth of the dogwood on his right side. But he was hugging her tightly, and when he released one hand, the body in his arms rubbed even more violently.

Wang Hong was helpless. He fell forward. After holding Chen Rong and falling in the carriage, he put his hands and feet together and pressed Chen Rong like an octopus firmly under him, making her unable to move.

At the hearing of the muffled noise in the carriage, everyone outside was startled, and in a blink of an eye, a guard smiled and said: "Lang Jun is so fierce."

Another person said seriously: "According to my glance, I am afraid I am not my Langjun."

When this remark came out, another strong, low-pitched laughter came.

In the carriage, Wang Hong no longer wanted to be angry, and he pressed firmly on Chen Rong's body. Now that she was no longer twisting, he bent his arms and slightly supported his upper body.

With his head down, Wang Hong looked at Xiao's blushing face, his eyes were silky, and he looked at him incomparably. . . . . . Her eyes are really unbearable. Wang Hong gritted his teeth, he lowered his head and pecked gently on her eyes, said in a low voice, "Arong, I'm really not a saint. If you do this again, I'm afraid I can't help it Now."

Speaking of this nickname, he couldn't help laughing. Bowing his head and letting the frontal side break down, Wang Hong floating on the tip of Chen Rong's nose, his voice hoarse and lonely in his hoarse voice, "Dun Lun is happy, this is a very beautiful thing... . I was wrong last time, I should use other methods."

Where can Chen Rong understand this? She just glanced at him grievously, and at him. . . . . .

The carriage is still moving forward steadily.

At this time, a guard whispered outside: "Lang Jun, there is yao."

The yao he said is a kind of relaxing, tired and sleepy yao. Although it can not solve the scent of yaoxìng, it can make people gradually fall asleep in fatigue.

The guard said that when he saw his own Lang Jun, he did not answer. After he was startled, he asked again, "Lang Jun?"

Wang Hong still did not answer.

He was pressing on Chen Rong, lowering his head, looking quietly at the twisting body, eyes looking at him with grievances through his eyes. Her eyes, such an expression, are extremely charming, and more importantly, deep affection. . . . . .

Wang Hong looked down for a long time, and for a long time, he whispered, "No more."

The guard was dumbfounded and was asking in detail. After a person around him glared at him, he came over and whispered, "Lang Jun is happy at this moment, you really don't know anything"

The guard’s eyes kept looking at the wagon in a silly way, muttering, "It’s just a fù person, in my capacity as Langjun, I want it if I want it, but don’t want it if I don’t want it. Don’t move her, and don’t release her. Really, it doesn’t seem to act like Lang Junping.”

The guard’s voice was so low that only the left and the right could hear them. At the moment, the two companions threw a contemptuous glance at him and shook their heads one by one.

In the carriage, Chen Rong was crushed by him, and he couldn’t move. She could only lift Xiao's face, and Xiaocha's cheeks were covered with netchao. With eyes boring like silk, Chen Rong whispered, "Qiro, I'm so hot."

Speaking out, Wang Hong's throat knot rolled.

He lowered his head, gently holding the tip of her nose, and said softly, "It's okay, I'll be with you."

The scent he exhaled made Chen Rong's xiao face even redder.

Her eyes were getting watery, and she looked at Wang Hong so eagerly, she muttered, "Lang Jun, Lang Jun... My Lang Jun."

While she called again and again, Wang Hong closed her eyes and stuck her face on her xiao's face. Listening to her whispering dang whispered in his ear, he sighed for a long time.

The sigh just came out, almost suddenly. He shifted his mouth, and the thin net blocked her xiao's mouth strictly, swallowing all her yín, murmured, tenderly attached, all swallowed into his belly .

Lilac vomits secretly, net tongue is fragrant, the taste is infinite here. . . . . .

Wang Hong has just moved away, Chen Rong has raised her head urgently, she muttered xiao's mouth on his thin net again, and after hooking the tip of his tongue, a groan of satisfaction from her throat yín.

At this time, a guard asked aloud: "Lang Jun, are you back home?"

No one answered.

The carriage stopped. After a while, the guard’s voice increased a little, "Lang Jun, return to the house?"

The sound awakened the two people in the carriage. Wang Hong gasped and raised his head, his eyes widening no longer clear, after looking at Chen Rong for a while. He closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes again, and his face was clear again. He stared at her, bo circling, his shadow, said slowly: "Go back to the West Mountain Taoist Temple."

. . . . . . "Yes."

After a pause, Wang Hongqingrun’s voice came again, "Go and say, those servants, also transferred back to Taoist Temple."

"Yes."

In response, the team turned.

The team couldn't walk a hundred steps and stopped after shaking twice.

Next, a delicate nv voice came from the outside, "But is Qilang here?" The voice was full of surprises.

Wait for the guards to answer, a man’s laughter came, "Are you actually meeting Qilang? Very good, very good."

As soon as this word came out, it was quiet outside. Then, a sound of neat and solemn calls came, "Have seen your majesty"

Your Majesty?

Wang Hong frowned slightly.

He stared at him, dressed in a robe and **** with Chen Rong of Daojiao, secretly thinking: I just met mr when I was out of here, and I met my majesty.

Know that Chen Rong is now the aunt given by His Majesty Chrysostom, and this gift was only a few days ago

Even if the top aristocrats who built Kangcheng don’t take this majesty seriously, they can be granted the power of monarchy, which has been the rule of the dynasty for thousands of years.

This superficial effort must be done anyway.

Not only him, even King Jiankang, he just secretly acted with momo. . . . . . This face-to-face slap in the face is a taboo in the aristocracy.

It seems that he was calculated.

Just in Wang Hong’s silence, another young man’s laughter came out, “It’s actually Qilang? Last time, it’s been a while. I wonder if Qilang still knows me?”

This voice is young and youthful~ IndoMTL.com~ is the best place to live with Your Majesty.

In the king’s laughter, another young man, Lang Lang, smiled and said: "A few days ago, I heard people say that Qi Lang came back. Hey, when Qi Lang came back, the nv Langs of the whole city would never look back. We took a look."

As soon as the voice fell, he laughed.

At this time, the delicate nv voice spoiled and softly called: "Qilang Qilang, why haven't you seen it yet?"

Listening to the sound of laughter outside, Wang Hong smiled, and he rolled his sleeves over Chen Rong's face. At the bottom of the big sleeve, the palm of the hand was pressed against Chen Rong's netbsp; just when his finger was pressed, the fingertips were warm, but it was Chen Rong with his finger, and gently sucked it up. . . . . . This action made Wang Hong tremble again.

He calmed down and sat up slowly.

Extending Bai Jing's slender left hand, Wang Hong slowly raised the curtain of the car.

Wang Hong’s face was 1ù, and the delicate nv sound was startled. She called with concern: "Qilang, Qilang, what's wrong with you? Blushing so far? The clothes are also Ling 1uan unbearable?" She looked away. Glancing to Wang Hongban's bore, his face could not help but be red.

Kao Rao has a blushing face, but the handsome young nv is still holding out his head, his eyes are brightly facing Wang Hong’s bore, and looking towards the carriage.

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