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The so-called "seduction, lure", uh, is actually the seventh day of the first month to treat someone as a soft mattress, and he is lying on his body very comfortably.

For such a thing as a human flesh cushion, Jian Yiyang is naturally very happy.

As she lay on top of her, her big palm was caressing her bulging belly, stroking it for a while.

When the phone rings, ignore it and have no intention of answering.

Chu Qi twisted his waist and rubbed his calf with his foot, "The phone rang." ”

"Hmm. After a light response, there was no follow-up, and there was still no intention of answering the phone.

"Answer the phone. Seeing that he was still holding her, he didn't mean to let go, Chu Qi wanted to turn over and go down, but he stopped him.

"Lie down!" pressed her man with one hand, and reached for the bedside table with the other, grabbing the phone.

Take a look at the caller ID, the concise phone number.

Jian Yiyang subconsciously frowned.

Regardless of displeasure, but he still picked up the phone, "Hey." ”

"Yiyang, come over quickly, something is wrong. Jian Minghui's eager voice sounded in his ears.

"Any big matter, with my aunt here, are you afraid that it won't be solved?" Jian Yiyang said coldly.

"No, I can't solve this matter!" Jian Minghui said again in a hurry, "Lan Xiyu climbed into your father's bed, such a big thing, you have to come back quickly, this is ......"

"What's the use of telling me about this? You should tell his wife. That's it, I'm busy. After speaking, he didn't give Jian Minghui a chance to speak, and hung up the phone directly.

threw the phone on the bedside table, and continued to hold the seventh day of the first month as if nothing happened.

Jian Minghui's voice was a little loud, and it was difficult to hear it in the seventh year of the junior high school.

Therefore, every word she said was heard clearly in the seventh day of the first month.

Cautiously turned over and fell down, lying on his side, and then the person lay on his side, looking at him in disbelief: "Really?"

Qu finger scraped the tip of her nose, and smiled with a doting face: "What is true or false?"

Chu Qi crossbowed his nose, looked at him and said with a serious face: "What I just said on the phone!"

The long arm stretched out and hooked, fished her back into his arms, and said softly: "You don't care if he's real or fake, it has nothing to do with us anyway." It's still early, and I'll go to bed again. ”

He raised his head again and continued to look at him with curious eyes: "You really don't care?"

His hands were held on her face, and the corners of his lips hooked a sexual and sensual arc, "Seven, I'll take care of you." ”

The teeth bit lightly on his palm, and he smiled like a flower: "Dare to make such a big fuss yesterday just for today's incident?" Hey~" Somewhat helpless, some regretful and a little disappointed sighed and shook his head.

"Sigh what?" said his thumb rubbing his thumb against her chin.

"I am sympathetic to Lan Xiyu. Chu Qi looked at him and said truthfully, "I guess I don't know who designed it until now!"

Well, in fact, she doesn't know who designed Lan Xiyu.

Jian Tingting?

No way, that's her dad.

Lan Muge, that's even more impossible.

Could it be Jian Minghui?

But what did she do it for?

What good will it do her to send Lan Xiyu to Jian Mingchao's bed?

Confused.

"Seven, the person you should be sympathetic to right now is me. When the words fell, Chu Qi's hand was surrounded and placed where it should have been.