The business car parked in front of the crew ended up not waiting for the passengers who were supposed to arrive. On the contrary, there are many more figures on the forest path leading from the crew to the hotel.

Although he was very skeptical that tomorrow would be the end of the world, or whether the little woman on her back would be ghosted, Zhao Yongqi finally couldn't bear to do something against her will to a beautiful woman who was injured and used a coquettish tone in every sentence. Because of this, this small road, which is often used by Zhao Yongqi as a night running road because there are not many pedestrians on weekdays, has become a passage for him to return to the hotel with Da Mumu on his back.

More than 20 bodyguards separated from Zhao Yongqi for more than ten meters, and even Park Suzy followed five or six meters away.

His Majesty the Emperor, who was dressed in a dragon robe, could feel the softness on his back with every step, and it was probably because of this wonderful feeling that was difficult to describe with pen and ink that Xiao Qige, who was incarnated as a werewolf, didn't care about the end of the world at all, and only thought about carrying a few more steps.

The little woman on her back was very quiet, if it weren't for the breath with a hint of blue fragrance, which came into Zhao Yongqi's nose from time to time, and even made him think that he was carrying an extra-large sponge.

Although I used to carry poplars around on the set, at that time, this little woman was always beating and biting, and all the means that could be used horizontally and vertically were used. Not to mention that he was so quiet as he was now, let him enjoy the soft friction of the two masses, even if it was to avoid being beaten, he had to run with all his strength to reduce the damage caused by the white jade skin steel core armor-piercing fist to himself.

As he walked, Zhao Yongqi probably felt that this silent atmosphere was too strange, and couldn't help but open his mouth to break the silence: "That, Sister Mumu, in fact, you are quite light, and you don't feel much heavier than Zhien and them." ”

"Nonsense, people are not heavy. The delicate tone reappeared, and even with a little bit of the resentment of a little woman when she was coquettish, "All day this woman, that woman's, you are carrying someone on your back now~~"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. Zhao Yongqi was busy admitting it, not because he was afraid of Da Mumu's iron fist, but because he hadn't adapted to this sudden change from a strong woman to a delicate woman.

But the little woman on the back didn't seem to want to let Zhao Yongqi go like this, she hugged her delicate body slightly, twisted her small body, and made the stimulation of the two huge things a little stronger, and then said in a shy tone: "Hmph, don't think that people don't know, it's not because you're willing to go back with people on your back...... Big pervert. ”

Zhao Yongqi wanted to cry. There is still such a thing in this world, and others meet their own requirements, but in the end, others are perverts......

"Sister Mumu must have a split personality, I'm going to take her to the doctor tomorrow, don't mind, don't mind. After completing the psychological hints to himself in his heart, Zhao Yongqi decided to follow Da Mumu's words and said in a joking tone: "Even if it is a male god, he is a man first of all." This kind of good health thing, naturally, the more the merrier, haha......"

"Bad guy~~" gently raised his hand and knocked on Zhao Yongqi's head, and the delicate and boneless voice sounded again: "Do you treat people as women on weekdays?"

"Why not!" Zhao Yongqi replied quickly, and said with a hippie smile: "Whoever wants to say that Sister Mumu is not a woman, she is either brainless or blind." ”

"Hmph, didn't you say that whoever marries someone is equivalent to marrying a mother. The voice with a little dissatisfaction sounded, but it was obviously supposed to be complaining and counting, but with the delicate and greasy voice, it seemed to be coquettish.

"That ......" licked his lips, letting the ** feeling on his body dissipate, and Zhao Yongqi said: "Mom is also a woman, right." ”

"It's going to be flamboyant all day long. The dissatisfied coquettish remark, but the little woman pressed her delicate body tighter, and even the mantis fell on the back of Zhao Yongqi's neck, and said softly: "However, people have always been very grateful to you, Brother Qi, thank you." ”

"Wait, wait...... Sister Mumu, I'm younger than you, right?" Zhao Yongqi, who almost didn't take a step to eat, was covered with white sweat.

The little woman lying on the back of her neck didn't mind at all, she breathed Ruolan, and let the sweet breath stimulate Zhao Yongqi's neck skin exposed to the air, and said softly: "Age is not so important, everything you do is like a strong brother, protecting your weak sister." ”

"Hiss......" Today's Zhao Yongqi didn't know how much cold air he had gasped, and he vomited in his heart with a bitter face: "Sister Mumu, Sister Mumu, if you are also a weak sister, what about the little bun? Could it be a weak girl?"

……

Click, after a soft sound, Zhao Yongqi, who turned on the ceiling light in the room, turned around cautiously, aimed Yangmu's delicate body at the soft big bed, and put it down gently, then turned around and wiped the sweat from his forehead, with a warm smile on his face, he just wanted to speak, but the star's eyes met the gentle water, as if with infinite and righteous beautiful eyes, and he felt that he couldn't say anything.

"Thank you. On the contrary, it was Yang Mu, who seemed to be unable to stand the star-eyed eyes, lowered his rosy pretty face slightly, and squeezed out two words from his charming red lips.

"It's okay, haha, it's okay. Zhao Yongqi, who finally came back to his soul, turned to Park Xiuzhi and said, "Xiuzhi, go to my room and bring my set of gold needles, and I'll prick Sister Mumu a few times." ”

"Well, Oba wait a minute. Park so-ji nodded, turned around neatly and trotted in the direction of Zhao Yongqi.

Regardless of whether tomorrow is the end of the world, or whether the charming little woman in front of him has a split personality and needs to see a psychiatrist, Zhao Yongqi settled down and walked to the bedside, and said with a warm smile: "Sister Mumu, I have to give you the blood alive first, and then prick the needle." Let's say okay first, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. ”

"Hmm. Yang Mu, who lowered his head and didn't know what to think, responded softly, but did not make any other movements.

Originally, I wanted Yang Mu to pull up the unchanged skirt by himself, but looking at the current appearance, it seemed that he wanted to do it himself, Zhao Yongqi no longer hesitated, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, turned his back to the little woman, pulled her skirt all the way up to his knees, drove the white jade-like beautiful legs to his thighs, and then began to gently rub them up with the technique he had already been used to.

At the beginning, I could still hear Yang Mu's slight whispering in pain, but after only a few minutes, the low cry with a bit of pain turned into a refreshing **.

Letting go of the jade legs that could control the beautiful legs, Zhao Yongqi, who turned around and was about to speak, found that the little woman who was sitting upright was blushing with a blush, raising her arm with a gentle movement, pinching her sleeve and gently wiping the fine beads of sweat on her forehead for him.

"Look at you, you're sweating again. Strangely gave Zhao Yongqi a charming white eye, but his slightly blushing pretty face had a look of infinite attachment.

"Shhh...... Sister Mu Mu is definitely going against the sky!"

This is Zhao Yongqi's thoughts after stupidly accepting a piece of tenderness......