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Seeing Feng Ling's grinding, the three fat people were anxious, and couldn't help but say: "Usually this Feng Ling is quiet, only when he is on the training ground, he looks like a man, he is better than anyone else, but now he really treats himself as a woman after changing into women's clothes? Go quickly, you, what is the embarrassment of being a man! The boss is so strict, it's rare for him to have such a fun today! I didn't see the boss and didn't refuse? I can sit on the boss's lap, and we hundreds of brothers will you, okay?"

"If you're envious, you can also change into women's clothes and sit on it now!" Han Jin said with a smile.

Three fat: "...... I can't wear it!"

"Isn't there another size XXXL one? ”

"Damn, it's not that I lost, now the person who is being fined for drinking is Feng Ling!"

Xiao Xu smiled and scolded: "You don't have to clear up the relationship with yourself, it should be said that even if you lose and now let you change into women's clothes and feed the boss wine, the boss is estimated to be willing to punish himself for a hundred glasses than let you sit on his lap!"

"That's it, if you sit down, I'm afraid the boss's legs will be crippled!"

Three fat: "......"

The crowd began to laugh again.

Here, Feng Ling had already picked up the wine on the coffee table, poured a glass, and then turned his eyes to Nan Heng, who was always sitting there silently, but with a pair of black deep eyes that were always staring at her, walked over, glanced at his strong thighs under his black shaped pants, did not sit down, only handed the wine to him, and said respectfully: "Boss." ”

Nan Heng's cold eyebrows were slightly raised, he didn't take the wine, and he didn't move, he just looked at her coldly and coldly.

"......Shh

Everyone kept coaxing, Nan Heng never spoke, Feng Ling's eyes swept around the crowd, and silently remembered the most serious people today, next time on the training ground, she would definitely not be polite, and she would definitely kick him until he was so swollen that his parents couldn't recognize him when he came home.

Nan Heng obviously saw that Feng Ling was silently and obviously holding a grudge at this moment, he lightly swept over the crowd that was still coaxing, and finally his eyes fell on the "young man" who was holding a wine glass in front of him.

Seeing that he really couldn't hide, Feng Ling had to cater to everyone: "Okay, I'll sit." ”

After the words fell, Feng Ling sat directly on Nanheng's lap, tugged at his lips at the same time, and then pulled away a smile on his face, and put the glass of golden and translucent wine to his lips.

She raised her eyebrows in an instant and looked at her man up close and blinked, and said loudly, "Boss, drink well!"

The audience burst into laughter and cheers.

Nan Heng was cold and a little evil, and gently hooked the corners of his lips, and the hand that was originally casually on the back of the sofa was taken down directly, and naturally put it on her waist, as soon as this hand touched her waist, his eyes stared at her face.

Usually looking at the appearance of wearing a battle uniform, it seems that there are still some muscles and some small and strong looks, but now the waist touched by his hands is slender and soft, as if it is not the same thickness as the one she usually sees, the man's fingers are caressing her waist, like teasing and deliberately teasing, Feng Ling originally thought that she could leave immediately after feeding, but the hot palm on her waist that belonged to the man made her hair gradually stand up.

"What should I say?" The man's palm stroked her waist, and then gently rubbed it back and forth with his fingertips, and at the same time, the voice was also hoarse, almost close to her ear, and there was a little warm breath in the clear breath that made people's ears itch.

Feng Ling clenched the wine glass in his hand, and continued to smile at the corners of his mouth: "Uncle Li, you drink well~" This time she directly pinched her throat and spoke, which sounded fake and thin.

There was another burst of laughter, apparently very satisfied with the scene, whistles and cheers one after another.

"Why is the waist so thin? It's usually like this?" Nan Heng ignored everyone, and when he stroked Feng Ling's waist, he inexplicably seemed to be addicted, feeling that his two hands were just casually closed, and he could almost trap her entire waist between her fingers

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