Looking at the bottle of foreign wine, Xiao Mohan's silent black eyes fell on his palm, looking at the bracelet and the pendant on it, which made him frown.

"This is ......" Xiao Mohan was a little puzzled, looked down, and wanted to reach out and pick it up.

Wen Shui turned over, his hands clenched, Xiao Mohan saw this, took his coat, covered Wen Shui's body, and whispered, "Continue to send someone to search." ”

"Yes. Han Changqing responded, Xiao Mohan drove the car and sent Wenshui back.

Ask the Ann Pavilion, master bedroom.

The whole bedroom, the style is luxurious, the big red curtain tent, fluttering with the wind, with the help of the warm table lamp, vaguely see the white demon face on the bed.

"How's it going?" Han Changqing pushed the door in.

He took off his coat and threw it aside, strode forward, hooked up the red curtain, and smelled the strong smell of wine on his body.

"Hey, this is hangover soup, you help the old slave feed it to the young master, the old slave still has something. The housekeeper hurriedly came in and stuffed the soup bowl into Han Changqing's hand.

The housekeeper said to go, his steps were anxious, and he left quickly.

"Get up, drink and go back to sleep. Han Changqing turned around, sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and pinched Wenshui's chin, and said in a deep voice.

Wenshui was lying on the bed, sleeping very deeply, and vaguely saw him frowning, obviously uncomfortable.

Han Changqing looked at the sobering soup in the bowl, he reached out and hooked the back of Wenshui's head, held him up, brought the soup bowl in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Drink it." ”

"Bang", asked if he would turn over, and waved his hand.

The whole bowl of soup was knocked over by the question, and Han Changqing was splashed on him, unfortunately his pants were all wet.

"Ask the water. Seeing this, Han Changqing was a little displeased, turned around with the bowl, and put it aside.

He lifted Wenshui's body, Wenshui writhed, turned over and lay on Han Changqing's lap, his face kept rubbing, and he muttered in his mouth: "Don't stop, drink less with Ben, drink, drink happily." ”

"Drink, that's it. Han Changqing listened, his calm face was already emotional, and he looked at Wen Shui lying on his body, writhing like a worm.

Han Changqing tilted his head up, then lowered his head and looked coldly at Qianshui.

Like their soldiers, they all lie down and sleep on their backs, which is like asking for water, crawling like snakes.

Han Changqing raised his hand and pumped it towards Wenshui's buttocks, "snapped", and pumped it on Wenshui's body, Wenshui felt pain, his lips moved, and he raised his hand to grab his buttocks.

"Fuck off. Han Changqing said coldly, and asked the water to be thrown on the bed.

Who knew that Wen Shui was hard to wrap up, grabbed Han Changqing's waist with both hands, and drilled into his arms, Han Changqing pushed it away hard, and asked the water to drill more urgently.

"Ask the water. Han Changqing was angry and pushed the question water away.

Wen Shui's hand grabbed Han Changqing's pants tightly, and when he was pushed, the pants were torn, from the pants to the bottom of the trouser tube, and a chill hit.

"Hmm. Asking the water was thrown away by Han Changqing and hit the head of the bed.

He struggled in pain, twisted his body, and reached out to wipe his mouth with Han Changqing's trouser cloth.

"What's the situation?" Xiao Ran's figure appeared, and saw Han Changqing sitting on the edge of the bed, his pants torn like this, and he vaguely saw his black inner ku.

Han Changqing's face was extremely bad, like an omen before the storm, he looked at the bed with cold eyes, pointed to the water and said, "Look at him, what does he look like a soldier?"

Xiao Ranjun's face was like a running jade, and his beautiful eyes stared at Han Changqing.

"No, no. Xiao Ran said lightly, a hearty voice, but it was meaningless.

Han Changqing stood up, looked down at his pants, he was torn from the trouser stall to the trouser tube, he was now chatting with Xiao Ran in the open trousers, it was a shame for him.

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