Feng Jingting first pushed hard a few times to temporarily relieve the pain of burning his body, and then raised his eyes to look at the beautiful girl in front of him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info His black and white eyes were covered with a layer of light water vapor, like a mist on the surface of a lake in spring, warm and hazy.

The camp prostitute saw his own reflection in his eyes, and his cheeks couldn't help but flush, revealing the surging spring tide. I secretly rejoiced in my heart, this uncle is really knowledgeable and interesting, handsome, and has a pair of warm and kind eyes, and he feels infinitely beautiful when he looks at it.

Feng Jingting's movements slowed down, slowly, and the beautiful woman wrapped her hand around his neck, and couldn't help but hum as he went deeper. He stared at the cloudy lust in her eyes, and suddenly realized that the beauty seemed to have changed, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if looking at him mockingly.

In my heart, the inexplicable action stopped, and said secretly, what the hell, how do you think about that girl at this time?

He shook his head violently, but he could not get her out of his mind in any way, and her shadow seemed to appear before his eyes, sometimes happy, sometimes angry, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, sometimes slapping the table at him, shouting that he would send him to the 'little house'.

He was secretly happy in his heart, wanting to hold her in his arms, but there was an inexplicable wave of irritability and irritation. He quickly pulled out, turned the beauty over, pushed her to the edge of the bed, and made her lie on the bed with her hands propped up on the side of the bed.

He slammed it in from behind, his calloused palm easily digging under his belly pocket, gripping her softness, imagining that it was someone's little face, someone's breasts, someone's skin...... Kneading mercilessly. In contrast, the impact was intensified, and it was as violent as a storm.

I couldn't help shouting in my mouth: "Call you disobedient, tell you to come to the master, and let you save your face......?"

The beauty screamed again and again, and in a few moments she was almost deaf, and finally she couldn't bear his toss, and begged with a crying voice: "Uncle, uncle, please, the slave family will never dare anymore, and the slave family will listen to the master for everything." ”

He didn't answer, he just tried his best, pinching her two pink buttocks with both hands and rushing desperately, venting the inexplicable anger in his heart.

Finally, all the resentment was released together with some kind of turbid liquid, and the beauty seemed to have collapsed, lying on the bed softly, gasping weakly. I couldn't help but secretly wonder in my heart, this master looked at the little white face, I didn't expect it to be so powerful?

She has been budding since she was thirteen years old, and she has read countless people, and she has never met such a brave man, although she is happy in her heart, but for some reason she is faintly afraid of this master, and her eyes are completely no longer warm before, like a living Hades who have come out of hell.

Feng Jingting straightened his placket, and his lips gently spit out a cold word "roll".

The beauty trembled with fright, hurriedly got dressed, and walked out on two legs trembling. I felt that my body was shaking every step I took, and there was a faint pain underneath, and I cursed in my heart, he was just a person, how could she make her look as if she had been by two or three people?

As soon as the beauty left, the tent was immediately cleaned, and Feng Jingting not only did not feel that the fire on his body dissipated, but even accumulated a nameless fire, which was very irritable.

He sat down and poured himself a cup of cold tea, tilted his head and poured it to suppress his restlessness, and the most frustrating thing was that he didn't know what he was bothered about.

Suddenly, he turned his face and saw a booklet on the desk, which was left by Chu Tang when he left, saying that it was for him to help him. He picked it up boredly, flipped through it casually, and suddenly dropped two pages from the booklet, which should be two paintings, one painting Lu Weixin and Fang Yuntang, the two of them were lingering and sympathetic, and their posture was reverie.

He couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth, who is so lacking in virtue that he drew these two together?

Then he flipped down, and when he saw the eyebrows and eyes that were exactly the same as his on the painting, he couldn't help but roar angrily, "Guo Wenying-"

Outside the tent, Qi Jin just came back from the red tent, tonight's army/prostitute is particularly lovely, he is all comfortable, and he is beautiful, suddenly heard the roar in the tent, and couldn't help but tremble, and said in his heart, Guo Wenying, how did he provoke the prince?

He had always known the prince's temperament, so how could he dare to go in as a punching bag at this time, so he turned around and ran away quietly. Every time this prince has a pair of Guo Wenying, it is an evil fire, which will inevitably affect the pond fish. It's better to go to the red tent again, and come back tomorrow when the prince's anger is gone.

This will make his son Feng Jingting's lungs almost explode, he was already holding back an inexplicable evil fire in his heart, and when he saw this messy painting, the fire was even more on his head. Originally, he didn't know who painted this painting, but when he saw the brushwork of his portrait, he immediately guessed that it was Guo Wenying.

There are very few people in the entire Northwest Camp who can paint, and she is the only one who is good at using this painting technique. She is good at drawing, but also good at drawing figures, the technique is completely different from ordinary painting skills, the expressions of the characters she draws are extraordinarily rich, and the characters are more three-dimensional and vivid, which can be said to be a unique skill, not comparable to anyone.

With such good technology, it's not good to do something, but I want to make this kind of spring picture? I also made him into the painting, and actually made a bunch of them with Qi Jin.

The anger in his heart really can't be extinguished, I want to see her want to die, that is, I can't wait for her to rectify tomorrow, he strode out of the military tent, secretly ruthless, if he can make her live comfortably today, he will take her surname.

Guo Wenying slept beautifully after returning to the tent, and I didn't know what time it was when I woke up, the lights were still bright outside the tent, and the sound of laughter was heard from time to time.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, feeling a little hungry, she had been busy with all kinds of things in the morning, and had not eaten anything for a day, and now she was feeling weak and weak, and she would be hungry until tomorrow morning, and she might be so uncomfortable. Thinking of this, he got out of bed and pulled on his shoes, wanting to find Yunmo to go to the dining hall to get something to eat.

After calling twice and no one answered, she opened the door and suddenly saw a figure under the lantern outside the tent, dressed in a black brocade dress, and his face was cloudy like the weather in the rainy season.

Guo Wenying subconsciously closed the door, is this the hell in the middle of the night? With a "bang" sound, the person standing at the door jumped up violently, and then raised his foot and kicked over.

Guo Wenying didn't have his strength, and he was shocked by him and took two steps back, and the door was opened. She looked at the door panel distressedly, it was obviously a little crooked, and she didn't know if it could be used again?

Feng Jingting stood in front of her, holding a lantern in his hand, and the dim light reflected his face even more terrifying. He had clearly just bathed, dressed in a black robe, his black hair scattered over his shoulders, and a drop of water still running down his perfect forehead, slowly rolling down the bridge of his nose and into his thin, perfectly shaped lips. Under the light, his whole person exudes a kind of power control, playing with the coldness between people and applause.

Guo Wenying looked at him, and suddenly his heart suddenly jumped, and he felt inexplicably afraid, and he just wanted to kick people out. It's a pity that she didn't dare in the end, so she could only bow her body and smirk: "Where did the prince come from so much resentment, what does it mean to kick the door of his subordinates in the middle of the night?"