Wen Qiang sat up from the ground, "Who is the beauty in this photo?" Why is it in my phone? The face is okay, it's this breast...... It's a shame. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf flatness is an aesthetic symbol, then the flatness of this beauty can be summed up in an adjective: so flat! She didn't meet my aesthetic standards and just passed it. So Wen Qiang deleted Song Xinyu's photo very quickly.

At this moment, Wen Qiang found that he was still dragging a bunch of keys in his hand, and the bracelet was woven with beautiful red silk threads, and the word "Wen" was also compiled on it. Wen Qiang took the bracelet to his nose and smelled it, there was a perfume smell on it, "The girl is feminine, it's too girly." Wen Qiang threw the keys into the drawer and drove back to the villa.

"Hadron, you're finally back."

"Aunt Liu, why haven't you eaten yet?"

"Xiaolan said that we must wait for you to come back and eat together."

"What about the chairman?"

"She went upstairs to the gym to do yoga." Wen Qiang hurriedly came to the gym, only to see a yoga blanket spread on the floor, Lan Yuxin was wearing a pink tight yoga suit, her eyes were slightly closed, her hair was coiled up, and her long neck looked more and more white and slender. Lan Yuxin is tall, well-proportioned, convex and backward with a small waist, and is completely the top match for beauties. Every point on her body is the golden ratio, one more is fat, and one less is thin, just right. Lan Yuxin stood straight with one foot, and the other foot slowly rose up, and then the two feet formed a straight line, and slowly, her calf began to bend, like a crescent moon stopping above her head, and her other hand tugged at the tip of her bent toe. At this moment, every muscle of Lan Yuxin, every concave and convex point, is gradually connected into a curve, and every point is telling: Am I beautiful? Am I sexy?

A puff of green smoke melts Chang'e

The pink jade body is graceful

Dripping dew drops fall in the heavenly palace

Shine on the beauty in the clouds

This gesture lasted for ten seconds. There were already beads of sweat on Lan Yuxin's neck that began to roll down, like dew drops on lotus leaves in the morning, crystal clear. At this moment, Wen Qiang's Adam's apple was rolling up and down involuntarily, don't laugh at Wen Qiang, you come to the same thing, if you don't get it, you will be bleeding. Wen Qiang stood in front of the door admiring it, and couldn't bear to spoil this beauty. A few minutes later, Lan Yuxin spotted Wen Qiang, "Qiangzi, what's wrong with your nose?" Is it on fire? ”

"My nose?" Wen Qiang hurriedly touched his nose, his hands were full of blood, "Oh no, it must be on fire." Wen Qiang turned around in embarrassment and ran to the bathroom.