Yan Murong sadly found that he seemed to be impure. Regarding Yan Minghua's words, he actually understood them in an instant.

"Hey, hey, you got it." Yan Minghua smiled strangely.

"I don't understand, I really don't understand." Yan Murong shook his head again and again. "Sister-in-law, I think we should find a hotel first, it costs a lot of money to wander around like this in a taxi."

"Okay, then find a hotel to stay in." Yan Minghua nodded, said a few words to the driver in English, and the driver nodded frequently, looking like he really understood English, and soon, he sent the two to the door of a hotel called Ritz-Carlton.

"Isn't it too expensive?" Yan Murong looked up at the luxuriously decorated hotel in front of him and asked with some distress.

"You don't have to pay for it." Yan Minghua rolled his eyes, then walked in first with his bag, and Yan Murong had to follow behind.

The room was opened quickly, and it was also the presidential suite on the top floor, and after Yan Murong saw the amount on the invoice, he was really distressed. He is a good boy who is diligent and thrifty, and thinks that even if he has money, he should not spend it like this, and it costs more than 20,000 US dollars for a night, is the bed in this hotel inlaid with diamonds?

"Okay, don't make such a look, okay?" Yan Minghua said angrily. "I'm ashamed to stand with you."

"Who's ashamed? Who's to be ashamed of? It's a shame on me. Yan Murong pleaded loudly. Didn't you look at the look in the front desk when you paid for me? Why do I think I'm just a little white face raised by you? ”

"Poof." Yan Minghua was amused, looked Yan Murong up and down, pointed to the mirror for the disabled in the elevator, and said. "Come, you take care of it, and see where you don't look like a little white face."

So, Yan Murong looked in the mirror very obediently, and soon, he sadly found that he had a little white face and wore a little white face - except for the heart in his chest that was not the heart of the little white face, everything else was no different from the little white face.

In fact, this is not to blame Yan Murong, clothes, how to wear comfortable clothes, he is not used to wearing those suits that are often tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands, he feels that it is more comfortable to wear this kind of sportswear for hundreds of yuan, which not only supports domestic brands, but also is comfortable to wear, and more importantly, he doesn't have to worry about tearing his crotch when fighting, and he doesn't feel distressed if he gets dirty.

When he walked into the room, Yan Murong suddenly felt that the twenty-thousand-dollar expenditure was not wronged.

Luxurious décor, comfortable furnishings, and floor-to-ceiling skylights offer an unobstructed view of Tokyo.

"Hey, I'm so tired from flying." Yan Minghua threw the bag casually, and fell on the white luxurious cloth sofa without any image, and as soon as the high-heeled sandals on his feet kicked, he rolled on his hair and began to stretch his waist. And this action did happen to fall in Yan Murong's eyes, and suddenly the two eyeballs stared out unconsciously.

The small and delicate white toes, the slender calves and the plump thighs, and the skirt that almost retreated to the root of the thighs because of the lazy waist - Yan Minghua's undoubtedly **** action made Yan Murong's eyes unconsciously attracted to it.

"Looks good, right?" Yan Minghua asked with a smile.

"Beautiful." Yan Murong nodded stupidly, his eyes unblinking.

"Is mine good-looking or your wife's good-looking?"

"Yours are good-looking."

"Would you like to take a closer look? By the way, touch again? ”

"Okay—uh, I didn't see anything."

Yan Murong just wanted to say yes, but suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not very right, and quickly came back to his senses, and saw that Yan Minghua had already sat up, sitting on the sofa in a ladylike shape with his thighs and legs, with a weird smile on his face, and the hairs on his body stood up.

"Sister-in-law, I didn't see anything." Yan Murong's weak defense.

"If you see it, you see it." Yan Minghua blinked and giggled. "It's not like I haven't seen it when I'm a kid - every time you cheekily ask me to take a shower with you, you haven't seen it all over my body? How about revisiting the classic clips from your childhood? ”

Seduction, this is naked ~ naked ~ naked seduction!

Yan Murong was about to cry, how could this sister-in-law be like this, it was when she was a child, how old she was at that time, only six or seven years old.

"I really didn't see anything." Yan Murong looked aggrieved. "When I was a kid, I didn't know how old you were, and you're just in your early tens, and you're not even an adolescent."

As he spoke, Yan Murong secretly glanced at the bulging chest on Yan Minghua's chest that looked like two big steamed buns, and explained in a low voice. "Besides, it wouldn't be anything."

"Smack!"

Yan Minghua's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly took the case.

"Little bastard, are you blind in those eyes?" Yan Minghua was furious. "What's wrong with a ten-year-old? Isn't she a woman at the age of ten? Is it okay for the old lady to develop early? - Small is a little small, how can you say no? How can you say no? ”

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that." Yan Murong knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he explained repeatedly. "I'm not saying no, I'm just saying it's a little smaller."

"Small? You actually say that my mother's breasts are small? Yan Minghua was even more angry, his hands were on his hips, his chest was straight, and he pointed at Yan Murong Jiao. Look, open your mung bean eyes wide, which one is smaller? ”

"I didn't say it." Yan Murong wanted to cry anxiously. "You said it was small."

"I said yes, but you said no." Yan Minghua said. "No wonder they say you're a dick~ silk, I wonder why so many women have taken a fancy to you."

“——”

Yan Murong looked aggrieved, and thought to herself, what the old man said was right, women are really much more terrifying than tigers - because you don't know when women will suddenly go crazy, and tigers are different, it will bite only if you touch its buttocks.

"Say, is the old lady's breasts big?" Yan Minghua stared at Yan Murong with burning eyes and began to ask.

"Big, big." Yan Murong whispered. "It's bigger than a dollar and a steamed bun."

"How big is a steamed bun for one dollar?"

"It's about that big." Yan Murong stretched out his hand and said as a shape the size of a baby's head.

"So big?" Yan Minghua muttered, looked down at his chest again, and then nodded, and said with satisfaction. "If you're honest, it's really that big."

"Of course." Yan Murong smiled. "I'm not Zheng Wuming, I never say those vain words."

After speaking, Yan Murong suddenly felt that the temperature around him dropped suddenly, and when he turned his head to look, he saw an indescribable weird smile on the corner of Yan Minghua's mouth.

"Hmph, little swallow, you really spied on me!"