This is his turf after all. Familiar with the way. Go around to the back door of a large warehouse on the side of the mountain at the base of Langfang.

It's like a big factory. It's really wide inside. Layers of chariots covered in canvas. Only one tube of black holes was left with the barrel pointing straight outward.

"These are all battle tanks used for small-scale training." See the curiosity. Han Shuai held the key in one hand and pointed with a smile.

"Oh." Cold, hard, heavy weapon. Walk in the middle of it. Han Yingqin looked back at her. I can't help but think of that time when she stepped on a seven-inch heel and stood condescendingly on the armored car... What does it mean? Finger wrapping. That's what it means.

Go further inside. An uncovered tank. The tracks are all unloaded on the ground.

"It's a Type 96."

"It's the latest type?"

Han Yingqin smiled and shook his head. "Type 99 has come out."

He looked at this majestic machine monster. I can't help but think of how much I love it if Xiaobai sees it. Look at him just now so focused and elated.

"I want Xiaobai to clean the tank. He had the opportunity to see the disassembled armored vehicle. ”

Han Yingqin put his hands behind his back. There is still a key hooked in his hand. A chic and gentle smile... The heart of the ferocity tightened. He got into his own heart. I think he knows everything.

His eyes were a little hot. She put both hands in her trench coat purse. Walk to the tank. With their backs to him.

"You're so good to Xiaobai... You're so good to me. ”

He really shed tears. It's not crying. I was really moved.

"Whoa." Han Yingqin didn't move. Still with his hands behind his back. Shouted at her.

"Hmm." The ferocious answered. But he didn't look back. Afraid of turning back. I'm afraid he'll see his tears. Tears are too real. The feelings are too real. Instead. Fear.

Hearing Han Yingqin sigh softly. I heard him walk towards him. But he just stood behind himself.

"What are you crying about?"

This said. The ferophyll is even more uncontrollable. His hands were still in his trench coat purse. Turned to look at him. Real tears slid down his face one by one.

"Me. I feel like I'm sorry for you. Not worthy of you. You are devoted to me. I don't have a heart for you. ”

This is her true love.

It's not that other people aren't her love. Merely. This one. All the way. I cherish it so much in my heart. Always afraid of losing. But he would not leave him. Turn your head. He will always be like this. Stand there. Looking at yourself with chic and gentle... Gao Yan's feelings are not delicate. It's not that I don't know what to do. "I want Xiaobai to clean the tank. He had the opportunity to see the disassembled armored vehicle. "He is attentive to Xiaobai. He is more attentive to himself. A true heart. Undivided attention.

Han Yingqin stretched out a hand to wipe her tears. "You're calling it single-mindedly to me. Would you cry to them like that? You have an untaken bone ring on your hand ... Idiot. You're calling it single-minded to me. Whoa. Have you grown up? You've always been running over and hugging me like this before. ”

He cried even harder. Like a child. "I want to hold it. But I'm a mom anymore. Still like that. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me. "Ahem. What a cowardly and lovely one.

Han Yingqin pulled her into his arms with one hand. Crying, she hugged his waist tightly. Crying.

"I miss you so much. At that time in the mountains. I thought it would be nice if you could save me. I'm so big with a belly. I'd love to tell you to hear them move inside. My brain is good and bad. When I was confused. I don't even know what you're doing. Are you going to want me anymore. You are so good to me. It's so good for Xiaobai. I don't even know if I'm so lucky... ”

The moment finally erupted.

The most real and real monster.

Surgery from the head. Her family is full of disasters. Pregnant. Tied up to the mountain... It was finally released in front of him. This is the most solid support of her heart.

Han Yingqin hugged her and patted her gently. Occasionally wipe her tears with her hands. Look down at her. I just didn't speak. Let her vent.

Ferocious grabbed the military uniform at his waist with both hands. I want to cry and talk a lot. Cough. It's like you're going to get enough of a book. On the mountain, at that time, she couldn't get rid of the chicks, and her grievances were vented.

I cried for about 20 minutes. Han Yingqin picked up his terrible dead beast and walked into the innermost room of the warehouse. A small room. There are beds. There are tables. There are bookshelves. There are also various tools and tank parts piled up in the corner. Over there. There are also toilets.

Han Yingqin put her on the edge of the bed and sat down. The dead man cried so that his eyes were as red as peaches. Still sobbing. Han Yingqin walked into the bathroom, wet a towel, twisted it dry, and squatted in front of her. Wipe her face. At this time, he doesn't care about "being a mother is not a mother". Zhe died. Wrap your arms around his neck with open hands. Kiss him on the cheek, eyelids, and nose. Mouth. "Up" called. Eagerly like a scoundrel.

Ying Qin really couldn't laugh or cry. But. He said that "let her do evil" is "let her do evil".

Ying Qin tossed the towel aside. One hand wrapped around his feroline and pumped it up. Crush her to the bed. Anti-passive. Kissed her heavily on the lips. The recalcitrant immediately opened its mouth. Greet him with a wet kiss with the greatest enthusiasm.

His hands didn't stop. With composure and firmness. Unbutton and take off your military jacket first. Then. Unleash the belt. Pants buttons. Always. The ferocity wrapped its arms around his neck. The lips did not parted in the slightest. Kissing deeply.

Not all of them were taken off. Unbutton your pants. Pull out the military shirt. Just go and take off her pants. A few tacit promises. He pulled. Raise your ass when you're sloppy. Both of them were still in their panties on their thighs. He only reached in and touched the tender flesh twice. "Hmm," he snorted. I went in slowly.

Got in. Dig deeper and deeper. Ying Qin is taught.

The inside of the creature is wet and soft. Get to know her Sa. This kid is really emotional, and he can get wet quickly. Wrap up the man. Gradually, I want your soul.

Can.... What is it..

Neither of them took off their pants completely. The grinding process is longer. But. More intimate and firmer. When Ying Qin was afraid of hurting her, she was also carefully feeling the wonderful feeling that was gradually deepening. Finally reaching the top ... One top. The pointed piece was cool. Ying Qin couldn't help but tremble. It's amazing. Another one... Han Yingqin hugged the rein tightly. Kissing her frantically. "What's inside. My little ghost. What did you stuff in it ... "Don't stop topping. It's maddening. Ying Qin couldn't help but break his waist.

What about it? She had long since turned into water. Turned into a finger twister. It turned into a bright light smoke. Wrap him tightly as you can. She snorted. She exhaled softly. Her hair was sweaty. Her eyes are like silk. All just to make him crazier. I can't help it.

The ferocious spitted out a glamorous breath. It's like it's a contest. He's a big monster. She wants to really control her man. I won't let you run. I can't let you run... It's such a glamorous look from within.

Han Yingqin was shocked.

The wild waves of the past are mixed with immaturity. A kind of selfish self-enjoyment.

He wasn't wrong. The ferocity has grown up.

Not the mind. Not temperament.

It's this kind of entanglement in emotion. She grew up vaguely. She rampages trying all sorts of a**s. Accumulate. Sharpen. Enjoy. It has made it what it is today. I'm just afraid that it will become more and more involuntarily glamorous in the future.

This kind of glamorous is not cheesy. There is domineering.

Not rough. Extremely exquisite.

Still.

The most devastating thing is that. She is affectionate. Focus. With the same innocence as ever.

Ferno has become a mother. The ferocity has grown up. A part of the deep burial of the wild is gradually emerging.

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