The bedroom of the two treasures is separated from Jing Yuanshan's side.

Jing Yuanshan stood in the middle, and it didn't feel right.

A red light, red joy.

It didn't turn all the castles red, so that's it, it's extraordinary.

Renoir didn't know where to go, tossing and turning.

Jing Yuanshan returned to her bedroom, the red window flowers? Oh, my God!

Can I report it? If you make the castle like this, you can pay a fine.

The bathroom, too, is all kinds of red, a group of accomplices, taking advantage of the rose garden to play, and changing the appearance here.

Jing Yuanshan was very calm (pretending) to clean up her beauty.

After all, it can't be a man's business, so what's the point? 37 years old is not 20 years old casually.

This pajamas are actually ready, very clean, in line with the traditional beauty.

Jing Yuanshan has one word: to death.

So far, I can't find anyone whiter than her, especially the white one is so clean, and the white one is really white to cover up a hundred ugliness, and it can't be covered if it's too ugly.

For long hair, take a hosta and roll it up casually, and it's fine.

Renoir came over and stood in the doorway.

Jing Yuanshan looked at him, and it was really different.

The married man, who is fruitful and affectionate, is like this night, which cannot be dissolved, and carries the carnival of the night.

Jing Yuanshan naturally stood in front of him, raised his head, moved his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Little fool, knowing what to say is strange, Renoir bowed his head, soft and steady.

is like the whisper of the wind, and the two who are married have endless sweetness.

Let's talk about it for the rest of his life, Renoir carried the man into his bedroom.

Jing Yuanshan was wet (eye sockets) when he landed.

The red is as bright as a cave house. Although it is European, it is full of Chinese style, like a Chinese-style bride.

The big red quilt on the bed, and the red waves are left. The curtains have been changed to red.

The bathroom is also red, as the saying goes, as long as the red is not afraid of soil, but when it is special, it still feels different.

The blood flows very fast and burns.

Women are sometimes quite simple, as long as a little bit of this and that, is it too late to call the police?

Renoir was too late, so he carried the person to the bed and brewed the sauce first.

Jing Yuanshan looked at him, the relationship between the two is the last fusion, I have you.

Renoir is particularly satisfied, although there may be a car accident, but the two are very compatible, a natural pair.

Renoir was thinking again, such a stupid couple with him, God loves to play pranks.

Jing Yuan poked him angrily.

Renoir grabbed her hand, and the sauce was brewed, this time it was more perfect.

Jing Yuanshan lay quietly and hugged him, in fact, it was so pure.

Renoir has long said that the sacred, although it may be a little worse, but it is almost more beautiful? The tenderness of the two was drunk this night.

The red wine is watching there, boring and fragrant, do you want to drink it? Come and drink it and let it participate in it.

The rose smiled and did not speak, after all, there are lily companions, they are vases, with beautiful vases.

The man and the hostess are happy and happy, and there is almost a little music.

The night breeze blew in, and the curtains lifted.

Lily shook slightly, looking at the sound of water in the bathroom, something was wrong, wasn't it?

God knows! The two of them were still burning in the bathroom, and they were a little out of control.

Renoir finally brought the person out, and the kiss continued, and he couldn't stop for the rest of his life.

Renoir hugged her and leaned against the head of the bed.

She was completely powerless, and lay down and came casually.

Isn't it beautiful to have a drink and feed it to Renoir?

She is like fresh rice noodles, which looks white one by one, but in fact they are soft, and they are either broken or crushed when they are touched slightly, so they must be cherished and eaten to have that fragrance in their mouths.

Renoir loved to death, looking at her pure eyes: "I love you so much, give me to you." ”

She smiled, like a newborn baby, really innocent, pure light.

Renoir pondered that he could catch up with the idiot. Steady her, so sweet.

The wedding night should be so happy, Renoir said: "In the future, the baby's Chinese name and your surname." ”

Jing Yuanshan knew that making a baby is a baby, and falling in love is a matter of the two. It's okay if you don't have a baby.

Renoir also means this, there is no providence.

After all, it's useless to think more. Heaven has the best arrangement.

Jing Yuanshan is in France, and she does not have a husband's surname. Of course, others can also be called Mrs. Ray.

The two hugged each other and slept.

Renoir doesn't have to fall asleep, both of them have each other's breath, this is the real union.

In the morning, Jing Yuanshan woke up very early.

The morning breeze ripped the curtains again, and the roses opened there for the night.

Gu Shixiao and Gu Shijing have already gotten up and gone to study.

Don't worry about being a mother.

Renoir wanted to her heart, and she wasn't polite in the morning, and they were each other.

The windows have long been changed to be automatic. When it warmed up outside, Renoir moved his hand and the window closed.

Jing Yuanshan was lying there, not wanting to move, would it be bad for the baby?

Renoir kissed her on the back, rested peacefully, and he went to see the child. Big kids, and don't bother.

Then bring some food.

Jing Yuanshan drank porridge, looking at him, he had already planned it, he was not afraid of making up too much.

Renoir had eaten it too, took the plate out, and then rested with the little fool.

Jing Yuanshan scratched him, I don't know who caused it?

Renoir grabbed her hand, did she still want to make it? Don't rush, rest first.

His desire is not too strong, she is not a few, the two are just right, so they are a perfect match.

There are many problems with the harmony of husband and wife, such as one is not satisfied, and after a long time, there is a problem.

Jing Yuanshan slept peacefully in his arms, as if everything could be handed over to him.

Renoir is used to spoiling her as a princess, so naturally she doesn't have to worry about it.

What a wonderful woman, he hugged and didn't want to let go.

It's not easy for that man to let go. Maybe really love.

It's just that now it's his, and Renoir didn't hesitate at all.

How much duel for the beloved girl, Renoir doesn't mind the duel if he wants to rob the woman.

Jing Yuanshan woke up and captured an idiot.

His eyes are good-looking, especially when he is obsessed, don't want to be fascinated.

Renoir kissed her, well, up.

Jing Yuanshan got up and returned to his bedroom, which had his own space.

In fact, Renoir is just tidying up his room, which can create all kinds of surprises and enhance relationships.

Feelings are sometimes tired, but there is no freshness in one piece. Distance produces beauty, for sure.

Jing Yuanshan cleaned herself up, and she was still comfortable.

It's really comfortable, this is a woman, let go of the mind and body, you can enjoy the most beautiful.

The body is the carrier of the spirit, and it is true that the body is comfortable first to make the spirit happy. Sometimes it can't be helped.

When the body protests, the spirit is also challenged.

Neither pure physical nor pure spirit is the best, the combination of the two is the best.

Jing Yuanshan sighed, Renoir is not a veteran, but he has enough feelings and preparation, probably women are looking forward to this?

Hold yourself in the palm of your hand, what else do you say?

Jing Yuanshan came out and offered Renoir a kiss.

Renoir was happy, she was satisfied, and that was what he was going to do.

Holding her hand, on the other side, the two babies were also packed up.