Yeli Geqiao's face turned red, as if her ass was being burned, and she stood up suddenly.

"The bearing weight of this swing can reach 1,000 catties, and you can't press it."

The man's voice was faint.

I can't hear the mockery of this, it's just that Yeli Song is so embarrassed that I can't wait to dig a hole in the ground and bury myself.

"I'll be able to lose weight soon."

She assured.

In fact, it is really not difficult to lose weight, the difficult thing is how to lose weight and at the same time make the skin firm and beautiful.

"You're fat too."

Mo Bingyan was still expressionless, and he couldn't tell that he was praising people at all.

Night Song: "......"

I can't talk to this person anymore.

If you can, don't worry about her weight, worry about something else, like his legs.

"By the way, you really don't feel any sensation in your legs?"

She reached out and pinched it.

She was fully prepared when she came back this time, not to mention Shi Cheng Hua Tuo, and even took Li Shizhen to become a worshipper, just to cure him of his leg disease.

"Don't touch it!"

Mo Bingyan was handsome, stretched out his hand and pushed her, just touching her fleshy and fat arm, the force unconsciously became lighter, and the woman's chassis was thick and heavy, and she didn't move at all.

"I'll check it, and when you want to go to bed at night, I'll give you a foot massage."

The night is very stubborn.

She came back to do this, so naturally she didn't care about someone's resistance.

Resist her and pinch it.

Kneaded it all the way down Mo Bingyan's thighs to his calves, raised his eyes and asked him, "Do you feel it?" ”

Someone's face stinks, and his sexy thin lips are pursed without saying a word.

The housekeeper who rushed over after the complaint was stunned when he saw this scene, what is Mrs. doing?

"Brother?"

The voice of the night song is soft and glutinous, and it is so sweet when I call someone's brother.

"Nope!"

He forced two words out of his throat.

"It's okay, I'll cure you."

Although the situation is serious, Ye Lige is still full of confidence, and there seems to be light in his eyes when he laughs.

She hadn't smiled at him like this in a long, long time.

"Why do you want to cure me?"

The man's magnetic voice was low, as if an invisible drumstick was beating people's hearts.

"Of course, I want you to stand up and give your Mo family a succession."

Ye Lige replied as a matter of course.

Her biggest regret in her last life was that she caused Mo Bing's feet to be lame, and she couldn't even be humane, and she couldn't leave a seed for the Mo family when she was dying, so that Mrs. Mo couldn't even die.

"Okay."

He answered.

The housekeeper said that Mrs. was pouring ecstasy soup on Mr. again, and she also cured the disease, and passed on the ancestry, which was simple, and her waste wood was a joke in itself, so Mr. took it seriously.

"So, I can do whatever I want to do to you, you can't refuse."

Ye Lige continued to knead him.

If it weren't for the sake of rebirth, she would have been able to release her aura to detect the situation in his body at this moment, but now, she could only feel it little by little with her fingers.

"Oh, it's hard for me to check on you in your pants, so do you want to take a nap?"

Ye Lige really didn't think about anything else.

She just wanted to strip him naked and study his body properly.

After all, everyone's body is different.

She needs to know his body in particular before she can prescribe the right medicine.

“……”

Someone was silent for two seconds: "I have a meeting in ten minutes." ”

"Okay, then I'll wait for you to finish the meeting."

Ye Lige's smile is simply ill-intentioned in the eyes of the housekeeper, Mr. seems to be the meat on her chopping board, and Mrs. wants to cut the rhythm of the meat.