Seeing that she had solved the third one, Zheng Wenjun reacted and stepped forward to hold her hand: "Enough, don't take it off." ”

"No, I'm going to take it off. I want to prove to you that she can do it, and I can do it. Xiao Yilan was quite stubborn, broke free from his hand, and continued to untie his clothes.

"No proof, I know you can." Zheng Wenjun was made two big by her, this woman really can't be provoked when she is drunk.

"Then you say, why do you want to marry her? What's so good about her? Xiao Yilan suddenly threw away the idea of undressing, wrapped her hands around his neck, raised her head and asked pitifully.

Her eyes are bright with a hint of sadness, under the light, there is a hint of loneliness, Xiao Yi's blue skin is very good, fair without a single flaw, and her small mouth is very cute with a slight pout.

Zheng Wenjun already knew about this.

Xiao Yilan saw that he didn't care about herself, so she simply let go of him and started to take off her clothes again, this time regardless of Zheng Wenjun's stopping, she took off her shirt directly, and then bent down to take off her skirt.

Looking at the fragrant scene in front of him, Zheng Wenjun was frightened, and quickly picked up the clothes on the ground to put on her.

"I don't want to wear it!" Xiao Yilan coquettishly refused, and even planned to walk away.

Zheng Wenjun couldn't help her, grabbed her hand, and said, "Put it on, it's cold." ”

He casually made an excuse, grabbed her arm, and put clothes on her.

Xiao Yilan looked at him blankly, and the next second "wow" cried.

Zheng Wenjun, who had just helped her get dressed, was frightened by her, and the most helpless thing for him was to face the woman's tears. Now it's okay, he somehow made this woman cry.

"You, what are you doing?" He sat next to her, puzzled.

"You bad guy, it looks like you really don't love me!" Xiao Yilan said as she slapped Zheng Wenjun in the face with one hand.

Smack, bang.

It's crispy.

This slap made our little Junjun look confused, and his face was hot, but he was wronged!

He turned around and covered his face, and looked at Xiao Yilan with a look of grievance: "Miss, I beg you, hurry up and go to sleep, okay?" ”

Xiao Yilan was still crying wolf, as if it was not him who was hurt, but her.

"What are you sleeping, I don't sleep, now I can't even tempt you to take off my clothes, you say, is there that vixen hiding at home?" Xiao Yilan suddenly pounced fiercely, suppressed him and asked.

Everything about her was too sudden, so that Zheng Wenjun was stunned and pressed by her, and it took three seconds to react. He blinked speechlessly and asked rhetorically, "What...... What vixen? ”

There is only one person living in his house, and he is still single, where is the fox spirit still hidden?

"Humph! Look at your dog-like appearance, eighty percent of it. Wait for me, I'll find that vixen! Xiao Yilan stood up as she spoke, and staggered into his room.

Zheng Wenjun was finally able to sit up, looked at Xiao Yilan, who was constantly crazy, and helplessly supported his forehead: "God, I was wrong!" I shouldn't have brought this woman back. ”

Xiao Yilan in the room went straight to the wardrobe, she pushed open the cabinet door and threw out all the clothes inside, and kept muttering: "Vixen, you get out of here, vixen!" ”

After rummaging through the wardrobe, she hadn't recruited the person she was looking for, Xiao Yilan touched her head suspiciously, and looked at the empty wardrobe: Isn't it here?

She turned and walked to another glove locker.

The utility cabinet was square, and she bent down and knocked on it a little confused.

Knock knock

The wooden cabinet made a heavy wooden sound.

"Is she hiding here?" Xiao Yilan said as she opened the lid and began to turn out the contents again.

Zheng Wenjun walked in and saw that her clothes were thrown on the carpet by her, the quilt of the big bed was turned over, and even his utility cabinet was swept away by her.

He almost fainted: "Miss, can you stop for me?" ”

It's not that she's crying now, it's that Zheng Wenjun wants to cry.

He had never seen a woman who could still toss so much when she was drunk. Fupin Chinese