At this time, the three-month pregnancy has not yet been revealed, and the waist is still thin and plump, and the buttocks are very sultry.

Separated by a flower wall, there is a hot spring water tinkling pleasantly.

Jiang Shenhan lit the cigarette in his hand, and came with a leisurely stride, and suddenly, a familiar voice sounded charmingly, as if whispering in his ear.

"Little brother, I suddenly feel so much pain in my ankle, can you help me?"

Jiang Shenhan subconsciously followed the prestige, and after the shadows and shadows were full of flowers, Song Mi'er's enchanting and beautiful delicate little face was facing him sideways, half-leaning on the pillar, and teasing the man standing opposite her.

Jiang Shenhan paused, and his long eyebrows suddenly frowned.

He is the second in the crowd, and he is a little older, Li Shenheng is a few years old, and when he was a teenager, he was a well-known player in the elite circle, and how many women met him and never wanted to go ashore innocently.

Song Mi'er is the one who likes him the most among so many women, and it is also the one that gives him the most headaches.

Because she has a peerless appearance and a first-class good figure, because she is arrogant and has no brains, she always wants to be with him for a long time, so she is entangled all day long.

But Jiang Shenhan heard her hooking up with a man at this time, but he suddenly remembered that speaking of which, he hadn't seen Song Mi'er for more than half a month, and he hadn't been 'harassed' by her.

Although he was very busy at the end of the year, when he was busy in the past, this woman would call on time three times a day.

Jiang Shenhan couldn't help frowning, the cigarette between his fingers lit a long piece of cigarette ash, and suddenly fell on the man's shiny black leather shoes, Jiang Shenhan frowned in annoyance, lost the cigarette butt, and raised his foot to extinguish it.

The woman's delicate voice was as soft as honey and tired: "Little brother, your hands are so warm......"

it, little brother.

Jiang Shenhan suddenly felt a little unspeakably irritable, even if he was a little tired of Song Mi'er's stalking now, he hadn't said that he didn't want her.

She dared to hook up with a man outside behind his back to find a home, it seems that she is really tired of life.

Jiang Shenhan raised his feet to leave, but a woman's coquettish voice came from behind the flower wall, and then the man's deep voice said: "Miss Song, be careful......"

Zhao Chengxun smiled casually in his heavy pupils, stretched out his arms and took Song Mi'er, who was about to fall, into his arms.

Song Mi'er's thin white and soft arms were immediately entangled, and the whole person was half hung on Zhao Chengxun's body.

How can you say that she has been immersed in the entertainment industry for so many years and has filmed so many dramas, and no one dares to call her the second in her ability to hook up with men.

Otherwise, Jiang Shenhan, a powerful person in the imperial capital, how could she get her hands on it?

Song Mi'er's coquettish face was half raised, she knew that she looked very beautiful from this angle, her jawline was smooth and tactful, her collarbone was just concave with the most delicate arc, and the peaks and peaks under the champagne-colored dress were undulating, vowing to let men in the world bend over here.

Zhao Chengxun naturally did not hesitate to appreciate the beauty sent to the door, his eyes were light with a touch of playfulness and lightness over the snowy skin, and the big palm on Song Mi'er's thin waist slowly let go, the Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was ambiguous: "Can Miss Song stand firm now?" ”

Song Mi'er's voice seemed to contain honey: "My ankle hurts...... I'm a little dizzy...... Oops, it's really untenable...... Little brother ......"

"Song Mi'er, do you want to be ashamed!"

A female voice sounded sharply in the oblique thorn, Bai Tong stood there in a hurry, her delicate cheeks were blue and white, she rushed over with her skirt and slapped Song Mi'er in the face: "I'll kill you slut!" ”

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