"Drinking in the morning is not good for your health. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Pierre heard a woman's voice behind him and poured the rest of the wine into two glasses, the bottles just empty.

"Then one last drink."

Pierre picked up two cups and handed one of them to the woman sitting next to him.

Rao was Wushan Yunyu no less than three or five times last night, and when he saw the woman in front of him again, Pierre was still amazed.

The white bathrobe wraps around the bumpy figure, as if it itself exudes countless brilliance. The long, wavy black hair was wet and draped over his shoulders. A pair of big eyes are looking at him smartly, his expression looks amorous, and his lips are painted with bright orange lipstick, Pierre can't wait to put down the glass and kiss it directly.

He has no shortage of women, and he can do even any woman on the manor, as long as he wants.

Rouge vulgar powder must not be able to enter his eyes, even some women with good looks and styles may not be able to move his heart. As a middle-aged man, Pierre is picky about women, even if it's just a tool for venting.

But it was clear that the young lady in front of him was just what satisfied him.

A little more is too coquettish, and a little less is no charm, just right.

Pierre himself discovered that his feelings for her were more than just a tool for venting his desires, and as he got to know her better, Pierre seemed to have been fascinated by her unique charm.

Lily smiled helplessly, and the two glasses collided softly.

Lily took a sip of red wine and took a slight breath through her nose, feeling the mixed smell of red wine and florals. The table is decorated with flowers, and in the middle is a large table that does not match the atmosphere of the end times.

I've heard that Chef Achill once won a medal in France, and it doesn't seem like a bragging, but the meals these days are enough to prove his craftsmanship.

The two glasses of red wine were drunk separately, and Pierre finally couldn't help it, holding Lily's chin with one hand, and hugging her slender waist with the other, and kissed it directly with her big mouth.

Lily is very fragrant, I don't know if it's shower gel, perfume, or body fragrance, in short, Pierre likes it very much.

Lily, with her shaggy beard, frowned slightly, but she noticed that Pierre did not close her eyes during the kiss, but stared directly at herself, and her brow quickly relaxed, and changed to an intoxicated expression.

Pierre's misty gaze further irritated Pierre, and soon his hand was no longer satisfied with his waist, but slid into the bathrobe and reached deeper and softer.

Feeling that both purple grapes had hardened, Pierre's heart was even more joyful, and there was nothing more pleasant than flirting with such a stunner.

Lily snorted in cooperation and reached for Pierre's crotch.

Wine and wealth, excessive indulgence, and age here, Pierre's little brother is not hard. However, Lily was experienced, and with only a few finger strokes, the object quickly hit her smooth thighs.

Pierre gradually kissed from his mouth to his neck, only to hear him pant thicker and thicker, and all the hot breath he exhaled sprayed on Lily's snow-white neck. Just as he was about to take off the bathrobe that was in the way and move on to the next step, Lily stopped his hand and looked at him with a complaining expression.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

It can be seen that Pierre really likes Lily, otherwise with his status, there would be no need to ask such superfluous questions.

"You have so many wives, you should be wet with rain and dew, why do you like to bully me so hard?"

"Wife? That's what you call them? In fact, it's just a tool to vent **. ”

"Tools? So, I'm just a tool for you? ”

Lily's eyebrows were upside down, as if she was resentful.

"You know it's not like that."

Pierre could see that Lily wasn't really angry, so he wasted no time explaining.

Lily didn't dwell on the topic, but whispered in his ear, "No matter what you think of them, I'm afraid you'll have to go to them this time." ”

Lily said, slipping out of Pierre's arms.

"My relatives are here, just this morning."

Seeing Pierre's bitter melon face, Lily couldn't help but laugh.

"Really?"

"You want to see it?"

"Forget it."

Pierre sighed, but soon regained his gaze and pulled Lily back into his arms.

Looking at each other, Lily understood what Pierre was thinking.

"Would you rather do this than look for them?"

"Yes." Pierre replied firmly.

"I'm afraid I'm going to be hated."

Lily said as she lowered her head and pressed her lips to the hot object.

Pierre didn't answer, enjoying himself.

Her fingers rubbed over the erect object, her tender tongue kept licking, and she was skilful and knew which way to stimulate which places.

The high tide of pleasure kept coming, and Pierre moaned under his breath, unleashing it as she guided it.

Watching Lily spit the white liquid in the palm of her hand, Pierre was distracted for a moment.

"I guess I'm going to like you. It's not that I like a good tool like that, but I want you to be my woman, that is, my wife. ”

Lily smiled and nodded at Pierre.

Pierre's words were even more disgusting than the liquid she had just spit out of her mouth.

"If this is a marriage proposal, I'll reluctantly agree."

Lily's smile is like a flower, and she captivates the country and the city.

**************

Not every part of the manor is a scene like this, at least not here.

In a vegetable patch in the manor, two groups of people are facing each other angrily.

"Can't understand English, do you? I'm going to take these greens, and I'm going to take them now. ”

A blonde woman who looked a little bit beautiful was pinching her waist at this time and said in a horizontal manner.

She was followed by a group of men and women, roughly numbered, more than twenty people.

Presumably, this is why she speaks so confidently.

On the other hand, there are less than ten people in total, and most of them are women, and the strength of the two sides can be said to be very different.

"We grow these greens..."

Albe tried to argue with the woman, but was quickly interrupted by her.

"Little Nizi, we lost a lot of seeds some time ago, and they must have been stolen by you! If you hadn't planted it, we wouldn't have asked for it! ”

The blonde woman pointed at Albe with her hand, as if she wanted to eat her.

"We stole your seeds?"

Albe smiled bitterly in his heart, the other party clearly came to rob them, and the words of stealing the seeds were nothing more than to cover up their banditry behavior.

Now there are more than a dozen large and small teams in the manor, and the team in front of them can only be regarded as the strength of the middle to low. But Albe and the others are weaker, and it's not an exaggeration to say that they are the weakest of these teams, otherwise the blonde women wouldn't have picked them up to bully.

Albe's eyes grew colder, and he placed the improvised hoe in his hand across his chest.

Compromise with such robbers will only make them worse.

"Since you want to take it, please do it yourself. However, we also lost a batch of clothes the other day, which seems to be the ones you are wearing. ”

(To be done!) The body is recovering well, and I tried to code a chapter, Momoda!! ）