[Boss's Big Wife]: Leg control? That's the end of it, he won't be able to escape your long legs in his life.

[The boss's second wife]: We are also leg controlled, why doesn't my wife wear *** to show us?

[The boss's third wife]: Understood, there is no love, right? I only wear *** to stinky men, and I can't show it to my wives!

[The boss's four wives]: Wife, I want to remind you, prepare a little more***, otherwise you won't have enough to wear.

[Boss's Fifth Wife]: Don't worry, with our wife's figure, we can definitely make her boyfriend surrender first.

[The boss's sixth wife]: Well, can my wife give us a class and explain the experience to us?

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As the saying goes, three women in one play.

How many plays do the six women have?

Poetry whispers don't know.

All she knew was that these six rotten girls liked to drive non-stop.

If one day the group is blocked, she is not surprised at all.

You know, the topic of women's private chats is very open.

Do you really think boys are very?

No, no, no!

The chat history between girls and girls is even more terrifying.

A little boy who is innocent can see that his face is red.

The poem whispered and read it for a few seconds.

Jiang Cheng has already been placed in his mind 108 times.

Looking at the word "wife", Shi Qingyu frowned slightly.

Glancing at Jiang Cheng out of the corner of his eye, the poem whispered softly.

"Well, I'll tell you something."

"What's the matter?"

After cutting his toenails, Jiang Cheng, who was playing with his feet, looked up.

Shi pursed her lips softly, "You come over here."

"Okay."

Put down the fun feet.

Jiang Cheng moved up and leaned against the head of the bed side by side with Shi Qingyu.

At first glance, he saw the group chat.

At the second glance, the screen full of "wives" came into view.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng's heart jumped.

But he didn't rush into the attack.

Instead, he looked at the poem in confusion and whispered.

"It's ......"

Shi Qingyu looked at Jiang Cheng seriously and explained.

"They're my six store managers."

"They were all my college classmates, and they were all women."

"They're just talking, not really thinking."

"If you mind, I'll tell them not to call them that."

Hearing the poem's whispered explanation, Jiang Cheng completely relaxed.

The big hand slipped under the pillow and wrapped its arms around the woman's waist.

Jiang Cheng, who was grinning, rubbed the woman's little head melon seeds dotingly.

"As long as it's not a boy, it's fine, and if it's a girl, that's fine."

"Don't worry, how could I let a boy call me that!"

"That's good."

Jiang Cheng's curiosity rose again.

"Are they all Lala?"

"No, they're all straight women of steel, but they like to read rotten texts."

「...... What kind of fetish is this?"

"I don't understand either, they all like to read lily scripts."

"Good fellow, I can't read the rotten text anyway."

"I can't see it either."

The poem whispered and looked up.

"Why don't you sit down?" I'm not done yet."

"Hmm!"

Jiang Cheng touched it, picked up the woman's long legs and pinched it for a while!

If it weren't for the poetry whispering laptop in her lap.

He was definitely going to lie down and try what it was like for a woman's thighs to pillow.

It should be wonderful!

Wait until the poem whispers

After writing, it was time for the two to enjoy.

The real bad stuff is just starting now.

After packing up her things, Shi Qingyu was suppressed by the boy as soon as she lay down on the bed.

Immediately after, there was an extra blouse on the bed next to him......

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The next day, the two magically did not get up late.

Because there is one more important thing today.

That's it – a fan meeting.

In order to participate in the fan meeting, the bubble tea shop is closed today.

The three scumbags, Jiang Yun, and Fu Yao all followed.

Early in the morning, three cars drove to the big supermarket and moved a lot of ingredients and equipment.

Fans who can make it to their destination on their own.

I can't rush over, I can only watch the live broadcast aggrievedly.

Depart for your destination.

Jiang Cheng's handsome face appeared in the live broadcast room.

But the fans didn't appreciate it.

"Where's my sister-in-law? Why don't you always let your sister-in-law appear on camera?"

"Brother Cheng is going to see you outside, how good it would be for my sister-in-law to drive."

"I'm out of 50, the fans present, whoever sends me a picture of my sister-in-law, I want a full-body photo."

"We are all righteous men and gentlemen, and the clothes my sister-in-law is wearing today should be very cool."

"I'm still thinking about asking my sister-in-law, how can I judge the model at a glance?"

"Please tell me what position I need to sleep in order to achieve this kind of dream, and I also want a girlfriend like my sister-in-law."

「......」

Want her to be on camera?

Joke.

The way she sits and sits now, can she be seen by others?

took off his shoes, and the whole person shrank in the seat, without the fan of a cold royal sister at all.

She won't let others see her like this.

Disguise is left for others to see.

Sincerely, it's on your boyfriend.

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More than an hour away, Jiangcheng and his party came to a farmhouse.

It is now the off-season for tourism, and Jiangcheng simply chartered the entire farmhouse.

So that they can have as much fun as they want.

The red Porsche pulls into the farmhouse.

A group of people gathered in the distance turned their heads to look over.

If nothing else, there are no accidents.

Fans are here first!

The phones were raised.

There are also a few Hanhan, with flashing lights on in broad daylight.

Fans were photographed into the live broadcast room, which made the fans watching the live broadcast even more unhappy.

"I can't stand it, I'm going to go over now, go to work, Lao Tzu won't do it."

"Photos, photos, I'll give 100, hurry up and send out my sister-in-law's photos."

"Envy? I don't envy it at all. It's just a small scene, I don't envy it! Woo woo ~ ~~ "

"Can the fans at the scene hug their sister-in-law?"

"Upstairs, what are you dreaming about? Brother Cheng doesn't want us to take a second look, do you still want to hug your sister-in-law?"

"I rushed over and hugged my sister-in-law and ran away, will something happen?"

"Upstairs, tell me, where is your address?" I'm going to prepare a feast."

「......」

Twenty or thirty people came by sight.

This is still in advance.

When it is late, it is estimated that more people will come.

Jiang Cheng walked down, took the little hand of the poem whispering, and walked towards the fans.

Excited fans gathered around, but no one dared to act rashly.

Three scumbags hold cameras and become bitter cameramen.

At this point, the fans who were screaming on the Internet finally saw the poem whispering.

At just one glance, countless boys are everywhere

Cry.

Not to mention appearance and financial resources.

Just look at the height, they can't compare.

The dog food class has started: sometimes, be sure to give the other person a little time to explain, and don't be too presumptuous!