After Meng De revealed his identity, a farce ended so simply, and Mrs. Rouge respectfully invited him to go up to the fourth floor to talk about it.

Looking at Meng De, who followed the bewitching and beautiful upstairs, many guests in the hall showed envy. As we all know, the fourth floor is Mrs. Rouge's private space, and the Rouge Building has been open for so many years, but no man has ever been there.

However, what they envy is not Meng De, but Mrs. Rouge, if they climb to the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Palace, it is equivalent to climbing to the future Pope, how can they not be envious.

Even if he is a Title Douluo powerhouse, he must give three points in the face of the Pope of the Martial Spirit Palace.

Even some guests have imagined that Mrs. Rouge's superb beautiful poses and scratched her head in order to hook up with the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Palace.

Dai Mubai, who was hiding in the corner, watched Meng De's back gradually disappearing into the stairwell, and gritted his teeth angrily, is the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall so amazing! Even Contra has to bow his head!

If it is only the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, it will not make Mrs. Rouge bow her head, but Meng De still has two identities, which directly laid the foundation for him to become the Pope of Wuhun Hall in the future.

Although the face of Rouge House is important, the premise is that Rouge House still exists, since Meng De showed his identity and took the first step to back down, if Mrs. Rouge is still not interested and chooses to be aggressive, then things will not be good.

Dai Mubai let go of the twins in his arms, his eyes were constantly changing, his mood was very boring, and there was a trace of desire for power in his heart.

4th Floor ~ Agar Pavilion

Mrs. Rouge's room is not luxurious, the elegance reveals the simplicity of the years, the furnishings are exquisite, and every piece of furniture is made by a famous artist, and the style is elegant.

As soon as he entered the pavilion, Meng De smelled a erosive atmosphere that was stronger and richer than downstairs, which aroused people's deep desires, and the air was filled with wisps of pink air, surrounding the attic for a long time.

I don't know if it was affected by the erosive breath, or something else, but he felt a fire gradually burning in his abdomen.

After looking around, Meng De's eyes fell on the huge soft bed shrouded in a pink curtain, and there was an almost transparent gauze scattered on the bed, and his mind couldn't help but think of the appearance of Mrs. Rouge wearing a gauze dress.

He shook his head, dispelling the image from his mind.

Madame Rouge slowly closed the door of the room, turned to look at Meng De, her apricot eyes were full of spring, as if she contained a pool of tender spring water, and wanted to drown him.

She invited Meng De to sit on the sofa, and asked the maid with a little confusion.

"Your Highness, you don't seem surprised that I recognize you?"

Hearing this, Meng De sat on the leather sofa, staring at the already ripe Mrs. Rouge, whose plump and mature body exuded a seductive taste, and did not hide his appreciative eyes, carefully examining every beauty of her body.

"When I was in the Martial Spirit Palace, I heard Aunt Lingkite mention you, and I think Aunt Lingkite also mentioned me in front of you, so it's not unusual for you to recognize my identity."

Hearing Meng De, the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Palace, call herself by the word "you", Mrs. Rouge was very useful in her heart, and the smile on her face was even greater, she was really a good and polite child.

In the face of his admiring gaze, the beautiful did not hide it, but put on an extremely enchanting and charming posture, showing all her beauty in Meng De's eyes, letting him appreciate it, secretly rejoicing in her heart, after all, she is a child, and it is normal to be fascinated by her beautiful body.

"I see, but I asked more."

As she spoke, Madame Rouge raised her hand to caress her beautiful lips, her fingers flicking as they touched and retracted, as elastic as jelly, and her demeanor was seductive and seductive, and at the same time, her apricot eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was sending some kind of signal to Mengde.

This scene fell in Meng De's eyes, making the flame in his abdomen burn even more vigorously, and he seduced him as soon as he met, what a demon woman!

Suppressing the burning flames, Meng De still smiled, and opened his mouth to get closer to Mrs. Rouge.

"Since Madame and Aunt Lingkite are best friends and sisters, it would be a little too distant to call you Mrs. again, why don't you call you Aunt Sally?"

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son can call it whatever he wants, and I will cooperate~"

Mrs. Rouge smiled and squinted, and did not forget to tease Meng De in language, she could call it anything, and she cooperated.

Tempted by him like this, Meng De raised a trace of vigilance in his heart, and he was courteous and attentive to nothing, either a traitor or a thief. There must be something wrong with this superb beautiful, otherwise she wouldn't have seduced him like this.

After a while, the maid brought two cups of flower tea with rose petals, the fragrance of flowers and tea was mixed together, and there was a slight strange fragrance.

Mrs. Rouge picked up a cup of rose tea with both hands, steaming, she slightly opened her fat lips, and gently blew the hot air on the tea, the rose petals fluttered gently in the cup, and the aroma of hot tea was blown by her in front of Meng De, and with pink gas, enveloping his nasal cavity.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, please taste it."

The beautiful handed the flower tea to Meng De, her smile was charming and charming, and her cheeks were flushed with a touch of rosy at some point, as bright as a peach and plum.

Facing the courteous Mrs. Rouge, Meng De left a trace of vigilance in his heart, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he just reached out to take the flower tea.

But he didn't expect the beautiful's palm to move slightly, and deliberately let Meng De touch the back of her hand, the excellent touch made him stunned, tender as tofu, smooth as white jade, making people want to hold it and play with it.

When he withdrew his hand, he gently scratched his little finger on the palm of Meng De's hand, and an itching sensation went straight to his brain, and at the same time he threw a flattering eye at Meng De, hinting at him frantically.

As if to say that as long as he wants, she can.

Depend on! It's really flirtatious! Meng De secretly admired, but his heart was more vigilant.

is so provocative, if you want to say that there is no ghost, he doesn't believe it. Or is it because you fancy his identity, his future, want to invest in advance, and want to send?

Meng De quietly brought back the flower tea, took a sip of tea, and then opened his mouth to praise the taste of the flower tea, and asked Mrs. Rouge to change her mind that she didn't need to call him His Royal Highness the Holy Son.

Mrs. Rouge's apricot eyes brewing spring reflected Meng De's handsome appearance, a trace of longing to emerge, her red lips opened slightly, her pink and soft tongue stretched out, and she licked her lips, which was very seductive.

To be honest, Meng De was a little overwhelmed, and he always felt that the flames in his body were getting hotter and stronger, and began to burn his body.

Having a problem with tea? No, it's not just the tea that's wrong, it's the air in this room, and even the breath that Madame Rouge exhaled just now!

It's been calculated! Dry!

He scolded secretly, I really don't understand why this demon woman suddenly seduced him, I really want to send it?

Madame Rouge, who was sitting opposite Meng De, noticed his strange appearance, and her beautiful eyes flashed a hint of cunning, did she start to play a role.

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