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Mr. Han locked the door and turned on a moody little yellow lamp, coupled with the luxurious style of the master bedroom and the princess bed, which is very reverie.

Mr. Han held the iceberg on his pretty face, and his red lips opened slightly: "Brother Zhang, I suddenly thought of something." ”

"Say." Zhang Ruoyu was like a spy, opened the curtains, and overlooked the entire Han family's courtyard.

"All my bedding has moved to happiness." Mr. Han's eyes rolled and said slyly. "There's no sheets to cover you."

"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu said lightly. "Then don't make a floor."

Before Mr. Han reluctantly agreed, Brother Zhang said again: "You sleep on the sofa." ”

“——”

Mr. Han's beautiful face was a little distorted, and he said stiffly: "This single sofa in the house is too short, where can I put my long legs?" ”

"Well said." Zhang Ruoyu put the chair on the dressing table next to the sofa and said calmly. "You put your feet on a chair, just the right length."

Mr. Han almost turned his face on the spot, and his pretty face turned pale with anger.

What do you mean? I don't have any infectious diseases, I don't get dirty, and I still have a hot body.

You don't want to take advantage of it at all?

Are you a man?

Or is it - really as Brother Zhang said, although I haven't touched it, even if I look at it, I'm tired of watching it, and I have no appetite?

Mr. Han fell into deep thought and self-reflection.

Strictly speaking, she has been watching Brother Zhang's chest muscles and abdominal muscles recently, and they are not as exciting as before. I always feel that I have seen too much, it is not fresh, the shape is just like that, and there is even a tendency to become smaller.

No way? It's only been less than three months, and the passion has faded, and the left hand touches the right hand?

People say that love has a three-month shelf life.

With Brother Zhang, how can this talk about love? It's a bit of an exaggeration to even engage in ambiguity.

Ding dong.

Just then, the phone rang.

It's a WeChat message from the little old lady.

"How's it going?"

Mr. Han sneakily changed the little old lady's remarks to Dai Meng, and replied: "The situation is very tense, he keeps peeking at my buttocks, and his eyes are bloodshot." ”

After sending WeChat, Mr. Han glanced at Brother Zhang, who was standing in front of the window, with his back to him looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Is there something wrong with this child? How do you just look at the ass? You're showing off your proud body other than your ass! ”

The little old lady seemed to be more anxious than Mr. Han.

"What about reveals? I almost snatched his soul away with a single look. Or would he have taken such a big risk to come to my room tonight? Mr. Han pouted and replied with a WeChat message coldly and arrogantly.

"So what do you think? Dry sleep tonight? Mrs. Han was a little unsure of her precious granddaughter's thoughts.

"You know what? Men don't have a good thing, once they sleep, they immediately like the new and hate the old, and I'm nothing. Mr. Han coldly sent a WeChat message.

"It makes sense, but—" The little old lady scratched her head, thinking about how to take it down.

"No, there are many things that women can't take the initiative, and once they take the initiative, they are cheap and worthless. If you want to pinch a man, you have to refuse and welcome, you have to make him scratch his heart and lungs, and he is completely crazy. ”

Mr. Han has learned a lot of the art of war, read a lot of history, and knows men well.

Putting down the mobile phone, Mr. Han turned sideways and propped up his head, because he was wearing thin, and the plump waves on his chest were magnificent.

Coupled with Mr. Han's ascetic iceberg cold temperament, it's a dick.

"Brother Zhang. Sleep? ”

The single sofa is too short, and half of Mr. Han's snow-white long legs are on the chair, and his movements are slightly stiff.

Zhang Ruoyu glanced back at Mr. Han and said lightly: "Okay, go to bed." ”

Mr. Han sneered in her heart, as if everything was expected by her.

As long as he scratches his head slightly, Brother Zhang will definitely not be able to resist it.

climbed into the soft big bed, Mr. Han lay on the head of the bed, squeezed out a deep groove in his chest, two snow-white thighs, and pretended to hook up and sway from side to side cutely, sucking in his lower abdomen, and exploding the curve of his buttocks.

Both pure and enchanting.

This action, Mr. Han himself can't withstand it, let alone Brother Zhang?

Zhang Ruoyu turned his head, glanced at Mr. Han, who was not quite right, and said lightly: "Is there any wine?" Give me two whole bottles of Lafite to rinse my mouth. ”

When Mr. Han heard this, he jumped up and helped Brother Zhang get wine.

I also helped him pry it open very intimately.

But I was thinking in my heart: This bastard usually talks very loudly, but he really wants to actually operate it, and he has to rely on wine to cheer up? Cowardice.

But Mr. Han has already thought about it.

But whenever Brother Zhang dared to cross the Lei Chi, he immediately put on a straight face, revealing the aura of the iceberg boss, and coldly rejected him.

Let Brother Zhang scratch his heart and lungs and take it hard.

"Do you want me to have a drink with you?" Mr. Han looked charming, and under the dim light, it was even more amorous.

It's just a goblin who is obsessed with death.

"Don't." Zhang Ruoyu didn't even want a wine glass, he blew directly into his mouth, not giving Mr. Han a chance to drink.

Mr. Han was a little breathless.

How boring is it to drink alone?

There is an iceberg beauty to drink with you, are you still not happy?

Seeing that Mr. Han had a straight face, Zhang Ruoyu sat on the single sofa slowly, and said lightly: "Okay, don't be full of dirty thoughts, go to bed quickly." ”

Mr. Han was about to fight back, but Brother Zhang was full of murderous intent: "Do you know how much explosive power my muscles have accumulated?" It's really annoying me, can you stand this little body? ”

When Mr. Han heard this, his delicate body trembled.

Not to mention anything else, just the explosive power of Brother Zhang's twisting of the sheets, Mr. Han was scared when he thought about it.

Turning around and stirring him up, he was heartbroken, and while he forced himself to do things, he pinched his neck with both hands, playing a perverted suffocation flow...

"Good night!" Mr. Han was afraid of self-immolation, so he didn't dare to get hurt again.