Yecheng Yongle Lane has become Ye Ning's favorite place.

Ye Ning, who was held in the palm of his hand by the whole family, looked very strong, although he was only three years old, he had the size of an ordinary child five or six years old. Every day at dusk, he always carried a small bench, staggered to the entrance of Yongle Lane, and then, sitting on his buttocks, looking at the pedestrians coming and going in a daze.

His nurse pearl naturally follows at any time.

On this day, Pearl was wearing a pink dress, especially because of long-term tonics, the chest in front of her seemed to be about to burst out of her clothes at any time, and two loops of milk were squeezed out, wetting the mattress.

As soon as Ye Ning finished, his eyes couldn't turn anymore.

"Little master, are you hungry again?" Pearl hugged Ye Ning, ripped off her corset, and stuffed the **** into Ye Ning's mouth without saying anything.

Sweet milk poured into Ye Ning's mouth, and at this moment, he couldn't cry or laugh - the young master was hungry, but what the young master wanted to eat was not milk!

After finally finishing the destruction, Ye Ning raised his head "satisfied" and continued to be in front of the bench, looking intently at the pedestrians coming and going.

It's already the beginning of the lights, and there are not fewer pedestrians on the street, but more pedestrians.

Pearl is depressed, how can the little boy like this? Look at his pouting mouth, confused eyes, there is really the melancholy of a wandering poet. Poet, could it be that the young master will be a poet when he grows up?

The Daqing Empire was extremely rich, and the empire was particularly interested in those poems and lyrics, and the status of the poet was extremely high. It is said that within the empire, poets were short of some silver taels when shopping, and they only needed to write a poem on the spot to make up for it. Thinking of this, Pearl's face showed a smug expression. When I looked at Xiao Yening again, no matter how I looked at it, I felt that his expression was particularly melancholy.

Ye Ning stared intently at the passers-by—the scantily clad □□. Damn, the women of this world are really avant-garde, dressed so sexy. The master can't touch it, but it's always okay to have a good time.

That hip-up beauty is good, the buttocks are round and firm, and the hand must feel good;

Well, the beauty with the waist of the water snake is also good, walking and swaying, if it is a Guanyin sitting lotus, it must be cool and crooked;

The best, that beauty in a white dress must be the best, with a delicate and ******** appearance, hey, look at the walking posture turned out to be a place!

......

Ye Ning was very glad that he had discovered such a good place in Yongle Lane early in the morning, and in just a moment, he was about to slip out of his saliva when he saw it. Beauties, don't grow up anymore, you must wait for the master.

On the other side, Pearl was so drunk that he couldn't do it, and the melancholy young master couldn't help but hug Ye Ning, and with a "horn", he took away Ye Ning's first kiss.