Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

What a handsome man!

Powerful men are mighty, handsome!

The maid soon became obsessed.

You know, looking at the President so close is a rare opportunity.

Normally, they can't see the President this close.

And they still lay there, and they watched...

The maid was totally obsessed, a facial idiot, that slightly open mouth, like running out of water.

Pastoral thought was over and saw the maid staring obsessively at herself, his eyebrows tight and his eyes cold for a few points.

“Put the wine down and get out.” He spoke coldly.

“Ah...” the maid was fascinated and suddenly heard his voice, like being a thief, caught on the spot, frightened.

Hands trembled and the red liquor fluids swayed out of the cup, sprinkling on Pastoral pure white shirts.

Time, his chest, like stained with a demonic saffron, the wet part, close to his skin, just before his chest ~.

The man's * * * *, just across the red and wet shirt, showed up in front of the maid.

Very sexy ~ sexy, strong chest muscles, strong.

The maid looked at Ancient Chest with fear, then raised her eyes and looked carefully at Ancient Ancient Ancient.

The maid was overwhelmed when she saw herself staring in the shadows.

Like a frightened bunny, she even apologized: "Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! ”

The maid had long forgotten to hold the glass in her hand, and when she apologized, her hands trembled and the wine in the glass was poured all over the herding.

“Ah, sir, I'll clean it up for you.” The maid freaked out and put the cup on hold and wiped the wine with her palm.

In a hurry, the maid would never have thought to wipe it with a tissue or a clean towel.

Her hand just touched Pastoral chest, suddenly a sore wrist, only Pastoral sat up, at the same time, the maid's figure, like a weightless inflatable ~ air ~ doll, was thrown out.

She hit the screen hard and hit the floor with it.

The maid's head hit the foot of the screen, causing her to scream.

The movement here promptly prompted maids working in the living room.

There was a lot of movement and the fallen maid scrolled on the ground.

The working maid glanced at this side, only to see the screen gone, cold as the godly pasture, and got out of bed with a sense of oppression.

He sat down, his sense of oppression was so heavy, he stood up, more like a god overlooking the sky.

Especially his white shirt, stained with red, looked terribly cold as if he'd just been torn.

“Hook me up?” Pastoral stepped forward to the maid and looked down at each other.

After listening, the maids suddenly realized that this woman wanted to hook ~ Mr. Pastoral.

The maid sat down so easily that she cried her face and explained: "Sir, no! I didn't!”

Pastoral ancestry pulls up the corner of his mouth, laughs more demonic than evil, his eyes are frightening, without a hint of temperature, such pastoral ancestry is completely unlike previous pastures.

He looked at the maid coldly, "Really? Pour the wine on me intentionally and try to unbutton me, not hook ~ what is it? ”

“No... no...”

“What I hate most is women like you, who dare not admit it. In three seconds, disappear in front of me! ”

“…” The maid shook, her back trembled, her heart trembled, hurried up and rushed out of the living room with endless grievances.

Pastoral pulled the tie with agitation.