Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

When he saw Banjianing, he turned consciously to leave.

But when she heard a heavy collision behind her, she frowned and couldn't help turning back.

I saw Banjia rather shake her body and hit the wall.

He held onto the wall and kept moving forward, without stopping for a moment to see her.

Pastoral heart, suddenly a little lost, she didn't know why she had this emotion.

Just standing tall, hitting the wall again.

This time, Banjia prefers to sit down.

Pastor hurried forward to hold him and asked, “Are you all right? ”

Banjia preferred to turn her head, get drunk and blurry. When she spoke, the smell of spilled alcohol, she said, "Who are you? ”

Makoto grinned, "Who am I? Don't you know me? ”

“Maid? My brother-in-law's maid, dressed like this? Aren't you cold?” Pastoral hearts are still dressed in bridesmaids' skirts, shoulder openings and breasts.

“Think of yourself first, you're drunk like this, I'll help you get some rest.” Pastoral Heart said.

“Rest... OK, rest, I have a headache...”

“Not if you drink so much without a headache. ”

The man was heavy and the shepherd helped him very hard.

“Do you still live in the original bedroom?” She asked hard.

“Mmm.”

“It's heavy. ”

“Hey, what's your name? ”

“You don't have to know.” Pastoral heart gambled.

Is he really drunk and doesn't know who he is?

“What a dragging tone, huh...”

“Do you know Pastoral Heart? ”

“Makoto? Yes, a woman dragged to heaven. ”

Makoto listened, his heart snapped, “Why did you say she dragged to heaven? ”

“She dragged me to heaven, to others... so good that I couldn't. Cough..."

“...” Turns out, that's how he rated himself, "you seem to hate her. ”

Ben's family was more obsessed with the nod: "Yes, I hate her, I hate her. ”

“...” Pastoral heartache, “don't you like her? ”

“Understood liking, not liking. ”

“…” Turns out, he used to haunt her, all knowingly like it.

The two of them held each other and returned to Banjianing's bedroom.

Benjamin's bedroom, like him, simple, stylish.

Patriarch took him to the bed and put him down.

Banjia prefers to lie down without letting go of her hand on her shoulder, so she also brings her heart to the bed.

“Ah…” Pastoral heart pressed against him, his forehead heavily kowtowed to his firm chest, and he shouted softly.

She raised her head and ran into the drunken eyes of Xianing at work.

Banjia was looking at her with a very strange look, "You...”

Makocchan panicked and got up quickly.

Don't know, when Banjia preferred to lie down, she pressed her drifting skirt under her legs, and the shepherd was too anxious to get up, yet she had not stood up, and was pulled down by a pull on Banjianing.

Two collisions led to a sudden and unusual feeling in the drunken Banjia.

Look at the white and delicate face of the shepherd, and her body pounding on his penis, keeping his throat tight.

His eyes suddenly became dark and he flipped over, changing positions with the shepherd's heart, and he pressed the shepherd's heart under him.

“Ah...” Makoto felt just a twist in front of him and people were pressed down.

After Banjianing left the psychiatric hospital, like a rapidly growing child, today he is not only handsome, expensive, tall, and strong.

Knowledge was accepted, and the nobility in his bones was exquisite.