Mei Gongqing

Wang Hong quickly extended his left hand and held Chen Yong tightly into his small hand, but he had just pulled that hand out of the clothes. Chen Yong's other little hand had ripped his coat off and snapped and pulled it on his chest.

Looking at her eyes wide, her eyelashes fluttered and serious, it seemed like she wouldn't stop until she pulled this thing out. If she takes the medicine again, her hands and feet are weak, then the pulling motion becomes a soft emotional choice.

Wang Hong held her right hand in the face and put it down, pulling it toward the little hand playing in the chest.

He had just snapped the little hand, but his lips were warm, but Chen Zheng covered his lips, his tongue was vomiting, he was laughing, and he was happy to draw his lip line. The deeper the tongue was at this moment, the deeper it was, the more it squeezed his teeth and penetrated into his mouth chasing his tongue.

At this time, Wang Hong's breath was completely messed up. His handsome face hid around, but the more he hid, the happier Chen Yong was. She grinned and pressed her elbows against his collar.

Just for a moment, Wang Hong's coat has been torn apart for the most part. And, over time, his shirt is ripping apart.

Gradually, the left flattened right branch, the busy hands and feet Wang Hong, the breathing is more and more impatient, the face is also more and more faint. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore. Lock her hands together, Wang Hong hurriedly ordered: "Ayung, stop! Stop!”

When he drank it, Chen Rong raised his head in agitation. His watery eyes looked at him indissolubly. In addition to the glamour, his eyes were complaining.

Such a face is also difficult for the fairy to resist. Wang Hong's breathing was messed up for a few beats. His silver teeth bite, his hands stretched out, his arms clasped tightly and locked in his arms.

Locked so hard by him, Chen looked uncomfortable, she twisted her torso, found her hands unable to move, her little face rubbed against his chest, rubbing while making a low groan.

One drop and two drops of sweat seeped out of Wang Hong's back of the neck and slowly flowed under the collar.

His throat was rolling, and just as he bit his teeth and tightened his arms again, a staff member's squeezed laugh came from outside the car, "Lang Jun, the beauty is the hardest to refuse, why bear it? ”

The staff member's voice had just fallen, and another staff member said: "Hey, this world is really getting fast, this is not a glance, my windy Lang Gun looked at Yao Xiaohui. ”

As soon as that came out, there was a downpour of laughter.

Wang Hong was being tormented by the warm and soft jade in his arms, and he couldn't help but whisper these laughters.

When the hum came out, the laughter sounded even louder.

At this time, Wang Hong in the carriage, after a grunt, reached out and pulled open the small mouth that was talking about his right chest. But he was holding her tightly, and this let go of one hand, and the delicate body in his arms rubbed harder.

Wang Hong was helpless, he fell forward. After he fell into the carriage holding Chen rong, he put his hands and feet together and pressed Chen's face like octopus firmly under his body, making her immobile.

When they heard the muffled noise in the carriage, the people outside shook up and turned their eyes. One of the guards laughed: "Lang Jun is alive and strong. ”

The other said seriously: “From what I can see, I'm afraid that it's not my husband. ”

The words came out again with a strong low laugh.

In the carriage, Wang Hong couldn't help but be angry. He stuck to Chen Rong's body and found that she was no longer twisting so much, his arms bent and his upper body slightly lifted.

With his head down, Wang Hong looked at his little face blushing, his eyes glowing like silk, and looked at his face with great grief... Her eyes are unbearable. Wang Hong bit his teeth. He lowered his head and pecked slightly in her eyes. “Ayung, I am not a saint. If you do that again, I'm afraid I won't be able to take it again. ”

Speaking of which, he couldn't help laughing. He lowered his head and let the broken hair on his forehead fall off. Wang Hong floated on Chen rong's nose tip. His voice was dull and sinister, "Dunlon Happy, it was a beautiful thing... Last time I was wrong, I should have done something else. ”

Where does Chen Yong understand all this? She just stared at him with grief and joy...

The carriage is still moving forward steadily.

At this point, one of the guards said softly outside: "Lang Jun, we have medicine. ”

The medicine he said is a relaxing, tired and sleepy medicine that can not remove the dark fragrance of the medicine, but can gradually put people to sleep in exhaustion.

When the guard said this, when he saw that Mr. Lang had not answered, he asked: “Mr. Lang? ”

Wang Hong still did not answer.

He was pressing on Chen Yung, lowering his head, looking quietly at the twisting of his delicate body, and staring at his face with grief in the water of his eyes. Her eyes, her expression, her glamour, and more importantly, her emotions.

Wang Hong's eyes were long and long before he lowered his voice: “No need. ”

The guard stayed and was about to ask. After a glance at him, he came over and whispered: “Lang Jun is happy at this moment, you really don't know! ”

The guard's eyes kept looking silly in the carriage, muttering, "It's just a woman, in my family's capacity as a monarch, if you want it, don't want it. This doesn't move her, doesn't free her, really, doesn't act like Lang Junping. ”

The guard's voice was very low, only two people could hear him. Now, the two companions threw a scornful white eye at him and shook his head in one direction.

In the carriage, Chen Rong was crushed by him, and he couldn't move. All she could do was lift her little face up and faint her cheeks all over her spring-style little face. His eyes waved like silk, and Chen Cheng mumbled: “Qilong, I'm so hot. ”

One word spit out, Wang Hong's throat knot rolled a little.

He lowered his head, gently containing the tip of her nose, low ground, and gently said, "It's okay, I'm with you. ”

He exhaled the scent of freshness, making Chen Yong's little face blush.

Her eyes became flooded with water. She looked at Wang Hong with such eagerness. She muttered: "Lang Jun, Lang Jun... My lord. ”

In her repeated calls, Wang Hong closed his eyes and put his face on her little face. Listening to her roaring murmur, he sighed for a long time.

That sigh had just exited, almost suddenly, his mouth moved and his thin lips blocked her little mouth tightly, swallowing all her groans, woolly, gentle love, all into her belly.

The cloves spit and the lips and tongues are boundless...

Wang Hong had just moved away, and Chen Rong had raised her head urgently. She pounded her little mouth over his thin lips again, sending a satisfying groan from her throat.

At this time, a guardian, Lang Lang, asked: "Lang Jun, are you going home? ”

Nobody answered.

When the carriage stopped, the guard's voice raised slightly, "Lang Jun, are you going back to the house? ”

The sound woke up the two wrapped around the carriage. Wang Hong gasped and raised his head. His eyes were no longer clear, and he looked at Chen Rong for a moment. He closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his face was clear again. He stared at the bottom of her eyes and his shadow. Xu Xu said: “Go back to Xishan Road to see. ”

“Yes.”

After a pause, Wang Hongqingrun's voice came back, “Go and say it, and the servants, too, sent back to Dao Guan. ”

“Yes.”

Rong responded, the convoy turned.

The convoy could not reach a hundred steps and stopped after two swings.

Immediately afterwards, a soft female voice came from the outside, "But Qilong is here?” In the sound, there is a tremendous surprise.

Without waiting for the guards to answer, a man laughed, “Did you meet Qilong? Very good. Very good. ”

As soon as it came out, it was quiet outside, followed by a neat and serious call, "I have seen His Majesty! ”

Your Majesty?

Wang Hong frowned slightly.

He stared beneath him, dressed in a robe, and tied the face of the Taoist aunt. He thought, "I have just left the house and met His Majesty. It seems that Lang Wang Qi has been gentle and casual for too long!

You know, Chen Yong now, but His Majesty Kim Gau gave it to Taoist aunt, and this gift was only a few days ago!

Even if the top noblemen who built Kangcheng did not take this sire seriously, the monarchy God gave them thousands of years of dynasty.

This superficial kung fu, anyway, is to be done.

It's not just him, even King Jian Kang, but he's just sneaking around... This public beating in the face is a big taboo in the aristocratic circle.

Looks like he's being reckoned with.

In Wang Hong's silence room, another young man laughed, "Is it Qilong? Last time I looked around, I didn't know if Qilong knew me. ”

This voice, young and childish, was made by King Jen, who had the best relationship with His Majesty.

In Wang's laugh, another young man, Lang Lang Lang, laughed: “The other day I heard that Qi Lang had returned. Hey, Qilong's back, ladies from all over town, never look at us again. ”

The sound dropped and made me laugh.

At this time, the delicate woman's voice spoke delicate and softly called: “Qilong Qilong, how come you haven't seen her yet? ”

Listening to the laughter outside, Wang Hong smiled. He rolled his big sleeve over Chen Rong's face. Large sleeve bottom with palms pressed against Chen Yong's lips.

Just as his fingers pressed, his fingertips warmed, but Chen Zheng contained his fingers, gently biting... This move caused Wang Hong to tremble again.

He restrained his mind and slowly sat upright.

Reaching out his left hand, Wang Hong slowly pulled the curtain open.

Wang Hong's face revealed, the soft woman's voice was astonished, she called with concern: "Qilong, Qilong, what's wrong with you? That's it? Clothes are messy, too?” Her eyes shifted to Wang Hong's chest and her face was reddish.

But he was blushing, and the delicate girl was still holding her head, her eyes bright to Wang Hong's chest, and looking into the carriage.

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