Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter

Speaking of which, water pity is crying silently: "My lord, my lady, if... If there is no room for sorrow, sorrow follows... Follow Miss Dae, be a doctor, please don't... Stop selling pity! ”

After that, he even kowtowed, his feeble appearance, more painful than the flowers in the storm.

At first sight, Mu Yingrui's desire to protect increased dramatically. I lifted up my sorrow and cut the nail to the ground and said out loud, “Why? Master wants to lift an aunt. Are you still afraid of her? What a joke. Poor child, from now on, you are Grandpa's fifth aunt; don't be afraid, Grandpa will protect you from anyone. Don't worry about the ghost. Your mother will blame you for this. You tell your father that your father is in charge. ”

“Sir!” The sad, moving head fell into the arms of Mu Weiyi, and his crying body trembled like a fallen leaf in the cold wind.

Her daughter was still with her. Mu Yingrui's old face blushed. She was just about to push away her misery, but saw that Purple Ghost was gone.

Daughter is gone, Mu Yiyi is warm and soft, can you hold her? Middle-aged uncle Sheep turned into a wolf and almost took the little beauty in his arms into his stomach.

Misery was to catch Mu Yiyi as requested by Purple Ghost. She thought it was going to take her time, but she didn't think Mu Ying Ying was hungry in color. She didn't use her kung fu, so she caught her.

It's not like she learned how to deal with men in Chulu Hall. It's really fun to refuse to pay back.

Seeing Mu Weiyi wriggle around her lips, she immediately stretched out her little tongue and licked it gently on Mu Weiyi's lips.

At first sight, Mu Yingrui took the opportunity to stick his tongue into the mouth of the water-hearted sandalwood, and quickly gasped for the water-hearted kiss, softly paralyzing it in his arms.

At first glance, Mu Yingrui glanced at her silky eyes, her delicate little face was disoriented, there was no magical and lazy feeling, her own bitten red lips, some redness, more delicate appearance.

The neck was opened very low, nude with delicate clavicles and half a piece of crispy xiōng. At this moment, as she gasped, she was constantly ups and downs, and Mu Weiyi's blood was sprayed and her heart rate accelerated.

Mu Yingrui couldn't care less to say that he was kidney deficient and asked him to restrain the house; he couldn't wait to grab the claw towards the richness of the water pity chest.

That's one of the reasons why he sees water pity. Because Mu Yingrui's woman now has the same chest as Guangxi, holding it in her hand, it feels very unpleasant.

It reminds him of his mother Purple Ghost - Artille's wave of snow dunes, a feeling that cannot be described in words; it's just that he enjoyed it only twice, and when Artille conceived Purple Ghost, he never enjoyed it again.

That is also something he deeply regrets. Artille was satisfied with his looks, body and talent; but he was so cold that he couldn't lift his head when he looked at her dark purple, without a little temperature, but with his belittled eyes.

Lastly, he did not share his room with Atil, rather than apologize to Atil for his indifference and contempt, seriously undermining his self-esteem.

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