The 99th Divorce

Luo Zhan dragged his trousers hard, stretched his hand backwards, and pushed him erratically. His cheeks were red, and his anger was unstoppable.

After that, he got up busy and pulled his pants away to see.

I deliberately looked at the place with the strongest light and thought about it for a long time. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, and it was not so painful just now.

Looking back, Lu Yihan had been lying on the ground half-half, and his nosebleed was still running down.

This……

It's too awful.

Luo Zhandun felt that he was an angel and a fairy!

That's a kind heart!

"Hey, I really owe you!"

He stepped up to support him and leaned him against the door, but he went to find a tissue.

He grabbed a pack of paper towels to wipe his face, then went to find a pack of wet wet tissues from Lu Yihan, wiped his face clean, and blocked his nostrils with tissues.

The nosebleed soon bleeds, and Luo Zhan helped him to remove the tissue, and then patted his face angrily. He growled and said, "Get up and go back to bed!"

Lu Yihan was half drunk and half awake. Hearing this, he wanted to get up, but his body was not very contentious. Before he even sat up straight, he planted it again.

Luo Zhan hurriedly supported him and dragged him towards the inside.

But Lu Yihan was already wet with water, and his body was wet.

With a deep sigh, Luo Zhan reached out and unbuttoned him. After taking off his suit shirt, he touched his pants.

Good guy, soaked.

Loosen the belt for him, Luo Zhan unbuttoned his pants, straight and handsome trousers were pulled down, Luo Zhanton felt relaxed in time.

"Humph! Give me something to eat tomorrow, I must have fried you back, yeah, exhausted dad!" Raised his hands, Luo Zhan picked him up, only three or two steps away from the bed He soon threw him on the bed.

Luo Zhan lay down on him, deliberately pressed on his body, and snorted coldly: "Shuang, give Lao Tzu a good meal tomorrow! Hear no!"

After that, he threw his hand back, but at this time, Lu Yihan's big hand not only did not leave, but pulled him and dragged him.

Luo Zhan immediately fell down, and his body fell firmly on him.

"Well ... don't go ..." Lu Yihan awakened half a dream, then shouted, then held Luo Zhan, rolled onto the bed, and climbed firmly.

Luo Zhan's eyes widened, inexplicably, his cheeks slightly burned.

But the next second, struggling like thunder and madness, shouting: "Hey, don't mess up, boy, how many times have I said, don't engage in -ji not engage in -ji not engage in -ji!"

After pushing Lu Yihan away, Luo Zhan got up and felt his face scared.

"What the hell! Asi, crazy!" Luo stomped his feet in a stalemate, turned his head to the landing, but Yihan was wearing a pair of shorts. "Dead metamorphosis! Dead drunk! Hold grass!"

A total of four or five feet were kicked before Luo Zhan retracted his feet.

Lu Yihan was awake alive, turned around, looked at Luo Zhan, his cheeks were red, his eyes were also red, and he was staring blankly at him, completely unaware of what happened.

Luo Zhan felt so guilty that he felt guilty, turned around, stomped his feet hard, and took the door hard, making a huge noise.

Lu Yihan was stunned by the door, but soon lost his strength, fell to the pillow and fell asleep again.