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[Eddie Niang, this is an out-of-print car. There are only seven in the world! 】

[Sorry, someone finally saved our Xue Shen's stinky hands! 】

[I was moved to cry, our Xue Shen was the last prize for five consecutive years, who understands the sadness of our fans [shedding]]

[Moving [Crying]+1]

Under this Weibo, Xue Yu’s fans kept a few pages of moving tearful formations. The scene was very spectacular, and he hardly pushed #薛神中奖# to the hot search.

A big vote of Xue Yu’s fans went to Fan Yun to think about it again. Yun Fan’s fans were especially happy and felt that Idou really had a long face.

The turbulence of Weibo, Yun thinks about not knowing at all, because she is already drunk.

She has He Wei, Xue Yu and even the three giants of Riemann escort, and no one thought that she would drink five glasses of wine and pour it.

When He Wei sent her home, her eyes were blurred: "I am not drunk, but I am not drunk!"

"Get her a sobering soup." He Wei reluctantly advised.

"Well." Song Qian responded lightly, thinking about going home with the cloud, the elevator door just opened, and greeted the long-awaited Song Mian, "Young Master."

"Song Mian!" Yun thinks of suddenly raising his voice, pushing away Song Qian and rushing to Song Mian.

Song Mian's eyes quickly caught her.

Yun thinks of the red-cheeked red cheeks, her psychedelic eyes are even more hazy. She leaned her head against Song Mian's chest and lazily opened her eyes: "Song Mian, you are so beautiful."

Song Mian took her into the elevator and said to Song Qian: "Wake up the soup and let her take care of it."

"Song Mian, you're so fragrant~~" Yun imagined a little milk dog sniffing at Song Mian with a nose.

Song Qian quickly evacuated, the elevator closed, and Yun thought of picking Song Mian like a koala.

"Song Mian, you laugh a little." Yun thought about hooking his chin, "Come on, Niu, give your grandma a smile."

Song Yao quickly disappeared, feeling that she knew too much and would be killed by the young lady.

Yun, who was twirling with anxiety on his body, thought about holding it into the house, and Song Mian wanted to put her down.

"Ooooo...Song Mian, you have to abandon me, your guilty concubine who abandoned all the time~~~~"

Yun thinks that if he squeezes tightly, he doesn’t let go, but Song Mian doesn’t want to push her hard. He can only coax: “I’ll get a hot towel to wipe you to make you feel more comfortable.”

"Comfortable, I'm comfortable like this!" Yun thinks more tightly.

At this time she hung Song Mian's neck with both hands, her head leaned on Song Mian's shoulder, and her slender legs encircled Song Mian's waist from the waist side.

The young girl's soft chest with excellent development was tightly attached to Song Mian's chest, but she still struggled.

Song Mian was tossed and uncomfortable, but had to appease her, so she could only sit on the sofa and moved her to embrace her arms, intending to give her acupuncture massage.

Song Mian's hand had just reached the Baihui Point above her head. Yun thought about slap and waved: "What do you want to do, you want to take advantage of me? Woo whoo... men are big hoofs..."

She turned around and sat across Song Mian's lap, staring fiercely at Song Mian: "I'm only allowed to take advantage of you, and you are not allowed to take advantage of me, did you hear me!"

"Hear and hear." Song Mian responded tantrumfully, his hand reaching Yun Yun's back.

Acupuncture points corresponding to dry spleen, stomach and kidney can also be used for hangover.

It was hard to hold, and Yun thought that she did not cooperate at all. She grabbed Song Mian's hand as if she had grabbed the criminal: "Song Mian, you big hooligan, you want to take off my clothes. Men don't have a good thing. ..."

Yun thinks of burying his head in Song Mian's arms and crying, wriggling while crying.

Song Mian felt that he had experienced so much training since he was a child, and this was the most time to test his will.

He was almost tortured by the little girl, but the girl knew nothing about it.

It took a lot of effort to think of Yun and hold it. When the person held it, he couldn't free his hand to massage her acupuncture points.

It's a pity that Yun thought about being clever in less than two minutes. She was a little dry, and then aimed at Song Mian's lips.

Song Mian met her hungry wolf's eyes and knew that it was not good. If she was awake, Song Mian would definitely be ecstatic.

At this time, Yun thought it was unclear what he thought about. He could never be in danger.

So, when Yun thinks about getting down, Song Mian turned his head, and the wet kiss fell on his chin.

Yun Xiang thought that she was very dissatisfied with this, and she didn't know where the strength came from, suddenly breaking away from Song Mian's hands.

Squeezing Song Mian's chin in one hand and holding Song Mian firmly, he kissed him fiercely and was ravaged with a little anger...

Her kiss was rough and arrogant, like what she asked for or vented on Song Mian.

This time it really ignited the fire of Song Mian's whole body, he turned over and pressed Yun Xiang under him, and the anti-guest kiss fell fiercely.

The scene was out of control. It was Song Qian's knock on the door that made Song Mian back to reason. He calmed down for two minutes and was about to open the door.

Yun thinks and sticks up again, he can only take her to open the door.

Song Qian looked at the two people with irregular clothes, red lips and red seals on her neck.

Song Mian passed the hangover soup from her hand. It was really impossible to think about Yun, who grinded people. He took a big sip on his head, closed his lip directly, and fed her in this way.

Song Qian closed the door very discerningly.

After drinking a bowl of soup, Yun thinks that he is finally not so restless, and gradually calms down, so that she will allow Song Mian to massage her acupuncture points on her head.

Nestled in Song Mian's arms like a lazy kitten, and finally slept peacefully.

Song Mian could only sigh helplessly and called Song Qian up to change her clothes and wipe her body.

When Yun Xiang thinks about his anger, if he can control it by himself, Liu Xiahui can still control himself.

When Yunxiang woke up, she found a strange room. She suddenly sat up and wore her own pajamas.

Dragging the quilt, she has a good memory and can remember what happened yesterday.

"I have no face to see people." Yun thought about falling down again, covering himself with the quilt.

She didn't expect her wine to be so poor. She deliberately drank a few glasses and wanted to exercise the amount of wine. After all, she could use it later.

In the last life, she was drunk and she was completely muddy, and she slept well.

How could it be like this now, she almost used Song Mian strongly.

God! When I think of this, my face can't help but get hot.

How did she face Song Mian?

If you don’t want to face it, you have to face it. You wake up and miss the morning exercise time. Yun thinks about washing and walking to the living room downstairs.

Song Mian was bringing out the breakfast and saw her face as usual, soft words: "Eat early."

Yun thought about sitting over uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.

Song Mian took the initiative to say: "Drunk is not allowed in the future."