my sister is a supermodel

Rocca said lightly.

"Okay, as long as you let me trap you on the sofa and humiliate you wantonly, I will consider reconciliation"

Julie gritted her teeth and said fiercely.

"Forget it, I'll break the door!"

"Smash it, it's all bulletproof glass, good luck dear Rocca!"

Julie laughed.

Roca frowned and stepped forward to take a look. Sure enough, it was all thick bulletproof glass.

"What do you want?!"

He frowned tightly and said impatiently.

"The game hasn't been decided yet, how can you leave?"

Julie stared at him with complex eyes, excited, angry, loving, resentful, and crazy.

"What if I lose?"

"Okay, kneel down, call me master, and lick my feet clean!"

"...woman, you asked for it, you asked for it"

Rocca exhaled and found a stack of wet towels, golf balls, and more.

"You bastard, what are you doing?"

Julie shuddered a few times.

"What do you mean, in fact, I really want to be a good person, but you just want to force me, force me to give up my bottom line, my principles, my integrity, ho ho~, my dear, I have to Say you're great"

Rocca unbuttoned his belt, revealing an evil and wanton smile.

"Demon~ I will never give in!"

......

Call ~

Half an hour later, Roca left the villa smoothly.

Looking at the neat lawn in the front yard, the lush green belt, the wide and straight driveway, and thinking of the filthy scene behind him, he secretly recited Amitabha, asking the Buddha to forgive his disciples. Devil, good and good!

drip~

reading room

230. Fractures

"Haha, Lima, look at my spike!"

"bring it on!"

After four o'clock, the sun in California began to slant westward.

On the tennis court of the Big Pear Tree Manor, Miranda jumped up, swung the racket vigorously, and knocked back a light green tennis ball.

She was wearing pink suspenders, a white short skirt, and her bright chestnut curly hair. When she jumped up, the skirt and hair were raised high, full of youth.

"it is good!"

The ball passed the net smoothly, landed in the backhand area, and bounced quickly on the red rubber floor.

Lima saw the angle, swung the racket vigorously, and hit the ball.

She was wearing a tennis suit, a T-shirt and a short skirt. Her honey-colored skin was shining brightly in the sun, and her plump figure showed her health and vitality in sports.

"Haha, Miranda, 10 to 6"

After winning another ball, Lima happily kissed the racket with a hearty smile on her lips.

"You are only leading temporarily, I can catch up with you in no time, hey, Roca, you are back!"

Miranda stopped suddenly, looked behind Lima and shouted.

"Enough Miranda, you have used this trick twice, do you think I will be fooled again?"

Lima bent over and laid the racket sideways, staring closely at Miranda.

Just now Miranda used this trick to cheat her two balls, this time she will never be fooled again.

"Really, this time it's real!"

Miranda pointed behind her with the racket.

Lima frowned, and also felt a familiar feeling and smell behind her. She straightened up and turned her head, and was hugged into her arms.

"You came!"

Roca hugged Lima and kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Aren't you at a party, why are you back so early?"

Lima touched the tip of his nose.

Roca shrugged his shoulders, "I don't like parties, let alone you are all here, is there anything better than this?"

"All right!"

Lima smiled slightly, and suddenly wrinkled her nose, "Aren't you at a party? Why do you stink?"

"Does it stink?"

Roca sniffed the clothes, and said helplessly, "Julie adopted a two-year-old kid, you know? It's called Mox, he was very affectionate when he saw me, and kept asking me to hug him. I hugged him for a while, and then... ..”

"Haha, wouldn't it be peeing on you?"

Lima laughed.

"Worse than that!"

"Ouch~, go wash up!"

Lima slapped her nose.