Pampered Fei Brimming with Cuteness

"Oh--", Long Mu's fingertips, pressed the dark button on the back.

The money blossomed and took a breath, and the voice became a little unstable: "You only have a basket of flowers. Your son is talking about life~~"

Here, the sighing ‘ah’’ has not yet fallen, and then there is a humming sound of “Hmm--”.

Long Muzhen successfully attacked the city and won the pool!

This night, the man’s unprecedented brave abnormality, told her by action, whether you are talking about the pound, on the basket or on the big truck, the king definitely has experience, to accompany the end!

However, when the money blossomed and dying, the whole person was soft on the bed, Long Mu glared at her madness, and when her head was confused, she approached her ear and snorted softly:乖多儿, those skirts, you can't wear them, I will throw them all away, but you can rest assured that, early in the morning, I will let He Bo find the designer, give you a few tailor-made, to ensure that it is noble Elegant, cool and refreshing, okay?"

The money blossoms are so terrible, and no matter what Long Muzhen said, he sighed, turned over and slept.

However, watching the little things squinting at the eyelids and falling asleep, he began to worry about it.

Pick up her phone, find out the call history, and finally pull out a phone number!

110? !

This phone number is definitely the ‘Idol’ that the money blossoms in the mall and lets him send money?

Long Muzhen thought about whether to start with a strong, call 110, threaten the threat of the opposite man!

However, after thinking about it for a while, I decided not to scream the snake first, know ourselves and know each other, and be able to win every battle.

After gently putting down the mobile phone, Long Muyu reached out and hugged the lumbar limbs of the money, turned her over, and cautiously asked: "Hey, tell me, your idol, Sakura, he is Who, what is the name, I will invite him and coffee tomorrow, okay?"

"You are talking about Sakuragi? You can't find him~"

Qian Duoduo muttered deeply, and turned over, the octopus-like **** on the legs of Long Muzhen, and began to scream.

This time, Long Muzhen finally felt a sense of crisis.

That cherry tree flower road, isn't it the big head of a man who used to paint on the ground in the palace?

After three years, she still remembered him?

Long Muzhen really wants to take the money and blossoming arm to ask this matter, but when he sees the little things, he is too tired, and he can't bear to toss her.

So, only one sulking, slamming out of the bedroom, a person ran to the living room, drank the wine.

Open the refrigerator, just find a few filled beer, take a sip, and then stop to vomit.

This foreign malt brewed like horse urine, which one is delicious?

I don't know what the taste of the money is. What kind of fried chicken and beer are you going to eat?

"Young master, so late, you haven't had a rest yet? Why is a person drinking here?"

He Bo has been a steward of the family for more than 20 years in the Long family. He is generally respected as a master and a child.

Now I saw that his eyebrows were tight, and there seemed to be something to worry about. He couldn’t help but ask more.

"He Bo, I am asking you one thing~ that, do you know who Sakuragi is?"

Long Muzhen's strong pretense is filled with the light and light chattering attitude, but the palm of the hand has some deformation of the cans, which exposed his tension.

(PS: Dear, the last two days, there are monthly tickets in your hand, don’t hide them, you have to expire!)