MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 145 The taste is the most difficult to suffer

Wang Hong's left hand quickly extended, clutching Chen Rong's small hand into the lower abdomen, but he just took the hand out of his clothes. Chen Rong’s other little hand has pulled his robes off, and on his crotch on the left side of his chest, he buckled and pulled.

Seeing her big eyes, the eyelashes flickering and flashing, it seems that I don’t want to take it out. She also took the medicine, her hands and feet were weak, and the forceful and violent action became a soft love.

Wang Hong put the right hand of her face down and pulled it to the little hand that was playing on the chest.

He just buckled the little hand, but his lips were warm, but Chen Rong put his lips on his lips. The tongue spit, he was eating and laughing, and happily sketched his lip line. The scented tongue was deeper and deeper at this moment, and the deeper and deeper it was, the squeezing of his teeth in the blink of an eye and the chasing into his mouth chasing his tongue.

This time, Wang Hong’s breath was completely chaotic, and his handsome face was dodging, but the more he evaded, the more Chen Rong was open. She laughed and smiled, holding her elbows to his placket.

Just for a while, Wang Hong’s clothes have been pulled apart. Moreover, as time goes by, his clothes are getting more and more open.

Gradually, Wang Hong, who is swaying and screaming, is getting more and more rushed, and his face is getting more and more faint. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore. Putting her hands in a lock, Wang Hong hurriedly ordered: "Arong, stop! Stop!"

When he heard the sound, Chen Rong grievances and looked up. The watery eyes looked at him inexplicably. In addition to the fascination, his eyes were accused.

Such Chen Rong is also a **** is also difficult to resist. Wang Hong’s breathing was a few beats. He bit his silver teeth, his hands stretched out, and clasped her arms tightly, locked in his arms.

Locked by him, Chen Rong was very uncomfortable. She twisted her body and found that after her double hand was not working, her small face licked his chest and rubbed and snorted.

A drop of sweat dripped from Wang Hong's neck and slowly flowed into the collar.

His throat rolled, and as he bit his teeth and tightened his arms again, a curtain of low-pitched laughter came from outside the car. "Lang Jun, the beauty is most difficult to refuse, why bother to endure?"

The sound of the curtain has just fallen, and another aide said: "Oh, this world has become so fast, it’s not a blink of an eye. My singer Lang Jun is looking at Liu Xiahui."

As soon as this was said, there was a low-pitched laughter.

Wang Hongzheng was tortured by the warm and soft jade that was twisted in his arms. Hearing these laughter could not help but bow down.

When the buzz came out, the laughter sounded even louder.

At this time, Wang Hong in the carriage, after snoring, reached out and grabbed the small mouth on his right side. But he was holding her tightly, which loosened one hand and the body in his arms was more intense.

Wang Hong was helpless. He fell forward. After holding Chen Rong in the carriage, he put his hands and feet together and pressed the octopus-like Chen Rong firmly under his body, which made her unable to move.

Hearing the muffled sound in the carriage, everyone outside was stunned, and in a blink of an eye, a guard said with a smile: "Lang Jun is alive and well."

The other person said seriously: "According to me, I am afraid that I am not my family."

When this was said, it was a burst of laughter.

In the carriage, Wang Hong had no choice but to be angry. He pressed firmly on Chen Rong's body and found that she was no longer so twisted. His arm curled up and slightly supported the upper body.

Looking down, Wang Hong looked at his face with red eyes, his eyes wide, and his grievances glaring at his Chen Rong... Her eyes were really unbearable. Wang Hong bit his teeth. He lowered his head and gently rubbed it on her eyes. He said a little in a low voice. "Arong, I am not a saint. You are like this again, I am afraid I can’t help myself. It is."

When it comes to this word, he can't help but smile. Bowing his head, let the broken hair on the forehead fall off the next sputum, Wang Hong floating in the nose of Chen Rong, the sound is hoarse and dull, and it is so beautiful. "Dunlun is happy, this is a very beautiful thing... Last time I am wrong, I should use something else."

Where can Chen Rong understand this? She just grimaced at him with a grievance, staring at him...

The carriage is still moving forward steadily.

At this time, a guard whispered outside: "Lang Jun, there is medicine."

The medicine he said is a medicine that makes people relaxed, tired and drowsing. Although it can't solve the medicinal properties of the dark fragrance, it can make people gradually go to sleep in the thinness.

The **** said here, seeing that his own prince did not answer, and after swearing, he asked: "Lang Jun?"

Wang Hong still did not answer.

He was pressing on Chen Rong, bowed his head, and quietly looked at the squirming body, and the two waters looked at Chen Rong with grievances. Her eyes, such expressions, feminine, and more importantly, the deep feelings...

Wang Hong has been coveting for a long time. For a long time, he said lowly: "No need."

The guard stayed and asked, and after one of the people glanced at him, he whispered and said, "Lang Jun is happy at this moment, you really don't know what to do!"

The guard’s eyes kept looking at the carriage and muttering. "It’s just a woman. With the identity of my family, Lang Jun, I want it, I don’t want it. I don’t want to move her. I don’t want to get rid of her, really, it’s not like Lang Jun’s acting.”

The voice of the guard was very low, only the left and right people could hear it. At the moment, the two companions threw a scornful white eye at him, shaking his head in a trail.

In the carriage, Chen Rong was crushed by him, and it was really impossible to move. She can only raise her face, and the small face covered with spring tide stuns her cheeks. As the eyes waved, Chen Rong whispered, "I am very hot."

In one word, Wang Hong’s throat rolled over.

He lowered his head and gently covered her nose, low and low, and said softly: "Nothing, I am with you."

The fragrant smell of his spit made Chen Rong's little face redder.

Her eyes were more and more watery, and she eagerly glared at Wang Hong. She murmured: "Lang Jun, Lang Jun... My Lang Jun."

In her repeated call, Wang Hong closed her eyes and put her face on her little face. Listening to her whispering whisper in the ear, he sighed for a long time.

The sigh was just exported, almost suddenly. His mouth moved, his thin lips blocked her little mouth tightly, and all her cockroaches, whispers, tenderness and love, all swallowed into the belly.

The cloves are dark and vomiting, and the lips are full of fragrance.

Wang Hong had just moved away. Chen Rong had raised her head urgently. She whispered her small lips again on his thin lips. After hooking his tongue, he gave a satisfying embarrassment from her throat.

At this time, a guardian Lang asked: "Lang Jun, is it going back to the government?"

No one answered.

The carriage stopped, and after a while, the voice of the guard increased a little. "Lang Jun, go back to the government?"

This voice awakened the two men in the carriage. Wang Hong gasped and looked up. He was no longer clear, and he looked at Chen Rong after a certain meeting. He closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes again, and his face was clear. He stared at her eyes, and her own shadow, slowly said: "Go back to Xishan Road."

……"Yes."

After a pause, the voice of Wang Hongqing Run came again. "Go and say, those servants are also transferred back to Taoist Temple."

"Yes."

In the sound of Lang Ying, the team turned.

The team did not walk a hundred steps and stopped after swaying twice.

Then, a feminine female voice came from the outside, "Is Qilang here?" In the voice, there is an incomparable surprise.

Waiting for the guards to answer, a man’s laughter came, "I actually encountered Qilang? Very good.

When the words came out, the outside was a quiet, and then, a burst of sound and awe-inspiring came, "I have seen you!"

His Majesty?

Wang Hong brows slightly.

He stared under his body, wearing a robe, and holding a sly Chen Rong, secretly thinking: I just went out and met my majesty. It seems that the king of the king is gentle and casual for too long!

You must know that Chen Rong is now a singer given by Jinkou, and this gift is only a few days ago!

Even the top aristocrats in Jiankang City do not take this squat as one thing, but the sacred power of the monarchy is a dynasty that has lasted for thousands of years.

This surface effort is to be done anyway.

Not only him, even Jiankang Wang, just sneaking and acting...

It seems that he was calculated.

Just in the silence of Wang Hong, another young man’s laughter came out. “I was actually Qilang? The last time, it’s been a moment, I don’t know if Qilang still knows me?”

This voice, young and youthful, is the best of the relationship with His Majesty.

In the laughter of Renwang, another young man Lang Lang smiled and said: "I heard people say that Qilang came back a few days ago. Hey, the return of Qilang, the girls in the city will never look at us again. ."

The sound fell and laughed.

At this time, the delicate female voice sprinkled with tenderness and softly called: "Seven Lang and Lang, how can you still see?"

Listening to the laughter outside, Wang Hong smiled, and he rolled a large sleeve and covered Chen Rong’s face. At the bottom of the big sleeve, the palm of the hand is pressed against Chen Rong's lips.

Just when his finger was pressed, the fingertips were warm, but Chen Rong contained his fingers and gently sucked it up... This action made Wang Hong tremble again.

He converges and sits up straight.

Stretching out the white and slender left hand, Wang Hong slowly opened the corner of the car curtain.

Wang Hong’s face was revealed, and the feminine female voice was shocked. She called out with concern: “Siluo, Qilang, what happened to you? Is it blushing? The clothes are also messy?” She looked away and went to Wang Hong’s semi-naked The chest, the face is not red.

It is a blushing face, but the girl who is looking at her eyes is still stretching her head, her eyes brightly facing Wang Hong’s chest and looking into the carriage.