Devil's Love

"I don't like it. For me, it's good to have a look at these things. There's no chance to use them." Enron said, turning directly to other styles.

"Do you like it?"

"I don't like it!"

"Do you like this one?"

"I don't like it either!"

"It's a nice dress. The style suits me."

"Then buy it!"

"And this one?"

"Pretty good!"

"Buy, buy..."

After reading the above style, it was already one o'clock in the morning, safely and tired yawning.

Situ Mo doted on her lovely appearance. The woman had three children and was so cute. Which man was not moved?

"I'll sleep on the sofa tonight. Will you sleep in the bed?" he rubbed her little face. It would look better if there was some meat.

"Good!" Enron replied very simply. This is her nest. It's not good for a dove to occupy a magpie's nest.

Seeing Enron simply promised to come down, situ Mo raised his mouth, watched her turn off the computer, then entered the bedroom, and then heard the sound from the bathroom.

Yawn

He yawned a little tired, got up and went into the bedroom. As soon as he took off his clothes, there was only a pair of underpants sitting on the chair by the bed.

Enron came out of the bathroom in cartoon pajamas. What came into view was someone's figure that was easy to make women drool. The most important thing was that this guy actually only wore a pair of underpants.

damn!

What do you want?

She went out to the living room with her head down. Smelly man, didn't she force her to be the director?

Ha ha ha

Situ Mo was amused by the appearance of Enron's red face. He was already the mother of three children. He would blush when he saw such a picture.

He entered the bathroom in a good mood. He hummed and sang rarely. After taking a bath and brushing his teeth, he came out of the bathroom with a bath towel.

By the way, I don't know. If a man has a good figure, he has the charm of teasing women.

He turned back to the bathroom and took a look in front of the mirror. He has been too busy recently. He hasn't gone to the gym for a long time.

However, this figure should still be quite good.

So, with full confidence, he swaggered to the living room.

Safely lying in the living room playing with his mobile phone, he heard footsteps, looked up and saw others come out with bare arms and bath towels.

What's he doing?

Didn't you say not to force her?

Forgot so soon?

Situ Mo didn't intend to force Enron to do anything. He opened the refrigerator and took out a can of drinks. Then he sat down on the sofa where Enron lay down.

Gudong, Gudong!

Enron saw that the Adam's apple was moving. He didn't know whether he was in a hurry or deliberately. Some came out of the corners of his mouth and dripping on his charming figure.

Gudong!

She felt her throat itch and stared at him, her eyes falling from the corners of her mouth on his strong chest muscles.

The man who looks thin and tall has such a good figure. It's really

Gudong!

She swallowed again, then shook her head and turned her eyes from him to her mobile phone.

"Thirsty? Come on, have a drink!" situ Mo didn't miss the little greed in her eyes, deliberately handed the unfinished drink to her hand, and the other hand pulled the man from the sofa and sat up.

"No... not thirsty!" Enron shook her head and looked at his emotional lips. She felt as if she had been bewitched by something. She couldn't help but move her eyes.

Situ Mo also deliberately gathered in front of her, learned not to listen to him, saw the scenes in some restricted films, and licked her lips with his tongue after drinking the drink.

Patter!

Enron couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking the corners of his mouth. It was sweet and the taste of the drink.

Situ Mo raised the corner of his mouth with satisfaction and then rushed up.

Sobbing

Enron struggled hard and found that he was not only dishonest in his lips, but also dishonest in his hands.

Spring night is worth thousands of gold. Situ Mo doesn't want to waste this autumn harvest. He doesn't care if the curtain of the hall is not closed.

……

Yawn! Yawn!

An Chen sneezed several times in succession. The training of this day made him a little exhausted. He took a bath and lay in bed. He didn't want to do anything.

"Chen Chen, do you think the coach is a pervert?" the fat man got out of bed and climbed up.

"If you don't want to die, don't talk less. I don't know how many people make small reports!" an Chen reminded the fat man that the goods are good, but the brain is short of strings.

The fat man looked at the other six people in the bedroom, with a gloomy face and scolded: "who dares to talk nonsense, I will clean them up."

An Chen smiled unkindly and patted the fat man's two pieces of meat on his chest: "just like you, people just let you fight. Not to mention the whole class, it's this bedroom. You must be the one at the bottom."

"As for you? I'm just a little fat. Besides, I'm much thinner now than when I went to the island." the fat man scratched his head reluctantly.

Um!

It's much thinner!

At this point, an Chen admitted that when he first went to the island, the boy was so fat that his facial features were deformed. In the past two years, he occasionally suffered hardships with him and practiced boxing and foot Kung Fu. He really lost a lot of weight.

However, he is still fat, but he has become a flexible fat.

Although the fat man is fat, the hacker technology is also in the top ten among the children of the same age on the island. The fat man likes to mix with an Chen best. It's called learning more. In fact, they can talk. They occasionally beat a bird and catch a chicken?

Anyway, as soon as they leave the laboratory, they don't know where to be unlucky.

The bird beat down 30 cameras, caught the chicken and finished all the chickens professor Aijie did the experiment. Even the carrier pigeon's hair was pulled out by the two of them.

The people on the island are very helpless. However, they dare not provoke the fat man with strong background, nor the living king of Anchen. They can only swallow their anger.

Only the instructor on the island can pull the trigger for these two people. The task of the instructor is not light, so from the beginning of the training to now, the training difficulty of these two people is obviously much heavier than others.

"Boss, why do I think the instructor is always targeting both of us? I have to be punished every time, and I have to be severely punished. Fortunately, I have rough skin and thick flesh, otherwise I must lie down." the fat man scratched his head and began to mutter again.

"It seems that you are not stupid!" an Chen raised the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not stupid. My grandfather said, I'm the smartest child in the Yan family." the fat man patted his chest confidently.

Hehe

An Chen smiled and then added: "since you are so smart, you should think of which training is not like this. You should strengthen your body."

"This is public revenge for private revenge!" the fat man finally understood why the intensity is higher than others every time.

An Chen doesn't speak. Anyway, it's no harm for them to learn more and practice more. Fat people come from a big family. Sooner or later, they have to face the dirty things in the backyard of the deep house and strengthen the training intensity. Maybe this is also the meaning of the master.