Imperial Commander Spoiling His Young Wife

When Yun Wei woke up again, it was dark.

Sitting hard, she glanced over the eyes.

It is found that there is no one and the beast, this is slightly relieved.

Greeting the headlights, the whole room brightly.

This is a very military-style room.

Ink green camouflage carpet, wooden big bed gray green sheets, the front is a office, the wall is full of military command maps.

The room is spacious, very different in two types of decoration style.

Take a break while the office is uninterrupted, it is independent of two spaces.

She didn't come out of the man who came down from the helicopter.

Although I didn't look at him, the momentum of the live, an estimate of it should be a military person.

Don't start, she bowed her eyes, her own men's T-shirt.

The arm shoulders and the scratches on the legs have been wrapped in a layer of gauze, looking like a mouse, some funny.

Push the door downstairs.

Just walked to the stairway, I heard the sound of "" and a glass fragmentation.

"Roll out!" The man whose low-spirited voice broke the serenity of the living room.

Standing on the stairs, Yunyi looked at the two men and a woman in the eye.

The landing window is facing their own men, a camouflage, and the military boots are going to be sleepless.

Even if he is back to her, Yun Wei can also feel the powerful gas field that he is emitted at this moment.

"Young Shuai, I beg you not to rush, so late, I haven't retired the car, I am afraid of a girl ..."

Han Wei Ling just reached out to meet his strong arm, Mu Yi pool slammed, the army's power directly got Han Yu Ling to the floor.

"Ah ..." can't be dropped to the ground, Han Wei Ling directly squatted on the glass fragments on the floor, hurting her straight.

Muchan pool turned, and he was disgusted.

The slender hand is touched by the camouflage jacket, and the top is smashed on Han Wei.

There is a dry hot in the body.

He went to the floor, and he didn't forget the woman who wristed his legs.

The flaming B short skirt didn't drop it directly, showing the black lace trousers inside.

Muchan pool deeply low-spirited deep darkness, just sweeping so, Han Yu Ling felt like a sharp man.

It seems that it is a stereotype of hand, I only feel that suffocation is suppressed, and I still remember to take the opportunity to seduce him.

Yunxia is here to understand what is going on.

Turned and went back to go back, a subtle sound alarmed the keen man in the living room.

"stop!"

Yunyi is stiff, just stepped on the foot of the building.

"Down!"

Yunxiao turned and walked down in the darkness of Mu Defender.

Han Wei Ling didn't seem to think of someone in the house, turning his head.

I don't know where to come out, she actually wears a young handsome dress! !

It is a tender bud that is not long!

It is necessary to have a figure, if you have a face, do you have a handsome?

Do not! impossible!

So many men worshiped under her pomegranate skirt, she has enough confidence in her own charm!

Yunxiao looked down, standing in front of a strong man in the gas field, even if he hits people's good things, there is no embarrassment and embarrassment.

The coldness of the pool of the pool is tightly condensed with her, but it is pressed in the throat, but it is dial out by this soft and delicate face!

He finally realized that it is not right!

I slammed into the cup on the eye floor, and the silky eyes flashed the chills.

"You give me the next medicine ?! You are dead!"

Mu Nei Chi Junsheng, a tablecloth, a tablecloth tea cup tea tray Fly to Han Yu Ling.

Han Yu Ling did not empty, was smashed by Venus.

"I ... Le Shaoshuai, I, I don't know what you are talking about?"

He was looked at him, she had a kind of embarrassment that was seen in an instant, and her low his head hiding his lights.

Yunxiao, he looked at the woman who stood behind him and saw the face, and he jumped!

Isn't this the sister of Han Yaotian Han Yuling?

She shouted this man to be young ...

Yunyi turned to play the man who was playing in front of him, and the beautiful side lines, like a blade, and the feelings of the gods do not enter the cold.