National Film Empress Was Sweet As Honey

"Okay~" Xiaolin stood up from the sofa, leaned down, and reached out to hug Wan Zuixian.

"Pop!" Before reaching Wan Qianxian, Xiao Lin's hand was intercepted in mid-air.

Xiao Lin looked up, and met Jun Budrunk's cold and clear eyes.

"Why are you again?" Xiao Lin looked dissatisfied.

Jun Buzui frowned lightly, threw Xiaolin aside fiercely, and said coldly: "Get out!"

"You..." Xiao Lin just wanted to say something, but met Wan Tuxian's icy gaze and signaled that he could leave.

Anyway, I had already given him money and didn't treat him badly. Now that Jun Budrunk has returned, there is no need for Xiao Lin to stay here.

"Are you kidding me so much?" Xiaolin's face was grim. "A stinky Taoist slapped me over and over again! What kind of thing are you?!"

When the words fell, Xiao Lin clenched his fists and slammed Jun Budrunk!

Without waiting for you to get drunk, Wan Qianxian got up from the sofa at a very fast speed, and kicked Xiaolin out!

"Bang—" Xiaolin fell to the ground.

Wan Tunxian didn't kick him too hard, at least he didn't break him.

Xiaolin is just a cowherd. If Wan Zuixian gave him money, he should take the money to do things and cooperate with her. I don’t know which of his rich wife and golden master gave him such a big temper and fault. No, you still want to beat Jun to get drunk? Who gave him the courage? !

Wan Tuoxian was too late for the little Taoist priest, and he couldn't bear to touch him. Xiaolin wanted to beat him. Isn't that looking for death?

So Wan Tuxian got angry all at once.

She walked up to Xiaolin without expression, staring at him condescendingly, "Are you going to roll yourself, or did I throw you out?"

"I... I'll go by myself..." Xiao Lin looked at Wan Tuxian with horror in his eyes. Although he didn't kick him to the bone, this foot was enough to make him recognize that Wan Tuxian was not the one he could afford. .

Xiaolin ran away rolling.

The rich woman who used to take care of him, who didn't spoil him? He listens to everything?

At first, Xiao Lin thought that Jun Budrunk was the same as himself, and was also the little white face of Wan Qianxian. Jun Budrunk repeatedly prevented him from touching Wan Qianxian because he was jealous of fighting with him.

Xiaolin hadn't encountered this situation before, but as Wan Tuxian's "new love", he was naturally more attractive to her than Jun Buzui, the "old man", and she would definitely indulge herself more.

That's why Xiaolin feels confident and even wants to show Jun Budrunk some color, who knows...

He takes himself too seriously.

After Xiaolin left, Wan Tuoxian looked at Jun Budrunk in a leisurely time. She walked to the sofa and sat down again, "Master Jun, can you explain what you just did?"

Why not let Xiaolin touch her and let Xiaolin go?

"..." Jun Buzui was silent.

"Tsk..." This stuffy gourd!

However, who made Wan Tuxian like him.

She amusedly stretched out her hand and grabbed Jun Buzui's wrist, pulled him to her side, and let him sit down.

"Master Jun Dao, you turned back, did you agree to play with others?" Wan Tuxian clung to Jun not drunk, and stretched out a soft and boneless hand. The hair near his ears can touch his ears from time to time, which is full of teasing.

Jun Buzui lightly opened his lips, "Donor...you should, know how to cherish yourself more."

Wan Tuxian's eyes twitched, but this is not what she wanted to hear!

No matter, it's easy to get angry when talking to this one tendon, so don't talk at all.

Wan Tuoxian leaned close and directly raised his leg and straddled Jun Buzui's leg...