Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 46 Master, you are such a master!

The temperature of the fingertips was slightly cool, and it fell on the man's skin, but it was like a burning fire.

The strength is neither light nor heavy, and it evokes the deepest desire and emotion in people's hearts.

Ying Muzhi turned to look at her, the deepest emotions slowly reflected in his glazed pupils.

Emotions are like a sea.

Deep makes the heart beat faster.

Shen's heart is shaken.

Their eyes met, and the winner's sexy thin lips curled up.

When he smiled, his face was gorgeous and extraordinary.

So handsome that you wish you could take out your heart and give it to him together.

"As long as I am?"

The winner's main voice is gentle.

"Have fun with me for a while~" Yin Mang looked at him with bright eyes, and her little fingers coquettishly rubbed against the exposed honey-colored skin on the man's chest.

Master Winner stretched out his right hand tenderly again.

"Snapped!"

He viciously slapped the girl's tofu-eating salty pig's claws, his low and hoarse voice was full of affection, mellow like fine wine that has been stored for many years, with an intoxicating breath, he leaned into the girl's ear: "Stop daydreaming."

"You're not good enough to be Mrs. Winner."

The dark light in Yin Mang's deep pupils was fleeting.

She does not retreat but advances.

Opening his mouth, he directly bit the man's earlobe, and bit desperately: "It's seven o'clock, let's wash up."

Ying Muzhi gasped, his ears hurt from being bitten.

"Come on, brush your teeth,"

"Look at my toothpaste squeezed out for you, how virtuous!"

"Praise me!"

Ying Muzhi covered his innocent injured ears, his handsome face was as black as coal, "Get up!"

He raised his hand and slapped the woman's hand wrapped around his waist hard.

Yin Mang, however, seemed like a loach, slipping from his waist to his back.

Pressing the man's shoulder, a small furry head poked out from behind, and continued to smile: "Personal service, remember to give five-star praise."

Ying Muzhi...quickly reached out and patted that head.

"Hey, it didn't hit!"

The man turned over and got out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

"Get down!"

"I do not!"

"If you have the ability, you throw me down."

Yin Mang's rambunctious skills have reached the peak.Sticking to Patriarch Ying's body like a dog's skin plaster, he swore to the death that he would not give up even an inch of land.

Patriarch Ying did not tire of disturbing him, and accepted Yin Mang's hospitality.

He quickly finished brushing his teeth, wiped his face casually with a wet towel, left Yin Mang, and strode out of the room.

"Patriarch?!"

The cleaning maid in the corridor turned pale from the low air pressure of the man passing by, and hurriedly lowered her head to say hello.

Ying Muzhi responded and did not respond, and walked to the living room coldly.

Butler Zhang swayed out on the electric scooter: "Master, you are awake."

"Exactly, I'm a little..." He raised his head, his eyes glanced at Ying Muzhi's handsome face.

The old housekeeper's words stuck in his throat, as if he had seen something horrifying and unbelievable.

The old man's eyes were wide open, and he stretched out his right hand tremblingly: "Family, Patriarch, you are..."

Three seconds later, the old butler realized his gaffe.

He withdrew his hand, lowered his head, looked at his nose, nose, and heart, and stopped talking.

God!

What did he see!
Master, you are such a master!

The old butler's heart began to ache.

Young people nowadays...

Ying Muzhi frowned slightly, and before he could speak, he saw Second Young Master Ying wandering out of the kitchen with fried dough sticks in his mouth.

Four eyes facing each other.

Young Master Ying opened his mouth wide.

"Clap!"

The fritters fell to the ground.

Second Young Master Ying blinked at his eldest brother, then rubbed his eyes again.

"Fuck."

"Brother, you..."

Second Young Master Ying rushed over frantically, "I said recently why you always keep Guan Yinmang's little black room for no reason."

"There are hickey marks in the little black room... You have hooked up a long time ago, and you still play this kind of underground love bondage play!"

"What a shame!"

early morning.

Second Young Master Ying's roar resounded throughout Ying's house with Patriarch Ying's special habit.

(End of this chapter)