Shanghai Hongqiao Airport is crowded with people, and the crowded crowds make the whole world appreciate the prosperity of China. Countless reporters and reception staff are waiting anxiously, and nearly 10,000 people are spectacular. This does not include the people outside the airport. The Shanghai Municipal Government had to send more than 100 armed police to maintain order.

The moment Murong Xuehen stepped out of the cabin, countless spotlights and cameras faced the woman who was gradually entering the altar. Countless admirers rushed forward, and soon there was a trend of riots. Fortunately, the government promptly transferred more than 200 police and security personnel from various positions, which barely maintained the situation.

Dozens of men who tried to squeeze forward and wanted to get in touch with Murong Xuehen were forcibly taken away. Those admirers who shouted "Murrong Xuehen" were even more uncounted. The entire airport was completely boiling. In the hot weather, many people didn't know whether it was because of heatstroke or too excited to faint. Fortunately, there were ambulances waiting outside, which was a bit like the scene of Michael Jackson's concert in Kuala Lumpur at his peak, and countless people were carried out.

Murong Xuehen was under heavy protection and sat in a limited edition Bentley. Looking at the enthusiastic admirers outside the window, a little moved was more of his longing for his lover. Even all the enthusiasm of these people could not match his faint smile and a bad look.

There is a pair of evil and beautiful young men with a very similar spirit in the corner. One of the evil young men with blood-eyed eyes said in English: "Do you do it tonight? Even if there are a few members of the dragon group around Murong Xuehen, the probability of success in action should be no less than 50%. "The two of them once appeared in Volume 3, Chapter 25 of "Abrupt Beauty"

"The master will come to Shanghai soon. We don't need to worry about Murong Xuehen's affairs. We just need to save her perfect artwork until the master is lucky. The dragon group is not as simple as you think, and you know that the master will not do anything easily without a 100% success rate."

The young man with blue eyes said calmly, but this calmness contained a cold murderous intent.

"Blue Blade, I heard that you were defeated by a little girl from the Dragon Group. Are you still scared?" The young man with blood pupil smiled, and a trace of undetectable contempt flashed in his eyes.

The young man in the blue pupil had a cold breath, and his blue eyes became deeper. The young man familiar with his blood pupil knew that this was a sign of his killing. He quickly laughed and said, "No wonder, Long Jiu, the Dragon Group, is the most brilliant new star after Yun Lingfeng, the most outstanding genius killer in thirty years. I had fought with Yun Lingfeng at the World Hunter School back then. He was the only character who could leave scars on me. This shows that Long Jiu would not be inferior."

The young man with blue eyes was suppressed, but his clenched fists showed his anger in his heart, while the other young man sneered secretly. The two gradually disappeared into the vast crowd, with indescribable mysterious figures.

A middle-aged man who was elegant and elegant was standing in the middle of the crowd like a worldly world. His simple clothes did not make him look out of place with the world, as if he should be so quiet and dust-clearing. A green strap with a shawl tied with a shawl was not like a human figure.

He looked at the disappearing figures of the two young men and smiled faintly. It seemed that he had not taken action for ten years. The sword was not old and his heart was dead. Is this sword still the sword that killed tens of millions of people and was invincible?

A blue shirt floated away.

A woman wearing a sun hat was walking in Shanghai with a shoulder bag, a delicate city with cheongsams and sunglasses as classic props for petty bourgeoisie. She had a smile that was always elegant and quiet on her lips. She looked around curiously, stood in front of a window, and sighed. She hadn't been here for ten years, right?

Thinking of the little girl Murong Xuehen's quote from Ye Wudao to describe Shanghai's exquisite mood and decadent comments, she was funny, and she couldn't help but feel curious about this back that was highly anticipated by her family - a drunk Shanghai gentleman told a stunning woman that there were only two bottles of the best brandy in 1876, and one of them was killed by me!

Almost everything that should not be forgotten has disappeared, but what should not be remembered is remembered in my heart. Is this life?

Ye Qingge's eyes showed a hint of confusion and trance in autumn, and continued his leisurely walk.

At this moment, the whole of China bets its sight on a person! Because this person brings Chinese culture to the world in his own way, so he soaks his blood like the infiltration of springs, so this person almost becomes the image spokesperson of the ancient civilization of China.

She is Murong Xuehen, who is at the peak of music!

Sitting boredly on the sofa of the presidential suite in the five-star hotel in Geya, Murong Xuehen pouted his mouth and held the two moonstones given by Ye Qingge, and talked to himself cutely. There were small gifts she collected for Ye Wudao during her tours in various places.

Ye Qingge was afraid that it would cause unnecessary news when appearing with Murong Xuehen, so she left and traveled alone first.

Finally, she was stunned and holding a necklace made of ivory in a museum in London, England. After half an hour, her watery eyes began to clear tears and she choked and said, "Wudao, you big villain, you don't come to see you when you know that you don't come, and you won't pay attention to you in the future..."

Murong Xuehen, who was lying on the sofa and cried bitterly, murmured "accusing" Ye Wudao of various crimes. If this scene was known to her admirers, then Ye Wudao and the princelings would have a headache.

"Why ignore my husband, my Xiaoxuehen?"

A warm and warm voice sounded in Murong Xuehen's ears. A pair of warm big hands gently picked her up. Murong Xuehen, who had tears in his eyes, raised the beautiful face that was upside down, carefully held the corner of his mouth with a familiar but bad smile that appeared countless times in his dream, and murmured: "Is it really you, Wudao?"

Ye Wudao pinched her little nose and smiled, "Why, don't you know your husband anymore?"

Murong Xuehen rubbed Ye Wudao's face with his delicate cheeks, and cried obsessively: "Wudao, do you know how much I miss you!"

Ye Wudao caressed the face that was familiar to the whole world, gently kissed his beautiful lips, and his hands wanted to squeeze this little lovely person who existed like a goddess in the eyes of the world into his body.

The weak body twisted emotionally, and the charm in purity was the most charming. Murong Xuehen's starry eyes were slightly opened, and his sandalwood mouth poured out fragrance, and he kissed Ye Wudao's face and neck carefully.

Ye Wudao held his concave and delicate figure and wandered on his white and delicate skin with both hands. Murong Xuehen, who looked like peach blossoms and spring, took the initiative to put the hands of the person who loved deeply into his bone marrow on his chest and kneaded them, and moaned like crying and expressing his lovesickness.

"Xuehen, what would you do when I want you?"

Ye Wudao took off all Murong Xuehen's clothes, and the beautiful jade man as naked as a fairy, and the soft and boneless snow-white ** presented Ye Wudao's eyes.

Ye Wudao has not occupied this body that God is jealous of too long. He kissed him carefully inch by inch, splitting a transparent silk thread formed by saliva from his lips and connected it to his delicate neck, plump and seductive slim waist, and mysterious fragrant grassland. But Ye Wudao did not stop. Finally, he picked up the object-like jade feet and bitten it gently along his slender and white thighs.

Murong Xuehen gasped vigorously with his cherry mouth, and his nose hummed repeatedly, twisting his body as if protesting and joyfully.

The numbness from the feet invaded the holy girl's reason. The cute toes were bent tightly due to excitement, and the forbidden area of ​​the garden that had just been kissed gradually became wet.

"Wu Dao, your tongue is good or bad."

Murong Xuehen used all his last strength to get up and press Ye Wudao under him, and his little hands panickedly helped Ye Wudao take off his clothes. His still perky peaks swayed slightly in front of Ye Wudao. The two purple grapes exuded a lewd breath, and the pink areola strongly stimulated Ye Wudao's senses.

Which man in this world can make Murong Xuehen so charming and charming, and let her show her unrestrained and charming side? Who can make the classical and graceful music master sing the most graceful "sense of nature"?

Ye Wudao, shrouded in a huge sense of accomplishment, held a grape and sucked it gently, and his hands raged on Murong Xuehen's buttocks.

Finally, under the blasphemy of Ye Wudao's fingers, the most mysterious and sacred natural beauty, the most mysterious and profound jade wall of the flower palace was slippery and soft, and it bloomed timidly. Murong Xuehen, who fell back from the pleasure, moaned loudly and then lay lazily on Ye Wudao's chest, with his slender jade fingers circled it on it.

Ye Wudao soon rose again. He picked up his delicate body and came to the bathtub full of water and rose petals. He gently put Murong Xuehen in, and said evil: "Today I will have a real joy of fish and water!"

"Today, Xuehen said he could stop before he could stop!"

Murong Xuehen looked at the malicious Ye Wudao charmingly, raised his snow-white barefoot and gently stroked his white jade-like calf. His bright red tongue slightly spit out the tip of his tongue and licked the corners of his lips. The crystal white skin exuded a healthy pink, which made people unable to find any flaws.

Ye Wudao was so lustful that he was burned by her seduction. He immediately entered the bathtub and took Murong Xuehen's soft, small, jade, tender and sweet cute tongue and kissed and sucked wildly.

The beautiful and charming beauty squirmed frantically, naked and white ** beneath his crotch, and his delicate face was flushed and graceful, and his soft face was shy and shy...

I hope that "everyone" can be satisfied with the limits specially referenced from "The Dandy" and "Three Palaces", but due to the recent strong recommendation and future development, we will be more constrained and more constrained.

Ye Wudao was holding a glass of top red wine from the best year of Boer Villa. He stood in front of the window in pajamas and looked at this prosperous oriental city. The night gradually came. God created the night in addition to letting his lover have fun, and the meaning of concealing dirty and hypocritical. Ye Wudao sneered.

Murong Xuehen gently hugged the tall and slender body and said softly: "What are you thinking? It is said that any Scorpio scorpion is not lonely, and is not afraid of loneliness. Instead, he can enjoy loneliness. But why do I feel that Wudao is deeply sad? "

Ye Wudao laughed arrogantly, all the depression and decadence were swept away, and he hugged Murong Xuehen and pointed to the prosperous realm outside the window, and said with great enthusiasm: "One day, I am the only one in the Chinese business world! The world is the only one in the underworld, and the only one in China is the most respected and king!"
Chapter completed!