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Fujiwara's black hair was chaotic, and there seemed to be a trace of it remaining on the corner of her slightly raised mouth. After she was full of satisfaction, she glanced at the pervert who was pretending to sleep: "Which part do you like?"

Fujiwara Masa is undoubtedly an extremely narcissistic woman, and narcissistic people are all cute because of narcissism.

It’s enough to see if this man is interested in you, just look at whether he is interested in your body.

Meng Xiaoan smiled faintly, put her slender fingers gently on Fujiwara, gently stroked her eyes, her eyes were charming: ". The chest is very firm, the lower abdomen is very flat, your ankles are round, and your buttocks are very sexy. It really makes me find a place that I am most satisfied with, and it is really hard to find." He.

The next second, Meng Xiaoan lay on the ground like a dog. His eyes were quite innocent. It was also a sin to be too honest.

Meng Xiaoan did not take a hot water to take a bath, but instead poured biting cold water on his body. Those who could not erase the scars seemed to be given gifts, becoming particularly red, like peach blossoms in April.

Meng Xiaoan stood like this, letting the cold water drip from head to toe again and again, because this would allow him to keep him awake at a high level.

He must be awake because he returns to this prosperous and depraved world.

Fujiwara Masa stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, as if thinking about what? Her slender hands were holding virginiaslims. Meng Xiaoan knew that it was a kind of smoke for women, shrouded in smoke, and Fujiwara Masa seemed to be in a virtual dream like a dream. Meng Xiaoan's eyes suddenly felt a deep helplessness. It is undeniable that her smoking posture was beautiful.

"For unknown humans, they are first afraid, but curious, and then destroyed." Fujiwara Masao looked at the sky without a white cloud and said slowly: "If you don't want to destroy, you must destroy yourself."

Meng Xiaoan narrowed her eyes, her voice neither cold nor hot: "What do you seem to be afraid of?"

Fujiwara Mayuu let out a sip of smoke, his voice softly: "Not afraid, I just sigh. Many people are full of surprise rumors about the people about to appear. What kind of person is this?"

"I've known you for so long before I realize you're afraid." Meng Xiaoan seemed to have a gloating smile, "It seems that this person is not ordinary."

There seemed to be a layer of ripples in her eyes, revealing a hint of sadness: "I can probably predict the result of what is about to happen and who is about to appear, but." She suddenly stopped and said nothing.

"Who is it?"

"Of course it's a woman, a stunning woman from all over the world." Fujiwara Ma smiled charmingly and said, "There are only five and a half men in the world that let her take it seriously."

Fujiwara Masa paused for a moment, his tone was complicated: "This woman is not worse than any of those five men. But it seems that she and you, Li Dingtian, seem to have an affair. I am just saying that, maybe you will be very interested."

Meng Xiaoan touched his nose, and his tone seemed very sad, like an abandoned resentful woman: "Really, fake? I have an affair with my dead Tanhua. Japanese women don't seem to be so powerful, right?"

"You have some prejudice against us Japanese women?"

“There’s a little bit.”

Fujiwara Makoto smiled with her lips, blew out a breath of smoke, and looked at Meng Xiaoan's evil face: "Are you half of these five and a half men?"

"Half a man?" Meng Xiaoan suddenly grabbed Fujiwara's white jade hand and pressed it on his high place. "Do you think it's half?" His tone was a little self-deprecating, "Actually half is pretty good. It seems that I am famous too."

Fujiwara Masahira took off the cigarette butt, teasing Meng Xiaoan Angyang like a cat's claw, but said seriously: "Your talent is definitely comparable to Li Tanhua in less than three years. In fact, with your current strength, many people are out of reach." Meng Xiaoan looked calm on her face, and she did not have a complacent mentality because of Fujiwara Masahira's words just now, without any slightest attitude, with a look of almost cold curves on her lips: "In my opinion, half of me is just the light of his fake disciple. It seems that from a long time ago to now, I have been shrouded by his halo and lived unscrupulously. In short, I am also a second-generation tiger man."

Fujiwara Masa smiled, raised her eyebrows, and her charming charm appeared without a doubt, saying, "Many people want to have a proud identity like you, but I don't think you will hate your current identity. In short, we are friends, everything you will have nothing to do with me next. Maybe we will meet again, maybe we will never see each other again in this life." Her eyebrows had a hint of melancholy. Although most of her bedmates were related to Meng Xiaoan, her bedmates also had some friendship.

Meng Xiaoan smiled suspiciously and said, "What's wrong? Do you want to break off your relationship with me?"

Fujiwara's eyes were as charming as silk, and her chest was stuck to Meng Xiaoan's arms and shoulders, looking reluctant: "Of course not this, that woman is here, I don't want to climb to the Pure Land so early. However, if you miss me, you can go to Wuhou Temple to find me, or the place we just started to meet."

Meng Xiaoan fully felt the gentle attack and heat of her breasts. He was so fearless that if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell. Li Daguanren kept his revolutionary mind and refused to be fainted by the enemy’s sugar-coated shells. Li Daguanren said calmly: “Tell me about the origin of that woman?”

Fujiwara Masa had all kinds of envious, jealous and hatred expressions on her face, which were obvious but not artificial, and said: "Kenshiki Fujiwara."

Meng Daguanren narrowed his eyes: "Is it from your Fujiwara family?"

Fujiwara Maman said in disgust: "Yes, a person who has been dead for a long time."

Meng Xiaoan smiled and said, "How is Ma Sheng Que better than her?"

Fujiwara Masa showed a look of contempt and said, "It's just a person who carried her shoes."

Meng Xiaoan was slightly surprised, and then said seriously: "Then I'm not dead, I can't even handle the Masheng Que. Another one comes. Your people seem to like to cause trouble for me."

Fujiwara Masa said: "You can't handle it, you can let others do it. You can always kill people with a knife, there are not a few people who want to kill him."

Meng Xiaoan heard the implicit sound. It seemed that people born in large families did not seem to be treated so peacefully. They all had some diaphragms and asked, "Maybe you should be able to guide me, a lost person."
Chapter completed!