As the saying goes, it is easy to happen again and again. If you pierce a layer of paper, it will easily happen for the second and third time. As long as you make a precedent, it will be difficult to collect... However, there is also a saying that things will turn back when they are extreme.

In fact, after the nonsense that night, Li Mu never let Mu Zi touch that thing again. At most, she was asked to stick to her waist or thighs and rub her slightly to vent her continuous gushing hormones.

To be honest, Li Mu has worked very hard. Since he grew a few hairs during adolescence, or during the period when he received the "Yin and Yang Breath Regulation Brief", he often felt like he was ready to move and could not control himself.

If his wife Lu Hui had not stayed in the hospital and couldn't get up, Li Mu would probably have "eat" her now. Then she would love her once or twice a day or more... and do a shameless and shameless exercise every day.

...It's basically because I'm so excited.

In the next two weeks, the abstinence life of Zhihui was really uncomfortable, but before he decided to marry Muzi, Limu still dared not act rashly.

As a mature and rational uncle, he must not be a good girl who is gentle, considerate, kind, virtuous, smart, happy, and understanding because of his own selfish desires.

...The initial impression of Muzi's horror had changed to this extent.

The best way to solve the feeling of depression is to divert your attention and devote all your energy to comics, learning and painting tasks. Since he usually arranges his time very tightly, this method actually has no effect.

The reasonable Muzi will not interfere with his work at ordinary times, and will only let him have a pillow when he is sleepy. He will play tricks on a little while shopping or eating, and grind the passion in his belly slightly before and after going to bed on holidays and nights.

For women who are dissatisfied with desires, there are only two options for men who cannot cope with: one is to stay at night, and the other is to fall asleep after returning home...

Thursday, December 5, 2002.

Tonight, Limu also ran to a teacher, friend, landlord or classmate to take refuge as usual.

After all, you don’t have to accept the order as long as you can’t hear Muzi’s voice, right? It’s a good choice to stay until 12 o’clock to consume her king’s orders. By the way, you can also visit different people to explore the critical value task.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place, so Limu hid on the second floor of his apartment this time.

"What, are you having a quarrel with your little wife?"

The UAE girl first cuts into the topic, sitting with her on the sofa, and the former hand is the Libyan girl.

There is a saying that mixed-race children are often very excellent. The most intuitive manifestation of this excellence is in appearance. Amman and Surata are very good proofs. In the north, East Africa, it is bounded by Europe and Asia in the north. The bloodlines gather the strengths of the two families. Whether oriental or Westerners look at them, they will probably feel pleasing to the eye.

Two girls have melon-shaped faces, wide foreheads, big eyes, and black curly hair. Their skin is not as dark as South Africa, nor as white as Nordic, and it is also different from the yellow in Asia. In short, Arabs are indeed quite beautiful. The family is rich and well-educated. The only disadvantage is the skin that has become rough due to the environment.

Li Mu sat opposite them and observed carefully, and carefully scanned all the sitting postures, and included the images of the two people in the comic material notebook they carried with them.

"You guys talk about Muzi? She is not my wife. I lost to her in a bet. This should not be a secret." Limu then put away the notebook and said, this was the first time he recorded the sitting posture of the two.

(…The response delay is a bit exaggerated.)

UAE girl Amman and Libyan girl Surata both looked at each other.

"...We have heard of this, and it is said that kingscollege solved the problem of hanging Cambridge for a long time."

"...The person who unlocked it is your mother? - It's so bad!! No matter how you think about it, you should win, right? How can you be considered losing?"

Mman and Sula said.

"The rules of the competition are calculated based on the number of problems solved, and it has nothing to do with the difficulty of solving problems. This time I was a self-destructive person. I was originally full of confidence and wanted to be the king..."

Limu showed a helpless expression, briefly explaining the king's game and the rules of the conditions.

"Ah, that's really bad, then let's help you, you can come here every day-"

"You can also call us up when you need it, and we will go up and help you consume her orders-"

Seeing the two of them actively hindshots, Rimu couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

"Things are changing, and things will turn back. The solution is to adapt to nature. When she is excited, it will be fine... Didn't you say that? Even if the earth becomes desolate, when Allah brings rain to it, it will start to sprout, expand, revive, and produce various beautiful plants."

"Are you a Muslim?" asked Mman.

"It's just a little bit involved. Before I decide to visit you, I have to at least understand you a little, right?"

Limu shook her head and said. She almost ran away when she saw them a while ago, and her understanding of them was limited to her names.

"Don't you feel hard when you sit on the stool over there? Come on, come and sit among us, soft and warm."

These two rebellious girls who came to Europe to study were not as reserved as their country wearing headscarves. The changes in the environment really surprised Limu.

——Sit among them?

Rimu said with a slightly blushing face to their scorching eyes:

"Forget it, forget it, I, a young citizen, prefer to sit on a stool..."

In a sense, he was afraid of women.

Limu's shyness is quite cute in their eyes.

At this time, Muman and Sula suddenly had a whim and asked together—

"Li Mu, should I come to our country for a trip during the holiday?"

——Travel? Go to the UAE and Libya?

——Libya seems to have no war yet…

——This attention sounds good, just treat it as going to political refuge.

Li Mu was anxious and electric. Muzi was definitely not at risk of suicide now. He sent her back to China for two months to cool down. It may improve in the next semester, but it may also become worse.

——Muzi returned to Nanhua with a chicken feather arrow, and he would not kill me at that time.

When he thought of returning to his country, he felt sad.

Moreover, this time I went to a big oil country and might be able to get some active energy. I will become a small giant in the future energy industry. If I don’t help, I will invest and go back to mine in Shanxi.

"OK."

Limu replied that Muman and his friends' proposal deeply touched his heart, and he asked again immediately.

"When will we have a holiday? How do we plan to arrange our itinerary?"

"On December 6th, I can go back tomorrow after holidays. Why don't you know at all?" Muman asked sensitively.

"Ah. I didn't plan to go back at all." Rimu said without thinking, "Even if I go back, the itinerary or the purchase of air tickets will be done by my secretary..."

"Your secretary?!Aren't you a petty citizen?"

Limu's understatement suddenly stimulated the hearts of both of them.

"Yes, that's right, it's just a secretary. Orientals are all subtle. I have some industry. In fact, I hope to chat with your uncles and uncles while traveling..."

Limu frankly raised his position as a businessman so that he could make things easier for future negotiations. He did not expect that the words would naturally turn into cactus, deeply stimulating the two of them with only [study and play].

As for the visit, they were decided after a brief chaos, and they went to the UAE in Mman from January to February and Libya in Sula from February to March.
Chapter completed!