As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Chong felt a warmth pounce on his arms. Before he could react, a soft little hand climbed up to his neck, his head was pressed down by a pair of small hands, his lips touched with a sexy and hot mouth with a lilac smell, and with a slight touch, the silky smoothness between the lips, with the unique cry of a woman, came into Zhang Chong's ears.

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhang Chong wanted to see clearly what was happening in front of him. At this time, a tongue spread his teeth with the clever force of pulling out a thousand pounds and slid into his mouth. A warm ball was squirming in his mouth, and the woman's "whimpering moans" echoed in his ears, like a pipa pulling a few lightly and a woman's breathing like orchids, which was like a wonderful string sound. When he looked at the man in his arms, his face turned red, soft and a ball of fragrant mud, and his emotions were like he could pick it. In this moment of dizziness, the ferry at the ferry was full of saliva, and the two tongues were lingering in a mess, and the woman who took the initiative to throw herself into her arms was breathing like orchids, with light surging in her eyes, and the spring feelings were infinite.

The sexy tongue was twisted into Zhang Chong's mouth like a barb, and became restless. His mouth was filled with a scent of orchid. His mouth was wide open, and he had a charming breath. Zhang Chong's hand tried to reach out to the woman.

The body temperature was so hot that it was scary that the jade body was waiting for him to develop. The pretty eyes were drooping, the charming and charming woman, half leaning on and half snuggling, her clothes were half open, and her heart door quietly opened, waiting for him to enter. However, at this moment, the woman pushed him away, and her lips spoke like a yellow oriole sang softly: "It would not be true to play every time."

Zhang Chong patted his forehead, and his desolate will became clear. At this time, he noticed that the face in front of him was so strange. The woman was in her early twenties, with a mushroom head and a baby face. She looked extremely pure and not tall, only about 1.6 meters tall. After a flash of pride in her eyes, she showed a look of grievance. She turned around and said pitifully: "You can see my sincerity!"

"Okay, you're up to you!" Dean Zhou suddenly felt uneasy. After a long time of making a small advantage, he even made a fussy, but he was a bit of a badass. He was a fussy person.

"Why don't we sing!" Yang Lei seemed to see Dean Zhou was in emotions, so she turned her head and said.

"Sing! It's better to sing." Zhao Zi responded first.

"Okay, Zhao Zi, you sing first!" Shui Qin followed and cheered.

"It's better for Sister Xiao Qing to come. Sister Xiao Qing is the wheat tyrant?" Zhao Zijiao smiled and pulled Xiao Qing up.

"The three of us sing a song "Little Little" together," Xiao Qing stood up and said.

"Memories are like storytellers, jumping through the water holes and surrounding the village in a tone full of local accent, waiting for the fate of meeting..."

The voices of the three women with different attributes sounded, either mature and sexy, or youthful, tender or vicissitudes of life and hoarseness. The different voices brought everyone into a city of memories.

Perhaps because of his age, Zhang Chong's memories were pitiful and there was not so much sadness. He sat quietly on the side, glanced at him inadvertently, and suddenly saw that the woman who was calm no matter how embarrassed she met, tears were like a spring, her hands were covered, and her eyes were like a broken dam, and her swollen eyes made people feel pity for life.

She also had an unforgettable past.

At this time, Sophie seemed to return to a memory of the passing of time with the rhythm of the music. Her thoughts arose and suddenly felt lonely and helpless. As sadness surged into her heart, she felt that she was touched by a foot on her leg.

He raised his face that was crying red in a daze, and saw the strange and giggling face reflected under the light of the white mirror in front of him. Damn, he actually ate my tofu while my mother was sad. If others dared to do this, Sophie would have already sucked her ear in one ear, but this person herself could not offend her, nor would she dare to offend her. She had been in the workplace for a long time and naturally understood the interests, so she felt wronged and she vomited her teeth and blood, bit her lip, and remained silent.

Her forbearance did not make the other party stop when they were better, but instead encouraged her arrogant arrogance. Her legs stretched over her thigh abdomen and gently rubbed the tender flesh on the inner thighs, as if they were free, and they ran away from the hidden parts.

These people who have been in the hospital for a long time are so familiar with the blood vessels on their thighs that they cannot be more familiar with. Men who are well versed in blood vessels and circulated with medical principles are even more masters among the masters. President Zhou’s legs are no longer satisfied with itching through the stockings. He holds the edges of the stockings between his fingers, pulls them down, and the stockings are curled and slid down.

His legs stretched upwards into the skirt, and his toes touched a warm place. Dean Zhou's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, and he found that his feet were pressed tightly by his hands.

"Damn it, you dare not to obey." Dean Zhou was about to succeed, but was blocked.

Sophie was so angry that she scolded the lustful man thousands of times in her heart. After holding the smelly foot with her white little hand, she pushed it down quietly. The foot left her secret area.

After Sophie finally made this reaction, her whole body was sore and she had no strength. When she teased Zhang Chong, she had already reacted. Just now, Dean Zhou's heart, who was on the edge of the thunder pool, made her heart shaking at the edge of the thunder pool.

Dean Zhou was not willing to let go, and his feet stretched out to Sophie again. But what he never expected was that this time he was greeted not by Sophie's merciful little hand, but by a demon's smirk.

Zhang Chong saw Sophie's expression in front of him. Dean Zhou was moved several times, which made Zhang Chongxin feel dissatisfied. Seeing the old guy using his same trick again, Zhang Chong took out a pack of medicine powder from his clothes and took advantage of the time when everyone was listening to music, he quietly sprinkled it on Dean Zhou's feet.

As soon as Dean Zhou reached under the table, he felt a little itchy and thought Sophie responded to his teasing.

After a while, I felt itchy. Although I didn't take off my socks, I could feel blisters and rashes on my feet. While the stinky girls were spilling something on my feet, they couldn't help but feel alert, but their feet became more and more itchy. At first, they rubbed each other against their right foot, and the pain weakened. Later, they found that this was far from enough. Itchy, like hundreds of ants gnawed, the feet were so painful that they were so itchy that they were so itchy that they were so itchy that they were so itchy that they were so itchy that they were so itchy that they were so itchy that they could scream loudly, and they wanted to take off their socks and put their hands into their feet immediately, and spared them hard, but he couldn't do this. He was the dean, and he wanted to be decent. So he could only endure it.

After a while, there was no sound on the other side. Sophie finally fell down with a heart hanging down. At the same time, she also secretly became more vigilant. Since Zhou Yuan stretched out An Lushan's feet to him, he would have to be careful of it.

Zhang Chong saw Dean Zhou’s reaction, but he just smiled secretly. Little girl, I can’t kill you.

After a while, Dean Zhou could no longer help but leave the table and ran to the toilet to make itchy.

"Boy, are you doing something bad?" Sophie said quietly bit Zhang Chong's ear when everyone didn't notice her.

"Haha, keep it confidential" Zhang Chong said with a haha.

"Hmph, keep it secret from me, too." Sophie pouted in dissatisfaction.

"I sprinkled itchy powder on his feet," Zhang Chong smiled strangely.

"Boy, I've known for a long time that you are not at ease." Sophie said with a heavy nose.

A cold light flashed in Yang Lei's eyes, who saw this scene in a dark corner.

"Bang" the door was pushed open, and then a thin man rushed in and shouted "Help."

"Help?" Hearing these two words, the singing woman immediately shut up, and even the four men sitting aside eating fruit stood up.

"What happened?" a man stood up and asked.

This man has never said a word since Zhang Chong entered the door, but the deepest impression on Zhang Chong was. Because he was too cold, even in this entertainment atmosphere, he was willing to be a supporting role and sit in a corner where no one cares about it.

As soon as he spoke, the others immediately became quiet.
Chapter completed!