Bubble ginger eggs in the sink: "!!!"

Still letting the eggs live?

Still letting the eggs live?

The eggs must be opened.

Are there any such uncle and aunt?

Ginger eggs hang up from the pool, and the dark eggshell was covered with bubbles, which looked like a white beard. It hits...

unexpectedly.

A powerful mental force bounced it away.

Jiang Dandan: "…"

It was quite sudden.

Just smashed on the wall.

Almost broken eggs.

More than an hour has passed.

Jiang Si's eyes were red and her mouth was swollen. She was wearing a long skirt that was irregular to her knees and was carried out by Agarez from the bathroom and placed on the sofa.

Jiang Si screamed, her voice hoarse: "My legs... hurt so much!"

The hoarse voice was filled with a slutty voice, acting coquettish, being angry, and being coquettish.

"Let me see." Agareth's eyes darkened, and his hands fell on her skirt: "Can you give me some medicine?"

Jiang Si stared at her eyes, angrily like a frog, slapped his hand away: "No, you go, I'll take the medicine myself."

Agarez was beaten on the back of his hand, and he settled for the second best, "Then I will turn around! Is this OK?"

If you bully someone, you have to coax it.

Jiang Si snorted, took out the spray Wei Chi gave her, and sprayed it on her thighs. In an instant, it was intact and no longer hurt.

After spraying her thighs, she pursed her lips and sprayed a little on her swollen lips.

Originally, there was a real gun and a live ammunition... but the willows crawled all over her body, and the swords in the space made waves of swords, and there was no way to replace them.

Legs on.

It's mouthful.

It's on hand.

One hour, more than an hour inside.

Sure enough, his weapon is heavy enough, and it takes only long enough.

His hands were so sore, and he sprayed the medicine for ginger silk and kicked Agarez, who was squatting under the sofa with his back to her: "Hands are sore, please put on my socks."

"Okay!" Agarez turned around, grabbed her small and round feet, solemnly put a pile of socks on her, then took out the short boots that reached her ankle and put them on.

Pile socks onto the calves, add small boots, irregular white skirts, and a small coat to the long hair around the waist, making the ginger look small and tender.

Jiang Si got up from the sofa, jumped for a while, and said to Agarez, who was squatting on the ground, "You don't have to skip work with me, you can continue working overtime, I'll leave, goodbye!"

Agarez asked her to leave, and reached out and pulled: "I'm off work, let's go together!"

Jiang Si shook her hand and left by herself.

But Agarez followed her, and the two left the office one by one, boarded the elevator, did not walk the gate, went up the top floor, and left on the aircraft.

The cinnabar on the training ground has not been finished yet.

While he was playing, he thought that not only had to pay for dinner, but also had to pay for accommodation, but also had to pack it after the meal. He was determined not to be polite to her.

Jiang Si returned to Abel Manor and entered the house. She threw her shoes, took off her socks, threw away her coat, and went upstairs.

Hilt, the chief deacon of Abel Manor, wanted to bend down and reduce His Highness's clothes, but was stopped by Agarez: "Hilt, go and do your business. I'll pick up the princess's things."

She got angry when she was ruthless.

He deliberately threw things and asked him to pick them up.

He knows.

Hilt responded and stepped down.

Agarez picked up the things, folded his clothes and socks into tofu pieces, put his shoes into space and twisted them, and then went upstairs.

It's not dark.

The sun is setting.

Jiang Si rolled around the huge bed, hugged Jiang Dandan and kissed her, put it on her stomach, and pulled the quilt: "Baby Dandan, sleep, your dog is coming, remember to smash his forehead directly."

Jiang Dandan: "…"

Such a violent thing, let it be an unformed egg dried?

Hiring child labor is illegal.

Fines and jail.

In severe cases, exile to garbage stars.

"Don't come over." Before Jiang Si fell asleep, Agarez walked in. She turned over and gestured to Agarez who entered the room. "From now on, the bed is mine, and the other places are yours."

Agarez turned a blind eye to her gesture, bent down and kissed the corner of her mouth, his voice hoarse and low and seductive: "Prince, what should I eat for supper?"

Fucking a meal.

Dry the soul of the rice.

People who do business will not be unable to get along with the food.

Let's have this meal first.

Shredded ginger took the dishes from the space buttons: "Soft cowpeas, bamboo shoots and old duck soup, roasted lamb chops and small potatoes, stir-fried bean seedlings, and stir-fried tender beans with chili."

"Cold broccoli, spicy and sour potato shredded potatoes, braised beef, braised lion head, fried chicken wings, salmon soup, and scallion shrimp, that's all for the time being, I'll give you this dish."

A basket filled with small potatoes, peppers, tender beans, broccoli and other vegetables was handed to Agarez.

Agarez carried the basket and kissed her again: "Okay, I'll call you."

Jiang Si waved her hand: "Go quickly and go quickly!"

Agarez hooked his mouth indefinitely, pulled her quilt, covered her legs, and left the room with a basket.

As soon as he left, the ginger shredded into the bed, the quilt was pulled, and the ginger balls were placed on his stomach. His stomach was warm, and he relaxed and fell asleep.

Agarez cooked rice and came over to call people. He found that people slept like pigs, snoring.

He stood at the head of the bed, watched quietly for a moment, and without shouting, turned around and went to the bathroom, took a cold shower, came out in his nightgown, and sat close to his little wife. He clicked on his brain and browsed the Internet.

Sudden…

He saw a video of his little wife being provoked online.

The more he looked at the page, the darker his face became, and the darker his eyes became.

A few minutes later, he got up, went to the balcony, and gave an order to his adjutant Moore, saying: "Notify the Education Bureau and tell the top ten military academies that losing is not scary. What is scary is internal strife, that losing cannot be afforded, and that there is no sense of unity."
Chapter completed!