When I swiped the card, the room was pitch black. Zhen Yachen fell asleep, the ground was covered in clothes, and was lying on the soft and soft place.

She was covered with a quilt, barely covering her waist. Although the room was pitch black, her body could still be seen vaguely.

Chen Fan took off his shoes and placed them at the door. He tiptoed in, found the first camera in the flower pot, and found the second in the glass cabinet under the TV. He then went to the bathroom, bedroom, and balcony, and found all the photography equipment that was as small as MP3.

Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to put on his shoes, but he was lucky, but he didn't expect that the door that was hidden was pushed by the airflow and closed with a click!

"Who!" Zhen Yachen took a breath, but did not move, but widened his glasses.

"hey, baby!" Chen Fan was scared and sweated coldly. He quickly used his skills to imitate the American voice.

No one knows how he did it. It looks like a special skill in ghost art. I can only say that he imitated it too much. Originally, Zhen Yachen was about to get up, but when he heard it was his movement, he breathed a sigh of relief and fell down softly.

"You trash, you can't extinguish the fire without fire, and you can't extinguish it if you have fire! A person like you might as well die!"

Zhen Yachen is still angry about the uselessness of men. Women of her age are always moody, but compared to most people, she is more arrogant and more arrogant, and she does not consider other people's feelings at all in her words!

Chen Fan sneered in his heart, but could only imitate the man's appearance, "i'msorry!i"

"Enough!" Zhen Yachen didn't want to listen to his explanation. Some things, if they were OK, they would be OK, if they were not OK, they would be no good. There is no meaning for her to argue!

"Come here!" Chen Fan thought the woman was going to scold him and told him to leave, but he was secretly glad, but he didn't want to wait for the words "Come here"!

Chen Fan was so angry that if he passed by, he would be exposed, but if he ran away, he would be exposed. He was a little confused and didn't move for a while.

"I'm asking you to come! I didn't hear it!"

Zhen Yachen didn't know that the one outside was Chen Fan, and she seemed very angry.

Chen Fan came over with a tough guts, but fortunately the woman didn't say anything. In fact, Zhen Yachen was still angry about the uselessness of the man, and he didn't even have the heart to look at him in front of him.

"What are you doing there stupidly? Wood?"

Zhen Yachen waited for a long time and found no movement at all, and said angrily.

Chen Fan swallowed and looked at the woman. Zhen Yachen had only a thin quilt on her body, with her shoulders exposed and half of it exposed below. This woman may be in her forty years, but she was well maintained and looked like she was only about thirty years old.

Although it is not so beautiful, it has a unique feeling for adults.

Chen Fan's heart thumped, and he reached over, and he placed his hand on the woman's smooth back.

It's really slippery.

Although Zhen Yachen is a complete evil woman in Chen Fan's eyes and has done many things that make people feel disgusting, Chen Fan has to admit that, not to mention anything else, this woman is definitely a woman in terms of her body appearance!

Thinking of this, Chen Fan was no longer confused. He sneered, slid his hand down, grabbed Zhen Yachen's buttocks, rubbed it a few times, then moved his hand to Zhen Yachen, and pinched it slightly and gently.

After all, Zhen Yachen is not young anymore. Although her skin is smooth, she is not as tight as a big girl. However, the slightly loose feeling makes Chen Fan very excited.

He rubbed his palm a few times, and he also pressed his palm on the woman's body little by little and wandered up and down. His usual massage technique unique to the Red Candle Ghost Gate made the woman feel a little painful and a little sore, but after the scratch, it was extremely relaxed.

Zhen Yachen has never enjoyed such treatment. His body stretched out and he actually started to hold it with Chen Fan. "Yes"

Chen Fan felt that there was a trick, and he immediately had the urge to carry a gun and get on the horse, but he was not a fool. He knew that if he went up, women would probably recognize him.

In fact, although they are all three-legged men, there are great differences between people, regardless of length, thickness, shape and frequency.

Chen Fan guessed

Zhen Yachen could feel it at once when he pressed his more than 100 pounds on Zhen Yachen. After all, the Americans seemed to have at least 200 pounds. They were tall and big. Compared with him, Chen Fan was much smaller.

However, Chen Fan was not in a hurry. He had always been confident in his hands. He thought that even a woman as reserved as Concubine Tong could not be repeatedly teased by his dexterous fingers, not to mention the beauty of this person who was middle-aged and dissatisfied with desires!

"Have you not had a good time for a long time? Today, I will let you have enough fun!"

Thinking of this, Chen Fan hooked his fingers and smiled evilly.

Zhen Yachen was sleeping halfway through and was confused. She gave Chen Fan this massage, but she felt so comfortable, but she didn't think much about it.

More than an hour passed and the woman fell asleep. Chen Fan found an opportunity to evacuate quickly and looked back before going out. At this time, Zhen Yachen was lying on the head of the bed like mud, tilting his head to make a blur.

"snort."

Chen Fan smiled contemptuously and turned around and left.

I hurried home, rushed into the bathroom and took a shower. I don’t know how much perfume the woman sprayed on her body. After washing for a long time, she was clean.

Chen Fan closed his eyes and recalled the little things just now, and he felt a sense of endless aftertaste. These days, there are more and more, but there are also some wonderful things, at least Chen Fan thought so.

After turning off the faucet, he forgot to bring the towel. Chen Fan pushed the door out and wanted to find it, but he didn't expect Xiaoman to yawn and rub his eyes and be confused with a twelve-minute confused look.

The little girl looked sleepy and couldn't even open her eyelids. She tilted her little head and saw Chen Fan flipping things naked. She was immediately startled and quickly covered her face and turned around, "Master! What are you doing!"

"Find a towel." Chen Fan said lightly.

"Not that! Why don't you wear clothes?"

"What clothes are you wearing when you haven't dried?"

"you!"

Xiaoman was a little dissatisfied and was not able to say anything to his master. The little girl stomped her feet and covered her face to run away.

"You're back."

Chen Fan stood with his waist pinched.

"what?"

Xiaoman turned his back to Chen Fan and did not dare to look at him.

“Dry it for me.”

Chen Fan handed over the towel.

Xiaoman opened his mouth slightly, his eyes flashed, and Chen Fan shook the towel, "Didn't you hear it clearly? I'll ask you to wipe it clean for me."

Xiaoman said nothing and glanced at Chen Fan weakly.

"Is it still my little man?"

Chen Fan was injured.

"snort."

Xiaoman pouted and grabbed the towel.

The little girl didn't dare to look at him. She waited until Chen Fan opened her hand before running behind Chen Fan, helping Chen Fan dry his back, then hugged Chen Fan and carefully wiped the water droplets on her body.

Holding Chen Fan's warm body, Xiaoman seemed a little cramped and enjoyed it, but she didn't make things difficult for her. She waited until the little girl helped him find a nightgown to put on it, Chen Fan stretched out his hand and scraped it on the little girl's nose.

"That's right!"

"The master is a bad person, and he will bully him."

Xiaoman wrinkled his nose and acted coquettishly and fiercely said Chen Fan.

"Men are not bad, women do not love them."

Chen Fan patted Xiaoman and signaled him to come over and opened the notebook again.

Xiaoman hugged Chen Fan's arm with a smile. Although this posture was quite embarrassing, Xiaoman got used to it after many times.

Xiaoman was petite and sitting in Chen Fan's arms would not affect anything. Chen Fan found the converter, took out the memory cards from several mini cameras, opened them one by one, and played them.

Soon, a earth-shaking strange movement in the video appeared.

Xiaoman was hugging Chen Fan's neck and enjoying the warmth that Chen Fan brought to her. When he heard that the ghost howling was not like he was doing anything good, he immediately blushed.

She turned around in panic, looked at the scene, and was ashamed as a little apple. She screamed and hugged in Chen Fan's shoulder, and didn't dare to open her eyes.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"Don't talk, learn a little!"

Chen Fan stroked Xiaoman's long black look, staring at the picture in his eyes, but his face was really not as shameless as he could.

His skin is as thick as a city wall, and he has always been a pertinent evaluation of him.

Xiaoman looked like he saw a ghost, with a little contempt, staring at this inappropriate guy.
Chapter completed!