Du Sheng pointed to the marks on his face, the marks on the neck, which was a bit difficult:

"Sister Qi, you are so beautiful, and the figure is extremely top, I'm afraid it is difficult for a man to bear it, so."

Ming people don't say secretly, he likes this Bai Fumei a little.

So I did n’t have a rough cloak like the chin, and I kept coming.

Otherwise, Mo Jiaqi is not at this moment, but a broken rib, a broken leg.

In addition, Du Sheng had to sigh that the skill of "Sound, Color, Dog, Horse" is indeed powerful enough.

I haven't slept much all night and still had the energy, but my body and kidneys are a little unbearable.

Mo Jiaqi was stunned for a moment, and finally recalled something, and said with a bitter smile:

"You can't blame you."

Although Mo Jiaqi drinks too much, there are some related memories.

And last night she did have an anger, otherwise she would have to find outsiders like Du Sheng to accompany wine.

But the original intention was just to be angry with his father and Da Fei, let them respect their choices. At the beginning, they never thought of entering the discussion.

But I never thought that I did n’t grasp the inch under the drunk, and I made a big trouble.
Chapter completed!