Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

The three men had already burned their bodies at this time.

They couldn't help but swallowed one after another, like a wild beast about to go crazy, and hurriedly rushed to Zhang He.

From their sights, they saw a person wearing a pale green skirt in the corner of the pavilion with two white and slender legs.

That leg looked particularly attractive and beautiful in the dim light.

A man couldn't help it, shaking his hands and slowly touching the beautiful and amazing thin legs.

"These legs are so pretty."

As the man said, he couldn't help kissing him.

The other two men stretched out the magic scratch under the skirt.

Lan Xiao lurked in the thorn bushes outside the pavilion, watching this scene coldly.

Can't help feeling nauseous.

When a man is a man, he really feels irritating when he thinks about it.

Lan Xiao didn't care about when the three men found out that Zhang He was a man in the pavilion, because at this moment, she gradually felt the burning sensation in her body, becoming stronger and stronger.

Her whole person's consciousness gradually became trance.

It was as if countless insects poured into her body, bit by bit swallowing her blood and skin.

She tugged at the collar, facing the pouring rain, trying to let the rain fall into her body, so as to give her more clarity.

It's a pity that Lan Xiao was able to survive this moment and was already a powerful crossbow.

The effect of the medicine was almost to its extreme, and she felt so hot.

She was afraid that she would groan because of the physical reaction of her body, so she pulled a piece of cloth from her body and tied her mouth tightly.

Then, she took the bamboo stick again and severely hurt her arm.

Unfortunately, the whole arm was dripping with blood, and I didn't know how much blood was flowing, but this time, there was no pain.

Everywhere on the body, there were irritation and itchiness that I didn't know how to describe.

Lan Xiao was so uncomfortable, she couldn't help but tore her shirt again.

Before her eyes, it began to blur a little.

Her body was cold and hot, like being frozen on an iceberg, and like being barbecued in a sea of ​​fire.

For a while, she almost couldn't tell where she was and what she was doing.

She lay on the ground and rolled over silently, trying to suppress the heat and itching in her body by the rolling, but it was a pity that all of this did not help.

Lan Xiao's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and at this moment, she felt a trace of fear.

She was afraid that when her consciousness gradually disappeared, she could not help making movements, which would attract the attention of those people.

Suddenly, an anger sounded from the pavilion.

"Fuck, this is a man? I touched his chest for a long time, and it turned out flat."

"OMG, the organs under this skirt are the same as us, what the **** is going on?"

"Could it be that the lady An Yao teased us?"

"It must be so, this lady dare to play with us? His grandmother's, I have never finished with her, don't let me meet her, otherwise I will have to kill her."

"What should I do now, my body is about to explode, it won't work, I need to vent urgently, I can't take it anymore."

"Yeah, me too, my body has reached the limit, but there is no woman here, only this man."

"This man is kind of like a girl, otherwise, we'll **** with him, let's relieve our anger first."

"Grass, don't care, if you bear it, it will really explode."

As a result, Lan Xiao was vague, and only heard a thorn, which seemed to be the sound of the fabric being torn.

After a while, "Ah..." Zhang He's shrill voice resounded inside and outside the pavilion like a pig.

Lan Xiao curled her lips and smiled silently.

This is a kind of extreme coldness, like a devil's smile.

next moment.

Lan Xiao only felt that blood was surging, like an irresistible heat in her chest, fiercely and violently rushing toward her throat.

Immediately, a hint of sweetness gushed from her throat, and a puff of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Lan Xiao's hand touched the corner of her mouth, and the sticky touch touched her fingertips.

With the faint light, she stared at the red blood on her fingertips blankly.

At this moment, she is desperate.

She didn't know whether she could pass this level safely.

At this time, she thought of Wen Muchu.

How she hoped that Wen Muchu could descend from the sky like a patron saint.

At this moment, the more desperate she was, the more she missed Wen Muchu.

She felt a dull pain in her heart.

I thought, tears kept rolling in her eyes.

Wen Muchu, where are you?

...

Wen Muchu's eyes were red, and he finally rushed to the pavilion, grabbing An Yao by the collar.

The heavy rain was still falling, and the rain blurred his vision.

He threw An Yao outside the pavilion and raised his hand to touch the rain on his eyes.

Wen Muchu looked into the pavilion blankly in his blurred vision.

He saw that three tall and naked men were playing with a man lying on the ground who could not see clearly.

Wen Muchu squinted slightly, when the touch of green broke into his sight.

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, instantly sluggish.

An Yao's consciousness at this moment has gradually tended to a trance stage.

She was hungry and thirsty like a fish out of the water, if she didn't give her water the next moment, she might die.

However, she still had the last trace of reason.

She crawled on the dirty ground and looked up into the pavilion.

When she saw the light green dress, she laughed arrogantly.

"Wen Muchu, have you seen it? Lan Xiao has been ruined by those men. Did you see that these men have already **** her, she is not clean, she is completely dirty. Hahaha, It's so happy..."

Wen Muchu raised his foot and glanced at An Yao with cold eyes.

An Yao continued: "She is so dirty, do you still want her? Why don't you want to be together as we are, how about keeping me like a jade for you from now on? I am no worse than Lan Xiao, I am a hundred times stronger than her, and my body is worse than her I don’t know how much. Wen Muchu, now... my body is about to explode, I beg you to make me, ah... make me."

An Yao said, clinging to Wen Muchu's legs and feet, and getting up from the ground little by little.

The cold rain could not relieve the heat in her body at this moment.

Only the cold body of this man can satisfy her inner thirst.

A trace of disgust flashed across Wen Muchu's eyes, he sneered, lifted his foot slightly, and kicked her into the pavilion without mercy.

It's really dirty, he felt sick and almost vomiting when he touched his legs and feet.

An Yao was kicked down on the stone bench in the pavilion. She made a muffled sound and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.