Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Sharon twitched at the corner of her mouth: "... why don't you shut up for me?"

"By the way, I don't think it's so shameful, aren't we all very happy?" Zhao Jingting's face was honest and serious and could not be refuted. "Xie Lun, we are all big brothers, and it's nothing bad." Yes, you say a good word, didn't you feel good last night? Last night, your throat was shouting, and then you were crying with excitement. "

The corners of Sharon's mouth twitched and became numb: "... Am I that excited? My tears of grief, tears of remorse!"

"What is sad and angry?" Zhao Jingting looked curious, "What do you regret?"

"I don't know that you are a wine leaker who drinks wine as water," Xie Lun gritted his teeth, "I regret that I could drink three pounds of daughter red without changing the color, but I couldn't resist burning two or three knives!"

That's a long story.

Xie Lun was very young. When Lu Zhishan was on the battlefield, he would be ten years old. Naturally, the half-sized boy had never drank alcohol. Later, he went to the southern Xinjiang and only came into contact with it, but he also drank it from the south. He was considered a huge amount of rice wine, but it was limited to rice wine. Later, he returned to Jingshi with Lu Zhishan and drank a few times. Although Xie Lun felt that the wine tasted strange, he could drink it because She had no chance to fight wine, so Xie Lun didn't know the depth of her wine, she just said that she was a **** of wine.

Therefore, on the night of New Year's Eve, the two rough old men who were alone, after having a banquet with a group of generals, returned to the General's Mansion, and felt that they were still overwhelmed. then……

There's no after that.

When Xie Lun woke up again, he found himself tragedy. After a while, he suddenly found that Zhao Jingting, an old hooligan, was really speculative, otherwise how could he deliberately pull himself into his room to drink? And he was so drunk!

This is simply a premeditated crime!

Sure enough, after Zhao Jingting woke up, there was no panic and shock after drinking (sleeping) (being) chaotic (male) and sexual (human). Instead, he began to stick to him everywhere, almost like a fly staring at the stink egg ... ...

Huh!

He is not a rotten egg!

Anyway, no matter how he fights, he ca n’t fight the old hooligan. The most terrible thing is that Zhao Jingting ’s old hooligan had to chase him to medicate his place, saying that he must bear the responsibility that men should bear ...

Xie Lun wanted to smash the old shameless man. He did so, but it was a tragedy ...

Because, for, he, fight, no, ever, Zhao, Jing, Ting, that, one, king, eight, egg! !! !!

And every time he just started to open his teeth, he will be cleaned up by Zhao Jingting directly, and then he will pick up his pants to check his injury without saying a word, but he will really apply his medicine, so the thick fingers are in that Shame has come back and forth, wiped in and out, Xie Lun almost lost the face of the last three lives and the next three lives, of course, he must yell, but every time he swears, the finger picks A terrible place to poke hard, that taste ... almost.

Xie Lun didn't dare to scold any more. Not only did he dare not scold, but he also had no face to scold. The medicine could be reacted by the doctors. He was really ashamed and lost to his grandmother's house.

[Get off the code ~ continue in the afternoon ~]

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