the castration plan

Hotel suite.

After being temporarily rescued by the two sisters last time, there were still antibodies in Jiang Weihe's body. Belmuir found that he would not be able to make a second attack for a while, so he brushed him away: "Chat with me for a while."

"The personality has switched again, right?" Jiang Weihe was already prepared.

Baymuir said solemnly: "I said come to your room and sit down. Is that all you have on your mind? I thought you were different from others."

"Okay, okay, let's be different." Jiang Weihe felt that the words came out of Bemuir's mouth, which was quite ridiculous, but he stopped, "Go on and do evil, you are me Let the ancestors do it, sooner or later you will suffer from impotence."

"I was wrong." Bamuir leaned forward softly, and his half-wet hair scratched his chest, making a hearty friction. Before he could open his mouth, a lovely pink flower flew on his cheek Yun whispered between his lips, "I like you."

"Very good." Jiang Weihe took it for granted and replied quickly.

This is the tune he is tired of hearing. I don't know how many handsome men and women have confessed their love in this way on his bed, and there are more tender and sweet words, all of which are just a prelude to seeking fame and being superior.He wasn't stupid enough to take the stage play seriously.

And Jiang Weihe hates bondage the most, he will definitely play until he is 80 years old.marriage?That is the slavishness of human beings in the face of the force of habit.

But Bemuir didn't play his cards according to common sense, he didn't ask for anything at all, he just said: "That's why I care so much about Lingling. She was bullied at school, and I couldn't help her, so sad. You are her My brother doesn't care about it."

The gentle voice of pleading suddenly grabbed Jiang Weihe's heart. He kissed the water-dropped hair of the man in his arms and said, "Little idiot, what are you talking about? I don't care if she can ignore it." Are you? What's the matter?"

But after listening all the time, Jiang Weihe still said: "I've been too busy recently, so I'll talk about it after the filming of this scene."

Baymuir hardened his fist.He couldn't bear it anymore, so he jumped up and turned on the TV, constantly changing channels, venting his emotions on the buttons of the remote control, and then started playing games.

Jiang Weihe was in the wild king of the list in both national uniforms, easily leading the audience, and the two hit the wild double row and scored like rockets.

Bemuir became very safe as soon as he touched the keyboard and mouse. Once the situation went against the wind, no one of his teammates would be alive.

He lashed out at the mage who never supported him: "I am better than you at tethering a dog in the middle lane. Make me mad, you treat me like an orphan? Spring water is not called spring water, it is an orphanage for you."

0-9-1 was also scolded on the road: "The money you send alone can support the sixth hero on the opposite side. The screen is full of rice chickens, which can move better than you. Parkinson can be pulled down. Please go play How is Hecarim? Experience what Arima (Mom) feels like."

Jiang Weihe was amused by him, and his operation was deformed, so he was also greeted unceremoniously: "You picked ganoderma for your mother in the wild and still confinement in the grass?"

Unexpectedly, the sorcerer turned on the mic and turned out to be a delicate girl.Bemuir immediately became short of breath, and was silent for a while: "It's okay, I don't blame you, as long as you miss your skills a bit... Forget it, just hide behind me and don't die."

He walks the talk.A ten-man team battle broke out, and he, a crispy shooter, took the front position, protecting the girl behind him, taking the ultimate A and taking four kills, blasting the crystal alone, a textbook-like comeback.

Jiang Weihe looked up at him on the bed. This man was wearing a black furry cape casually, which made it very easy to see.

The perfect to distorted nose bridge is straight and tall, but the back of the nose is narrow and the wings are thin, and even the shape of the nostrils is exquisite.Those amazing green eyes, like the precious legacy left by ancient poets, are inlaid on the baroque picture frame.His beauty and desire are innate and unique.

And the personality is also very funny, Jiang Weihe has seen too many coy Omega, and Baymuir's truth is so charming.He always has a steady stream of freshness, and every trait in him is eager to be explored.

So, Jiang Weihe suddenly said, "Do you really like me?"

The more magnanimous the opening, the better the ending. This was Jiang Weihe's usual love criterion, but today he hesitated for a long time abnormally.

He understood better than anyone that at the Vanity Fair masquerade, apples were wax, flowers and goldfish were silk and cardboard, everything.The love of the envious masses in this circle is nothing more than a transaction, and one of them is only selling fakes, while the other is paying counterfeit money.

He didn't get any answer, and he became even more weird, and continued to ask in an unbelievable tone: "How much do you like it?"

I like your mother egg.Baymuir cursed in his heart.

However, Jiang Weihe slowly hugged him from behind, resting his chin on the satin-like smooth neck: "Actually, I don't want to lie to you. Comparing your heart with your heart, don't play tricks with me."

Baymuir was frantically clicking towers amidst the hail of bullets, as if an irrelevant tennis racket was attached to his back, and he didn't bother to care about it, let alone move it.

When Jiang Weihe, who was used to the white swan, experienced the inner world of the toad for the first time, he felt angry and funny.

But Baymuir has a particularly pure fragrance of flower oil. The roses as many as the ocean are concentrated hundreds of thousands of times, and they are as sweet as cream, which makes him feel free and comfortable.

It was like a tranquilizer, Jiang Weihe's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally fell asleep holding the Omega.