Yinmi was so happy that she took her son and hid in the backyard. The corridor was covered with ivy, and the scenery was deep and quiet. When she walked around the corridor to the edge of the pool, she stopped walking.
Fu Lingzhi stood on the other side. The water in the pool made his figure wrapped in military uniform even taller and taller. His overly long legs were spread lazily. His back was leaning on the tree trunk, and his eyes were squinting at the people next to him.
A woman is filled with indelible pampering.
Otoya shrank her shoulders, suddenly feeling that the late autumn night was a bit cold. She was wearing a small tube top dress with a small hollow shawl on top, which was a bit thin.
After thinking about it, she took a deep breath and walked towards the loving couple.
Yi Zuimo, the granddaughter of Yi Zongxiang, is drunk with ink, drunk with beautiful eyes, and her face is like a flower with dew.
When a man sees a woman like this, he is still distracted.
Sometimes Yinmi would find excuses for Fu Lingzhi. He and Yi Zuimo were still childhood sweethearts. But Zhuma married another woman, and Qingmei married another. A few years later, Qingmei became a widow, and childhood sweethearts suddenly looked back.
Fu Lingzhi was leaning forward and talking to Yi Zuimo's ear. He seemed very happy, with his thin lips slightly raised and the corners of his eyes raised. It turned out that he could also smile. He was not indifferent, he was just used to being indifferent to her.
When they were a few steps away, the man and woman finally discovered her presence. Yi Zuimo turned around first and smiled gently at her, "Yinmi, long time no see."
Yinmi thought to herself, why haven't we seen each other for so long? The name Yi Zuimo often made her feel uneasy.
"Sister Zui Mo, you are getting more and more beautiful." She also put on a mask, "Xiaonian, this is Aunt Mo, do you remember?"
Xiaonian tilted his head, shaking it like a bell. Yi Zuimo's eyes suddenly narrowed when he looked at Fu Sinian, and his face darkened a lot.
Fu Lingzhi glanced at Yinmi with a cold eyebrow, "What are you doing here?"
Yinmi paused, raised her palm-sized face and looked straight at him. Maybe it was because she drank some juice before, and her lips were a little dry, so she licked them.
Fu Lingzhi's eyes suddenly deepened. He still remembered the taste of the lilac tongue. She was reserved and reserved, even in bed. She wanted him to lead her to the peak of bliss bit by bit. But he preferred to die.
He understood her euphemism and timidity! The legs under the tube top skirt were slender enough to wrap around his waist. The delicate rise and fall of her chest. He liked her breasts very much. They were not big but stood proudly.
, Yingying grasped it, and with just a little bit of force, the pair of beauties would bloom in his hand.
The problem is that now is not the time to think about these things! He was annoyed and glanced to the side. Fortunately, Zui Mo was busy talking to Xiaonian.
"What on earth are you doing here?" He said in a deep voice.