The expression on Fujiwara's face was difficult to describe in words. He cursed at Meng Xiaoan who had already left. He spurted out all his strength from his chest and then whipped Meng Xiaoan's eighteenth generation ancestor so hard.
"I didn't expect that I would be so awesome." Meng Xiaoan said with a smile, feeling that this battle was very beautiful. After he went to the bedroom, he saw that Liang Wei was still sleeping soundly, with a very beautiful smile on her lips.
"Good boy, have a good sleep." Meng Xiaoan said to Liang Wei.
When Liang Wei got up the next day, she found that Meng Xiaoan was not there, and her eyes were somewhat empty. Meng Xiaoan wouldn't have gone out early in the morning, right?
Meng Xiaoan walked in with this random thought, a bright smile on his face: "I have already prepared breakfast, I guarantee your satisfaction."
Liang Wei jumped up from the bed, hugged Meng Xiaoan, and said with a smile: "Xiaoan, I like you." She said it very loudly, wishing to tell everyone in the world that she liked Meng Xiaoan so much.
Meng Xiaoan felt the softness on her chest and said with an evil smile: "You want to seduce me so early in the morning? You asked for it."
Liang Wei hummed and said, "I asked for it. I'm afraid you won't succeed, so fight like a man."
Meng Xiaoan gloriously fought like a man and made Liang Wei so happy on the bed.
After Liang Wei was sent to the top by Meng Xiaoan, she turned to Meng Xiaoan and said, "Xiaoan, the food has gone cold."
Meng Xiaoan snapped his fingers and said with some regret: "Yes, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me. We were supposed to be at the dinner table just now. I was exercising while you were eating, so you can save time."
Liang Wei smiled and put on her clothes. Her only son was really hungry. He had done a lot of exercise just now. It is normal to be hungry. She said: "I'm going to have breakfast. Xiao An, you can hold me in your arms."
I go."
Meng Xiaoan's body was so strong that he had no desire this time and came to the dinner table with Liang Wei's body in his arms.
Meng Xiaoan tasted the food and found that the food was still a little warm and could be eaten.
After Liang Wei and Meng Xiaoan finished breakfast, Meng Xiaoan sent her to the company to work.
After the two said goodbye reluctantly, Meng Xiaoan hurried to school and walked into the university gate again. Meng Xiaoan looked at all the familiar campus scenery and made a satisfied voice: "It's really good, sister, it's really good."
It’s good, I’m back.”
"Meng Xiaoan is indeed strong." A man suddenly appeared ghostly behind Meng Xiaoan, his body exuding an innate arrogance. "It seems I saw you right." The corner of the man's mouth traced a bloody arc.
Meng Xiaoan was not surprised at all by the sudden appearance of this man, nor was he surprised by anyone else's appearance. He felt a strong murderous aura being released from the man's body, but it was hidden and silent. He seemed to be waiting for the best opportunity to assassinate him.
A mysterious aura slowly burst out from his thin body.
A striking cold light carried the power of heaven and earth and struck at Meng Xiaoan's head.
Chen Si held a short dagger in his hand.
Meng Xiaoan retreated violently, his eyes flashed dark red, and with a "dang" sound, the dagger struck by thunder sank directly into the solid wall, emitting sparks like gravel.
At this time, a cold light flashed across Chen Si's eyes, and the flying bat slid across a distance of several meters and came to Meng Xiaoan's left side. With a fist from his right hand, he struck at his face. The energy surged wildly and the force was terrifying.
Meng Xiaoan remained calm in the face of danger, and after dodging calmly, he struck the man's ankle with a palm, but the man was not injured because of his toughness. After taking three steps back, he smiled broadly and said: "Okay, today is not a good time to kill people. I'm here to try."
Yours, my name is Chen Si, a person of Huang Palace level." After saying that, he blew a loud whistle and left.
Meng Xiaoan's cell phone rang. It was Sister Guan Xixi.
"Go to her house?" Meng Xiao'an clicked her chin, hesitated, and decided to go to Guan Xixi's house to have a look. Guan Zhong should not be at home.
Murong hoped that Sister Xiang was wearing a casual dress, a white shirt, with the red ### inside faintly visible. Meng Xiaoan couldn't help but smile, thinking inevitably that Sister Xiang was not trying to seduce him, right?
Murong Xiang invited Meng Xiaoan in and poured a cup of tea for Meng Xiaoan.
"I hope, sister, are you alone?" Meng Xiaoan felt strange and seemed to have decided something strange. Liang Wei was not here?
Murong Xiang had obviously just washed his hair and it was wet. There was still a faint fragrance in the living room. Hearing Meng Xiaoan's question, he turned around and said with a smile: "Well, why didn't you call me when you got back?"
Murong Hope was squatting there, flipping through the drawers, looking for Huang Jiaju's plate.
Meng Xiaoan was sitting on the sofa, looking at the swaying figure of the beautiful Miss Hope, and thought of an idiom - the old man pushed the cart. Pushing down Miss Hope, Meng Xiaoan's evil thoughts burst out in his heart like a volcano.
Sister's graceful figure made Meng Xiaoan's heart flutter as she sat on the sofa watching. While slowly drinking boiled water, the man scanned Sister Hope's buttocks with his eyes. They were perfectly curved buttocks, very round and round.
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Murong Hope finally found Huang Jiaju's disc, turned around, and the obscene look in Meng Xiaoan's eyes completely disappeared, which can be said to be a sophisticated one.
"I hope sister, I am not giving you an unexpected surprise."
Murong Hope walked in front of Meng Xiaoan, and Meng Xiaoan handed a microphone to Murong Hope.
"Which one to sing?"
"I love you." Meng Xiaoan smiled, with an expression of pure love.
Murong Hope's sister Xiang's red ### made Meng Xiaoan's eyes full. It's very firm, very firm, and she is indeed a young girl. Meng Xiao'an estimates that this hand can cover it, it's just right, not too big, not too small.
These breasts are bigger and not so comfortable to touch. They are smaller. They are just as flat and have no feeling. The size that fits a man's hand is the most powerful. Meng Xiaoan looked at Murong Xiang at such a close distance and was very imaginative. But this
The look in her eyes was very upright, and she hoped that the old lady was wearing white clothes and it was clearly for him to look at. Meng Xiaoan had no reason not to look at her.
"You sing, and I'll listen." Murong Xiang said, looking at Meng Xiaoan with his slender legs crossed.
Meng Xiaoan coughed and felt a little nervous. He quickly stabilized his body and mind and sang about Huang Jiaju's glorious days.
After finishing the song, Murong Hope commented: "It's not out of tune, it's okay. It's just that I didn't keep up with the mood. You usually like singing."
Meng Xiaoan said: "Well, if you have nothing to do, just hum a little." He said in his heart, I am not in the mood to keep up with your dress. The lyrics of the glory days require a deep expression. How can Meng Xiaoan be so deep at this moment?
It's just debauchery, and it doesn't quite accurately express the positive meaning of life.