True to his son in the volley and Ling is still wishful daydreaming two when they talk on the roof of his son, a black as the clouds float like, disappeared in the night, being silent!
That night, the same day of secret talks also took place in the parents room Ling.
Chu Tinger nestled in the arms of her husband, beautiful fragrant perspiration dripping face, a white lotus-like arm is stretched, the Jiao blow. Barely lift the spirit, said: "Xiao brother, you see the performance of today's children what day?"
Ling Xiao Jing bare upper body, revealing the rock-like muscles, campaign, cozy leaning on the pillow, his eyes, is a trance thing, but do not know what to think. Heard his wife say, Lengle Leng, before angrily: "This little beast, today it is lawless, too much, tomorrow I can not teach him not good!"
Chu Tinger softly smile, index finger, her husband gently painted iron chest circle, breathing, such as orchid
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