Chapter 122 — Integration

Scrambling for a moment, going deep, knocking again.

"Mr. Fu." It's Liu Yi, "Are you there?"

Young-hyun opened the curtain and ended the kiss. She's too close to see herself in the pupil's hole.

Fu-Cheng wonders about her face.

Outside the door, Liu Qiang knocks twice: "Mr. Fu?"

Still no sound. Did you forget to turn off the light?

After the training grounds were divided, she went back to the dormitory to change her clothes and asked Xu Jiari to go to Xiaoxien at night. Xu Jia Ri is a counselor at the Institute of Information and Communication, not in the dormitory, and eight achievements are in the office. Liu Zeng changed his clothes to look for her, seeing the light on in the Fu Town office. She wanted to give Xu Jia Ri a word before she left, so she didn't lie on the table. Yesterday, Xu Jialy offered to go to Xiaoxiang, and she said she wanted to change her taste. Today she heard that Fu-Cheng and they were going to go, and she changed her mind. Liu Qian has been the one being chased since he was a child, and it is the limit to be careful. When the lie goes out, the nervous head buzzes.

As a result, he was married.

Xu Jia Ri is really flirting with her, and Liu is so red that she smiles. The two were close friends, and she didn't worry that Xu Jia Ri would refuse.

Take care of Xu Jialy, Liu went out to the toilet and remembered the light of the Fu Town office, and the ghost came to knock.

Wait a minute, Liu Siu is dark, and there's a slight feeling in his heart.

Listens to the sound of the footsteps, the lips of Young-hyun, the head of Fu-Cheng, and the tongue goes right into his mouth.

Fu Qiang held her back and pushed her into her arms, hoping her emotions would last longer.

The first time he saw her like this, he couldn't wait to end it.

Kissed two men for breathing disorder, Young-hyun slowed down a little bit, and his hands slipped to the waist of Fu-Cheng, half-observed and shallow grinding.

In the end, she held his hand and took a bite with an anonymous finger.

He's got a good look.

And Fucheng's lips were wet and swollen, and her sharp eyebrow was long gone and she was drowning.

When he saw his eyes, he restrained his face and hid.

Fu Qiang's arms were tightened, her body was pulled back and the edge was pierced through tenderness. Looks calm, but it's full of blood, top of her abdomen.

"Mr. Fu, something strange is on top of me."

Her emotions are back.

Fu Chong didn't want to let go, so he pecked her lips and said, "Not happy?"

Young-hyun looked at him and didn't answer.

The lower jaw of Fu Town fell on top of her head, and her nostrils were fragrances, and he closed his eyes and said, “Young Hyun, I am happy.”

It's like a report.

The burning breath stings through the ears of Young-hyun, and she tickles, and her heart itches, deliberately twists his meaning: "Your joy was built on my discomfort."

Listening to her, Fu-Cheng smiles, doesn't explain, but groans: “My greatest desire is to make you happy and happy.”

Young-hyun breathed and struggled a little, making his arm tight.

Her voice was so angry and so tender: "Yes, let me go."

It's a serious story, "No more."

Young-hyun's nose is snorting, and I'm wondering who can't flirt.

She pushed him in the chest and said, "You should go to dinner."

"No more."

"Why not? It's your celebration. You can't be absent as captain."

For a moment, he said, "Let's go together."

Young-hyun shakes his head, "There's a stranger here, and we can't relax. Besides, I don't have much to talk about with them. It's time for work, and I don't want to get paid."

She looked up at him, and she was like, "Fu-Cheng, you have your life, I have mine. It doesn't mean we have to get married for who to give up our original course and get into the other one. Of course it's good to get in. It's not good to get in.”

Fu-Cheng lips, hold her tight again, soft lips fall down, soft kisses.

When her tongue was over her mouth, she licked her lips, and the lips were filled with entangled love and even a taste of seduction.

Young-hyun breathed a low hum in his long kiss, insinuated and sexy. Fu Qiang has a tight abdomen, he moves down his lips, gnaws her neck, and he touches his skirt and zips.

Young-sweet reminds me, "You should be late."

And Fu Qian, too, said, "I said hi. I'll be there later."

"Mr. Fu, what do you want?" She asks, "The red lips are radical."

Fu Qiang couldn't answer, couldn't find the zipper, and one hand went through the skirt.

Young-hyun stopped, "No, I don't want to drive home with your semen."

The picture appeared in front of Fu-Cheng, where she drove white-coloured from her leg, and the flames were high and her throat was rolling, and she said, "I don't shoot."

No meaning to let go.

Young-hyun's voice began to sound as he became infected with him: "Mr. Fu, how will you explain your lateness?"

What do you mean, you want to fuck your wife in the office?

Her voice is low, her tail is flat, she's a good one.

Fu Zheng's mouth was burning, her hands were pulling her skirt to the waist, her hands were up against the line of her smooth legs, and her buttocks were held.

"Young Hyun, I want you now."

His eagerness increased, and his nostrils were burning, and her lower lips were gnawed between her teeth, and his sound was made out of greed.

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