C458 (1/2)

”Meet your sister!” Qiao Jinglian's face is black, and she stares at Uncle Jin with cold anger.

When he saw that it was good, he took Qiao Jinglian's shoulder with him and sat back on the sofa with a smile. ”Look, I'm still angry, man. I'll make a joke.”

Qiao Jinglian's face is green and black, black and red. After all, it's not like these dirty goods. So, Mr. Qiao's face is red after a hundred years.

Jinbochen wanted to laugh, but he held back.

The sofa is very long. Song Yulin and Cheng Jinnan also sit down one after another.

Another woman was holding a woman in her hand.

The woman held down her head, her long, wavy hair and waist covered her face.

But what she was wearing was bolder than the other three women.

Song Yulin and Cheng Jinnan both fixed their eyes on the woman.

There was a lot of interest.

Song Yulin looks at Cheng Jinnan.

When he saw the dark color in his eyes, he clearly smiled and hooked his fingers to the woman holding the woman.

The woman's eyes flash, still holding the woman in her hand forward. Before going to song Yulin, she pushes the woman in her hand into Cheng Jinnan's arms.

As soon as the woman's body fell into her arms, Cheng Jinnan was burned.

Cheng Jinnan flashed a smile at the bottom of his eyes. He put his arms around the woman lightly. If there was any approaching, he said, ”if this is your way, then I like it very much.”

“……” A woman makes a low whine like a wounded beast from her throat, clasps the finger of a man's shoulder, and is more powerful.

For the first time, Cheng Jinnan reached out his hand and patted the woman's head. His voice was soft. ”OK, look up and let me see your face.”

Cheng Jinnan's gentle voice made Jin Boshen and song Yulin turn their eyes.

Qiao Jinglian looks at Cheng Jinnan coldly, but even the remaining light falls on the woman in his arms.

Cheng Jinnan holds the woman's face in her arms, but her face is like a ghost.

Qiao Jinglian's eyebrows all wrinkled.

For a long time, Cheng Jinnan took a breath suddenly, his eyes were still wide because of the extreme zheng'e.

Licking his lower lip, he said in horror, ”God, I'm not a ghost, am I?”

“……” Qiao Jinglian locks her eyebrows deeper.

And the woman who originally pushed her into Cheng Jinnan's arms turned pale, holding her breath and looking at Cheng Jinnan.

Don't you They know each other?

”Lian, Lian, come here, you God, my heart... ” Cheng Jinnan closed his eyes and gasped for a huge blow.