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Night arrival at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport. It's raining in Mao Mao, and the whole city is wet.

A group of seven people walked out of Hongqiao Airport, all dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, four men and three women. In front of them was a young man in his late teens, on the left was a young woman in her mid-twenties holding his arm, and on the right was a young man in his early twenties, tall, handsome and ambitious.

A shirt as white as snow, a smart and dignified black suit, clean and bright black leather shoes, long hair covering half a handsome and delicate face, thin lips showing a touch of perseverance, slightly raised corners of the mouth as if showing an evil smile, hands in his pockets playing with this small and exquisite silver pistol-this is the costume of a young man walking in the front and middle, which shows that his identity is extraordinary.

The man holding his arm is a gorgeous man dressed in black. His arrogant temperament and amazing face are definitely the focus of any man's attention. Slender eyebrows provoke a coquettish look, and black and white eyes reveal a calm look. Yao's nose is straight, his lips are rosy and his face is like a peach blossom. The dress made of black pearl fabric sets off her white and delicate skin, with exquisite figure, proud chest, slender waist and upturned hips, which is round and sexy. Black pearl mesh stockings make her slender and round legs reveal attractive sensibility. It's high-heeled boots, black high-heeled boots, and the incongruous clothes are extremely suitable for her. The delicate hands are still shining with rose-red light, which is the color of manicure. A silver diamond necklace around her neck brightened her slender white neck a lot, and her long black hair fluctuated gently in the breeze. Such a woman is so arrogant that any man despises her eyes, but she is just a foil to the teenager.

Yes, it is a foil, but it is by no means a vase. If you think she is a vase, you are all wet.

That kind of beautiful eyes should be a jade hand caressing a man's body, which can kill you in an instant.

The king's wind of teenagers can definitely make any beautiful woman lose her luster, but it can also make any beautiful woman look like glad you came.

Walking on the right side of the teenager, his eyes are cold, his face is sharp and angular, and he exudes a biting spirit, like a wolf ready to eat people at any time.

The three of them were followed by four people, two men and two women. The men are all dressed in suits and ties, which are very decent. They wear sunglasses on their noses, but the women wear fitted black windbreakers. Under the windbreaker are white jade legs and black boots, which look sexy and attractive, but also very aggressive. Both men and women are very young, but in their early twenties, both women are dazzling beauties, but they are far from the elegant elf-like women next to teenagers.

A group of seven people walked out of the airport, and a wisp of moist cool wind came to my face, dressed in elegant clothes, with long hair fluttering and charming.

The breeze was light and cool. The boy gently grabbed the shoulder of the woman next to him and said softly, "Is it cold?"

The woman was as elegant as an elf, smiled gently and said, "I never knew it was cold around you."

The boy smiled and stopped talking.

At this time, three black Mercedes-Benz cars stopped on the steps in front of the airport, and a handsome young man with the same suit and tie got out of the first car. He held up a black umbrella and ran up the steps quickly. The young man took a step with the stunning beauty. The young man quickly put an umbrella on their heads, and thin raindrops fell on him.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Subsequently, three Mercedes-Benz cars stopped in front of Shangri-La Hotel, Fucheng Road, Shanghai.

At the gate of Shangri-La Hotel, there are many young people in suits and ties. One of them stood in front with a straight face. After the car stopped, he quickly held up a black umbrella to open the back door of the first Mercedes. This ordinary-looking young man got off the Mercedes-Benz with the delicate hands of elegant elves, and then walked into Shangri-La Hotel with the smile of quiet young people.

In a spacious room, an exquisite waiter in red cheongsam and high-heeled shredded pork brought wine. After pushing a cup for a change and laughing, the teenager finally walked into the reserved presidential suite with a three-point drunken hug, facing this elegant elf-like beauty.

In the luxurious and comfortable presidential suite, Qingyan Jiaren gently undresses for teenagers and then takes a bath and massage.

The delicate jade hand gently slides and rubs on the young man's strong body full of scars, so that the young man who closes his eyes and enjoys it can't help but see a leisurely and evil smile.

Coming out of the bathroom, the young man lay naked and covered in scars on the comfortable and soft white fur sofa, then looked at the beautiful jade man and pointed to a magnificent and purple part of himself and smiled.

People's faces become red and dizzy. She smiled apologetically and said, "Today is my holiday, so I can only use my mouth."

The boy smiled and nodded, noncommittally, just picked up the remote control on the sofa and turned on the TV.

The charming and beautiful Qingyan Jade Man gracefully walked up to the teenager, squatted down in a hot and attractive sexy posture, and gently served the teenager with her tender and smooth mouth.

Young corners of the mouth that evil smile reveals incomparable satisfaction and relief, at the same time, with the right hand gently stroked the soft long hair of Yan Qingyu, amorous looking at this meticulous Qing Yan woman who served herself. ...

While stroking the soft hair of Qingyanyu, the teenager smiled and asked softly, "Does Sister Zi feel wronged?"

"No, not at all." The young woman called "Purple Sister" stopped oral work, then raised her red and delicate face and looked at that angular and extremely familiar face with her bright eyes that could see through autumn water. Those strange and deep eyes firmly said, "It is a lifelong honor for Purple Sister to be with Donghan, and she will only feel more proud and proud if she can play for Donghan."

The boy smiled and lowered his head, gently kissed his sister's forehead and said, "Thank you, Sister Zi."

Yan Qingyu smiled sweetly, lowered her head and sucked the object that should have made her excited again, and gently moved. ...

Yes, this is Wang Donghan, the dark king who unified the two provinces. The beautiful Jade Man is the coach who entered the secret base of Dragon Soul-Four Sisters. The gentle and considerate side of Simeizi is only seen by Wang Donghan in this world.

It was raining in Mao Mao outside the window. Wang Donghan stood in front of the French window, looking at the bright night scene outside the window, lost in thought.

He reached out and touched the jade card around his neck. It looks like jade, but it's not jade. It is as transparent as crystal. Crystal jade cards are vivid images of angels. Wang Donghan murmured, "I have got the news of Yao Halo. It has already appeared in Shanghai. Don't worry! I will put it safely in my pocket. "

Mei Zi silently took off her clothes, then glanced at Wang Donghan, who was standing there thinking, and went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Sister Four had finished taking a bath, wiped her wet hair with a white towel and came to the window with a smile.

Outside the window, the rain and fog are hazy, the lights are bright and the school is bustling. Ximeizi came behind Wang Donghan, and he didn't move. She hugged Wang Donghan's strong waist gently from behind and said softly, "Donghan, we have worked hard all the way. Shall we go to bed early first? " Sometimes things will be discussed in the morning, ok? "

Wang Donghan raised his mouth slightly, then gently caressed Smids's greasy skin and said, "Well, Donghan will do whatever Sister Zi says." Sometimes he is dignified, like a king in the world, but in front of the woman he loves, he is often like an obedient child.

Wang Donghan drew the curtains, and then pulled Simei's slender waist to the spacious, soft, clean and comfortable bed. Although the Fourth Sister is the most special day for a woman, she is wearing underwear, but Wang Donghan still won't let her read alone. He is loyal to his brother and gentle and considerate to his own woman.

When they went to bed, Wang Donghan reached out and turned off the bedside lamp. The room was plunged into darkness in an instant, and only the sound of rustling could be heard. I don't know what the man and woman are doing.

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