"Chen Silly: Your wife is pregnant, and I am a twilight woman, so entangled with you, I will definitely never recover! Let go of me, I'll go!" He Ying broke free from Chen Silly's arms who were running forward, and said a little apologetically.

Chen Silly looked at He Ying's face full of shame, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Seriously, every time I hugged He Ying and Chen Silly, I could smell a strong old popularity, emanating from He Ying's body.

But the formal body odor that is different from that of a normal woman makes He Ying have more boundless vitality in Chen Du.

After all, they are husband and wife.

Although He Ying was also shared by other prostitutes, Chen Silly must be happy when it comes to spending money and effortlessly reversing the goods.

"I have to find Zhang Han quickly and pester him. I think that her wife will not live long, and I still want to wait for his wife to die, become his second room, want him to love me so much, send me aura, let me ascend from a Qinglou woman, a chicken dog, standing in the position of the cockscomb flower king, I must love him with my soul, entangle him, kill his wife, just like the Rufang who persecuted his wife, rely on my ......" Thinking of this, He Ying's eyes rolled and calculated again.

This twilight female teacher named He Ying, except for serving prostitutes and getting caught in the entanglement of husband and wife, she no longer has any intention to do anything else.

"Well, cute old boy, 48-year-old girl, you should also go to your other prostitutes, let's go!" Chen Silly stood there, spreading his hands, and then raised his finger to point at Zhang Han.

Zhang Han smiled sweetly!

Zhang Han and Chen Silly smiled knowingly, and transferred the twilight female teacher from the hands of this young man to the arms of that man.

He Ying's smile was like a dessert.

If it is said that taking the initiative to entangle Zhang Hai at the beginning was He Ying's first step in scheming, then so far, He Ying's entire set of plans is almost all in place, and it will soon be fully realized.

That is, He Ying not only relied on 28 prostitutes to maintain her soul, the White House, but also had to find a scapegoat to kill her for the matter between her legs.

Just like the elk she killed with a sword a few years ago.

However, it is said that the woman she persecuted and used this time was quite shrewd, she always stayed out of the situation, and she was wise enough to protect herself like a spirit child who was alert!

"Little girl Ho Ying, a 48-year-old girl, a young big ass, an old female donkey who is fed by 28 prostitutes, Comeon, comeon!" Zhang Han was so excited that he waved his hand, and He Ying ran over like a little girl and plunged into Zhang Hande's arms!

"Hey, Brother Zhang, Yingying is too good, there are too many men who like Yingying, and they can't be busy!" He Ying threw herself into Zhang Han's arms, her face full of hypocrisy. ……

In an empty cemetery, He Ying rushed from a certain place in a hurry, and when she saw a cemetery overgrown with grass and trees, she fell to her knees with a "pop!" sound.

"White House Grandma He Ying is here, White House Grandma He Ying is here, by seducing different men, and maintaining a young psychological age, the twilight female teacher He Ying is here!" Suddenly, there were different imps in the cemetery, and they clapped their hands and cheered, as if they had been waiting for He Ying for a long time.

"You ghost children, persecuting you will persecute you, can you think of the opposite?" He Ying was furious.

On the face of He Ying, who was full of anger, the original wrinkles were alive and fluttered among those frolicking ghosts!

"Oh, oh! He Ying turned out to be a corpse and a brain clone, and the bad woman He Ying got retribution, and she couldn't be all corpses!" Those little ghosts who beat different beats, wanton and noisy, it can be seen that their hatred for He Ying, a twilight female teacher, is not small.

"Ahh

If those little ghosts who mocked He Ying floated into He Ying's mouth like duckweed, and He Ying simply divided the whole dinner by dividing it by two.

After devouring those ghosts, He Ying felt quite happy and fulfilled in his heart

"Mother, the child's revenge has been avenged, and the innocent have been completely persecuted and used!" Speaking of this, He Ying, who was kneeling in front of the grave, stretched out her tongue that had just drunk blood and licked her bloodstained face.

"Ouch, my son---- I heard that your prose poem won a gold medal, and the trophy was presented by one of your prostitutes, Gong Ji, right?" Just as He Ying was feeling extremely satisfied with her vampire life, she heard the grave in front of her knees speak, and the voice of an elderly man came.

"Mother, spare your life! Your son He Ying drank human blood, but he had no choice but to do it!" He Ying, the girl in the Qinglou, pounced, nodded her forehead to the ground, like an old hen pecking at millet, and burst into tears.

The green building has been built high, and now, your son He Ying has just run out of the arms of a young man who is thirteen years younger than me...... "He Ying chattered endlessly, and began to deceive her old lady who had fallen into the ground.

"Daughter, Qinglou is Qinglou, Qinglou girl is also a person, my son, please up, you make Qinglou so prosperous, but you are a husband and wife for your mother?"

"Smack! How can your mother educate her children, no wonder she is 48 years old, she only has the ability to seduce prostitutes, but she has no kindness? Hmph!" The mother and daughter stared, and the shopkeeper of the He family felt that his daughter was sneaky and nervous all day long, and he really couldn't stand it, so he ran out of the house, didn't think about their mother and daughter, and actually did these unsightly things!

Yang Guo palmed his hand, and the old man walked away one by one......

Hearing the flower's anxious question, the snail panicked, and its slender tentacles shook slightly.

Then the small body stepped back.

With the agility of the little snail's tentacles, the flowers and trees in the whole wilderness were also slightly stunned!

"I haven't seen you for a few years, where did the little snail secretly cultivate?" Hua'er looked at the little snail, its cute and wet shell house, and its limbs, along the surface of its feet, slowly moving forward a set of bodies, and wondered in her heart.

If the slender tentacles of the little snail moved slightly just now, unconsciously driving the entire wilderness, then the next scene and the answer are all self-evident......

I saw it "Boom!" and shook its two weak tentacles into two shovels, and then it lifted it upwards with all its might, and the two shovels merged into one, and shoveled decisively towards the drop of dew.

And the huge leaves that are as unpredictable as magic are raised at once, and the dew that lies dormant on the tip of the blade of grass rises at once.

The little snail suddenly changed its slow body, lifted its little body into the air, and firmly attached the drop of dew to the tentacle shovel with a lightning speed.