NPC: I am the stepmother of the heroine / Wearing Books 201%: I Might Be Like Your Mom Boyfriend
NPC: I am the stepmother of the heroine
  • Just as I was about to take off that purple coat, it miraculously disappeared???
  • I lost?
  • Qiao Mu looked at the hand that suddenly appeared, and his expression gradually became ferocious, wow... You can even meet your ex-boyfriend when you buy clothes.
  • qiaomu
    qiaomu
    "Cough, since this younger brother likes it, I'll give it to you."
  • Qiao Mu coughed lightly, deliberately lowered his voice, and was about to go to the fitting room with a pile of clothes, but was blocked by the man.
  • huangminghao
    huangminghao
    "Brother, why do you look so much like my mother's daughter-in-law?"
  • Huang Minghao relied on the advantage of being half a head higher than the arbor to successfully block people in his arms, and by the way played a hooligan.
  • qiaomu
    qiaomu
    "I might look like your mother's boyfriend?"
  • Qiao Mu frowned, and asked in a puzzled voice after careful consideration.
  • Huang Minghao didn't make a fuss, and the corner of his mouth slowly evoked a wicked smile. He picked up Qiao Mu's chin, lowered his head to her ear and said:
  • huangminghao
    huangminghao
    "Baby, how long do you want to lie to me?"
  • qiaomu
    qiaomu
    "If possible, I hope it will be ten thousand years."
  • Touch the trees.
  • huangminghao
    huangminghao
    "Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
  • Huang Minghao took Qiao Mu into the fitting room with half support and half hug, and locked the door behind him. He pressed the person against the wall and kissed deeply.
  • The boy turned into a man, his kisses were green but aggressive, his goal was clear, and he caught her lilac uvula between her lips and teeth straight to the point.
  • The *y collision made Qiao Mu's delicate lips scratch the skin directly, and the blood increased the stimulation, and Huang Minghao was even more excited.
  • Qiao Mu was so weak from his kiss that his limbs were weak, and the original resistance turned into a half-push hook. The ambiguous atmosphere spread in the narrow fitting room.
  • Qiao Mu could only tiptoe to cooperate with Huang Minghao, and finally gradually lost her strength. She was separated by the man's legs and hugged. The slender calf clamped his waist, and the change in position forced Huang Minghao to temporarily let go of Qiao Mu's lips.
  • Qiao Mu's face was rosy and breathing the fresh air. She raised her jaw slightly and accepted Huang Minghao's fine kiss.
  • huangminghao
    huangminghao
    "Sister, are you comfortable?"
  • Every time Huang Minghao kissed, he left a tooth mark on it. Anyway, there was no intact skin in the exposed part of the neck.
  • qiaomu
    qiaomu
    "Bing..."
  • Qiao Mu whispered, with spring water in her starry eyes, as if she was about to drown Huang Minghao. I saw her shrink timidly, glanced at Huang Minghao cautiously, shook her head slowly and said:
  • qiaomu
    qiaomu
    "Quick, let me down."
  • huangminghao
    huangminghao
    "Sister must feel comfortable."
  • Huang Minghao pressed the girl against the wall, covered the back of her head with one hand, and strongly fought against her teeth, as if to make up for the benefits that he lacked for these years, or even more.
  • qiaomu
    qiaomu
    "Yingying..."
  • Qiao Mu occasionally vented with a sound or two, and hooked up all the desires of men who had nowhere to vent.
  • It's impossible to let her go, it's impossible...
  • Just when Qiao Mu was about to lose his mind, the system's prompt suddenly remembered:
  • tiankengxitong
    tiankengxitong
    [Two-year transitional compensation has arrived]
  • tiankengxitong
    tiankengxitong
    [Welfare + 2000 yuan]
  • tiankengxitong
    tiankengxitong
    [My income (yuan) - 9368 yuan]
  • Nine thousand! Grass! Qiao Mu woke up all of a sudden, and he could open the ending line and leave immediately, woohoo.
  • gongzishinian
    gongzishinian
    Count, count, count, you have to develop a good habit of counting, ah
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Wearing Books 201%: I Might Be Like Your Mom Boyfriend