The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The people of the Qing family are not weak.

The same is true of Tong Yan.

Tong Yan is trained by Qing Yafeng when he is playing a small variety. The intensity is naturally not small.

She was embarrassed, Shi Yanyang was not prepared for a while, the beach chair was also narrow, and she was stunned by her "squatting" from the chair.

Around, dead.

The people who came tonight were all a few family members.

Qing Muchen, Shi Luo a group.

Schroe probably didn't know the rude side of Tong Yan. He rubbed his face and couldn't bear to look at the scene here. It seemed that he could see it.

Qing Muchen’s lips have been faintly laughing, and there is no point to teach the innocent embarrassment.

The princess of the Qing family, no matter who is married in the future, Qing Muchen is still more willing to see the talented person is the party that suffers.

He is notoriously private, big and big, and he is the biggest man.

Shi Yanyang was not returned to God after being half-day by Tong Yan.

Under the beach chair is marble, cold, the body does not hurt much, but it is so much seen by so many people around, too much to lose the dignity of men!

Looking sharply in the direction of Tong Yan, Shi Yanyang hated her, "Give me down!"

Tong Yan probably realized that her behavior had hurt his face, and her attitude was very correct.

The beach chair was so tall, he let it down, she immediately shrank down from the chair.

"I will help you!" He reached out to the ground and she pulled the corner of her mouth.

Shi Yanyang stared at her fiercely and ignored her words.

"Can't you get up? Is the floor lying comfortable?" Tong Yan smiled and stretched his hand closer to him.

Shi Yanyang just looked at her with cold eyes, still ignoring.

"Don't I go?" Tong Yan climbed from the ground and wanted to leave without any trouble. The hand was not fully recovered. The fingertips were suddenly caught by Shi Yangyang.

Tong Yan gave a slight glimpse and stared at him and looked at him. "What?"

Shi Yanyang's hand held her, her eyes glanced coolly on the back of her hand, walked in front of her, and took her to the villa's lounge. "You come with me!"

His face was very heavy, and it was so cold that it was frosty, and the tone was completely imperative.

Tong Yan stunned, lost for a few seconds, his head hangs, stuffed his head and slowly followed him.

She didn't even make any struggles, and she didn't have a bit of a slap in the face.

Qing Muchen is still watching.

Originally, she saw her earlier, and she was quite pleased with the strength of her family.

However, seeing her behind the soft clothes, all the expressions on the face of Qing Muchen suddenly settled.

Really no good!

Qing Muchen was speechless to her, and her eyes were all contemptuous.

The face of Tong Yan’s eyes drifted to him, and he smiled at him. He wanted to say something. Shi Yanyang took her and dragged her into a nearby lounge.

"I just reminded you!" Tong Yan looked up and glanced at him, reminding.

"Remind what?" Shi Yanyang pushed her to the wall with one hand, his face was stinking.

“Is it painful?” Tong Yan blamed part of his stinky face on his own strength.

She didn't really know that she had just tried hard, and she couldn't estimate his pain. She made a very rough movement.

Staring at him and glanced down, her drooping hand groped directly to his hip/part.