the castration plan

Chapter 13 Mandarin Duck Embroidered Spring Shirt is Good

The beckoning cat in the entrance rolled to the ground, Jiang Weihe kicked the door, pushing Bemuir against the wall.

The potion was bitten through, and a large piece of white smoke like an avalanche fragment floated out.

And the smooth shadow of the moonlight crawled past them, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Jiang Weihe threw him on the big bed, kissed the slender waist impatiently, his fingers enjoyed the plump rebound of his buttocks, and said with a smile: "Why do you still want to use things? Come on, brother let you see Can I do it?"

Baymuir's eyes surrounded by long eyelashes froze for a moment, and he pushed him, smiling angrily: "Don't be so bad, go take a bath."

Jiang Weihe said that he would go with him, but he was so frightened by his eyes that he could only slide off the bed resentfully.

Baymuir twisted the spare potion, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it carefully. The smell, color, and texture were all the same. Why did it fail?

The large python tattoo covering the entire back once again perfectly completes the intimidating task.Jiang Weihe's handsome face froze on the spot, and he was so frightened that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. Fortunately, he turned off the lights spiritually and regained his glory.

"I'm not feeling well." Baymuir restrained the hands that were acting out of his body, sat up and said seriously, "Forget about it today."

"Are you kidding me?" Now that the arrow is on the string, Jiang Weihe's face turned cold, "Are you playing with me? Little thing, I'll give you a face, right? This will play tricks."

Baymuir would not be patient with those who failed to hunt. He just wanted to make them lose interest quickly and avoid long nights and dreams. A little sloppy.

"What's the matter, in the end." Jiang Weihe's attitude softened a little.

Because it suddenly occurred to him that Baimuer was not a mere plaything at all.This "little thing" is the perfume director of LVBR, and he is holding the contract renewal of his global spokesperson next year.

He had no choice but to take the next best thing, holding Bemuir's hand and scratching down, the meaning was very clear, and Bemuir said that his hand was dislocated.To touch his chin, Baymuir said my mouth is full of shark teeth, try ventriloquist?

Jiang Weihe smiled and broke his mouth, saying: "That's so cute, baby, open your mouth and let my brother see your little canine teeth."

Beimuir kicked him twice, his eyes were so watery that they were too moist, which made Jiang Weihe feel affection again.

In the past, Baymuir was like a dummy with knowledge and interest, perfect as a trap tailored for every man.Even if a comet hits the earth, it is impossible for him to say a wrong word with his honey-soaked mouth, but today it seems to have returned to the factory for a new core.

Jiang Weihe found it unbelievable, but Baymuir, who had a little worldly vigor, also made him feel very fresh.The green eyes full of stellar factors that originally lived in the heavenly court of the starry sky gave people a more vivid and straightforward impression, turning into a mortal thing like a small piece of toy fluorescent lamp, how amiable and pleasant.

Jiang Weihe lowered his posture: "Dear baby, you have brought me to your house. This is a big step into the house, and you don't leave people with a full meal. What kind of hospitality is this?"

"Learn the idioms well." Bemuir stared at him with teasing eyes, and the corners of his brows and eyes were extremely hard to please. "A foreigner is less educated than me, and the threshold of the entertainment industry is now lower than that of a star." Pants are too low."

Jiang Weihe was not annoyed at all, instead he was amused to laugh out loud, showing off his power, rubbing and hitting Bemuir's leg hard, and said in a thoughtful manner: "Okay, you are beautiful and you are justified. If you are in a bad mood, then Another day, let’s call two pleasant sounds today to add to the fun, I’ll figure it out myself, that’s fine.”

Baymuir didn't show any face at all, and Guangspeed jumped off the bed.

The big star has never been so neglected by anyone before, unwillingly chased him away, and chased him into the bathroom.

Baymuir dyes his hair.

After bleaching, Jiang Weihe discovered that his natural original hair color was not the tea brown that had always been shown to others, but creamy platinum.

Like a decaying white camellia, the brown side is the remains of the fire.

Jiang Weihe couldn't understand why he was so reckless, and took the black dye away: "Why is this, this color is so beautiful, I am so fascinated, even an Alpha wants to mark you on the street."

Baymuir glared at him. "Shut up, that's a fucking disgusting word."

"With such a beautiful mouth, who did you learn to swear from?" Jiang Weihe gave in, dumbfounded, "Which word is disgusting? Mark? Okay, baby, then you mark me, beg Omega to hurry up and fuck Alpha."

Baymuir still felt that the make-up removal was not clean enough, and he was scrubbing vigorously with soap.Seeing his extremely precious face abused so much, Jiang Weihe leaned against the door frame and asked, "Are you really scared by that movie, are you mentally ill?"

"Then you acted? I said why it's so bad." Bemuir said in amazement without facial expression, "The sound effects of horror movies can't even scare people, how bad it is."

"Just trying to make me angry, right?" Jiang Weihe was stunned for a moment, then smiled angrily, walked over to hug him and bit his shoulder, smelling the fragrance of the fragrant oil tree was wonderful, "The script is really bad, I can't stop it I have a lot of money. I'm just a layman, and I just like fairies like you."

Bemuir snorted: "How much money did you earn, and hand it over?"

"Hand it up, pay it now, I'm all yours, incense one, my life is yours, who will spend it if I don't give you money?" Jiang Weihe lit a cigarette to feed him, and smiled muffledly, " Let me quote a price, how much can I hand in homework to Teacher Chao?"

Bemuir let out a "hiss" in pain, and pulled his head buried in his chest up: "You have no mother since you were a child? Have you ever drank milk?"

"You can't do it, can't you?" Bemuir suddenly forced his opponent's hands behind his back, and easily pressed him on the sink. He kicked his calf hard, and the overwhelming force forced his knees to bend. "There is a kind of Don't turn off the light, come on and fuck me later."

Five minutes later, Shen He arrived at the news.

As soon as he entered the door, he took a heavy slap, his skull was crooked, and blood was seen at the corner of his mouth, like old faded paint.

He slid on the wall and knelt down, raised his head with a loyal dog-like expression, some kind of electric current flowed mournfully in the air, releasing the breath of decay and freshness.

The projection of the moonlight became more and more calm, so quiet that no signs could be seen, just like a person who has lost consciousness and gradually stopped breathing.

"Is it fun?" Baymuir said at last.

The dewy spider web-like blood vessels under Bemuir's neck are slightly glowing, and his face is a silk painting that is frozen in the ice and snow, and the eyelashes with heavy thickness and slender texture are even more charming.

He grabbed Shen He's hair and slammed it hard against the wall. The Lansdale stone ring cruelly cut through the main artery of the neck quietly: "Blue Blood No. [-], I don't recommend letting you scrap it again."