"My sister-in-law kicked it very lightly." Xing Ye walked lazily to Sheng Yilun with a little fierce in her arms. The slightly narrowed Danfeng eyes were full of provocation, "is it painful?"

Sheng Yilun gave him a white look, "just gloat."

"OK, I won't pretend with you. I'm really happy." Xing Ye spared no leeway in his banter. It was rare for a man to suffer like him. He was treated as a grandson by Li Beichen and a lame by Li Beichen's woman.

Take the skin of Yi Sheng Yi, and he is happy.

When xiaochengyi saw his godfather, he asked him to hold him.

Strong arms held the child. Sheng Yilun's handsome edges and corners faded the smell of wine and showed his former unruly. He raised his eyebrows and mocked, "at least I'm also the child's godfather. According to the seniority, should Xing Shao shout grandpa?"

The man took a smoke from the corner of his mouth: "..." yes, I don't study well, but I should learn from Li Beichen?

You're awesome!

Xing Yegang just ridiculed him. In the blink of an eye, Sheng Yilun slapped him, slapped his face and made a crisp noise. There was no place to spread a fire in his chest, "Hey, Sheng Yilun, are you happy to contradict me?"

He seemed thoughtful, glanced at Xing Ye's crotch, then glanced at his crotch, "it's up to you? No, I like women. "

A careless remark, Xing Ye's face was full of expressions, with consternation and shock. Finally, a word burst out: "... Shit!!"

Men who play with countless women all night are "shameless" by Sheng Yilun and can't say a word.

He almost vomited blood, pawn!

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One year old banquet, the lively atmosphere lasted until more than 10 p.m.

Sheng Yilun looked at the great man not far away, and the slim figure around him.

With a smile, he stayed deeply for a few more seconds, then waved his hand and left the capital of Huadu directly.

One day he has his own son. He must find out and fight with Li Beichen's son to see who is powerful.

Why do you want to win so much?

Maybe I don't want to let you go again.

The world is really unfair.

"Bang!" He had to throw himself into the back seat. Sheng Yilun felt drunk and had a headache.

A dignified fatigue came from all around. Xing Ye frowned and rubbed his temples, then glanced obliquely and fell on his side. "I said, you got on the wrong bus."

At this moment, Sheng Yilun was stunned.

His eyes sank hard at first, but soon he waved lazily, "I didn't bring the driver, young master Xing, you can send me back."

"Sheng Yilun, Sheng Yilun," he said, rubbing his temples with his fingers and soothing the discomfort caused by alcohol. He slowed down a little and smiled at the danger. "Do you know you're with a homeless man now?"

His heart was suddenly cold. He asked, "poor?"

"Quite pathetic."

"Oh, there's no fare."

Xing Ye: "

So justifiable? What a virtue!

Sheng Yilun looked at him: "no?"

He hissed coldly, and then a low voice sounded: "looking at the whole Shencheng, which man has been in my car?"

"All women? So many? " Sheng Yilun looked at him with a smile.

"Curious?"

"Yes." Sheng Yilun nodded, then slapped Xing Ye on the abdomen, "show me your egg. What kind it is."

“......”

Xing Ye's breathing is almost stopped, and this operation?!

Sheng Yilun: "you have ten abdominal muscles?"

Xing Ye asked, "why can't I have ten abdominal muscles?"

Sheng Yilun, who had six abdominal muscles, was speechless: "OK, I understand. Don't look. Eggs."

Xing Ye: "