Chapter 689

Tong Ma led her into the hotel. All the staff on duty in the hotel gathered together in groups to whisper. When they came in, a manager said, "Tong, Tong Ma... Is this Miss Gu?"

"Yes." Tong Ma nodded.

Is she Miss Gu Xiaoai, whom Mr. Li has said for more than a hundred times?

That's the end of the egg!

The manager wiped his sweat nervously with his handkerchief. "That, that's not necessary... Mr. Li and Mr. Li are busy..."

"What are you busy with? You're busy drinking." Tong Ma is an old man who follows Li Jue Feng. She doesn't pay attention to these managers at all. She takes Gu Xiaoai's hand and goes to the elevator.

The elevator goes directly to the 33rd floor. Tong Ma pulls Gu Xiaoai to the hotel room where she was imprisoned last time, followed by Angus and several people above the manager level.

The door of the room was open. Tong Ma pushed it heavily and the door opened.

"Ah..."

The managers behind them screamed. Gu Xiaoai was startled.

"What's your name?"

Gu Xiaoai looked back in amazement. Several managers giggled and tried to wipe the sweat on his face, "it's OK, it's OK."

“……”

Is it hot today?

Gu Xiaoai looks at Tong Ma strangely. Tong Ma pulls her inside.

"Well... Mr. Li... Help me to solve bra."

"Er... Er... Bra's wire hurts me..."

……

The groan of women's soul comes.

Gu Xiaoai's face turned white. She finally understood the behavior of several managers and what Li Jue Feng was doing.

Tong Ma realized that something was wrong, and it was too late to pull Gu Xiaoai away

On the five person corner leather sofa, the man presses the woman's thin body under him. His handsome face is slightly red, his eyes are closed, his lips swim on the woman's face, and his big palm pulls off the woman's Lace Skirt

Beautiful scenery.

Li Jiefeng

Gu Xiaoai stares at the scene

The woman groaned, gasped and breathed under him. A pair of bare jade arms hung around Li Jue Feng's neck, and her plump chest rubbed against his chest. "Mr. Li... Eh... Don't just kiss... Eh... I'm your man today, Er... "

……

The men and women on the sofa are kissing like no one else.

It seems that the most primitive physiological movement of human will be staged soon.