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424. Yang Wei's Little Thoughts

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    Pan Mengjun broke out in a cold sweat, maybe if Xiao Rui hadn't helped her out just now, she would have been hypnotized by now.  .  .  But why was he so sleepy even though he was not hypnotized?  Am I drinking too much?  It was fine just now, but now the eyes feel it.  .  I can't see clearly.  .  Why is the table crooked.  .  I heard from them that they will lose their memory after being hypnotized.  .  Could it be this feeling.  .  .  .  ?

    Pan Mengjun thought about it, and fell asleep lying on the table.

    "Brother Rui, this pony has fallen asleep, you can go now!" said a person next to Pan Mengjun.

    "Is she drunk?" Xiao Rui asked.

    "I drugged her. I knew you wanted to fuck her, so I drugged her just now." The man said proudly.

    "Who tm told you to take the medicine?" Xiao Rui said angrily.

    "Uh no I mean"

    "I miss you so much, it's unnecessary!" Xiao Rui was smiling all over his face, but suddenly his face darkened, and everyone present dared not speak.

    Xiao Rui stood up, went to Pan Mengjun, hugged her waist, carried Pan Mengjun on his shoulders, and said as he walked, "I'll put Miss Pan in the room, and I'll be back in a while."

    Xiao Rui drank a lot and walked a little shaky. The person who gave the medicine hurried over and said, "Brother Rui, I'll help you."

    "Get out!" Xiao Rui cursed.  I thought that tmd would prescribe medicine and wanted to do something to Pan Mengjun, and then bb would pull him out and chop him up.

    Xiao Rui carried Pan Mengjun on his shoulders and walked into the inner room. Almost everyone present squinted their eyes. One was to see why the boss was so angry just now, and the other was because Xiao Rui carried Pan Mengjun on his shoulders because Pan Mengjun's skirt was very short today.  , being carried by Xiao Rui in this way, the short skirt was naturally pulled up. Not only was the slender waist slightly exposed at this time, but the lower edge of the short skirt could hardly cover the upturned buttocks, and the thin stockings had revealed dark colors.  The sock heel, even the crotch can be seen.

    Xiao Rui didn't care about other people's eyes, he just wanted to put Pan Mengjun on the bed to rest quickly.  Arriving at the third door of the corridor on the first floor, Xiao Rui pushed open the door and put Pan Mengjun on the bed, and helped Pan Mengjun cover the quilt, looking at Pan Mengjun's slightly raised cherry mouth, Xiao Rui really wanted to go up and kiss her  , but he didn't do that because Pan Mengjun was different from other women in his heart.

    Seeing Pan Mengjun's slender legs in flesh-colored stockings, Xiao Rui began to react again, but he tried his best to restrain his desire, because he knew that if he wanted to get Pan Mengjun, he had to capture her heart.  So Xiao Rui just helped Pan Mengjun take off the high heels on his feet, lightly stroked Pan Mengjun's fair toes, and sniffed Pan Mengjun's body odor vigorously.  In fact, even if Xiao Rui did something more extreme now, Pan Mengjun would never know, but Xiao Rui did not, he told himself: "I want to pursue Pan Mengjun openly!"

    Xiao Rui held up Pan Mengjun's stocking feet, as if afraid of breaking them, carefully put them into the bedding, calmed down, and waited for some parts of his body to return to normal before tidying up his clothes and going out the door.

    Xiao Rui returned to the wine table and continued drinking.

    When Xiao Rui carried Pan Mengjun in just now, a pair of eyes stared at them until Xiao Rui could no longer be seen. The owner of these eyes was Yang Wei.

    Yang Wei also attended this party on time, but Yang Wei didn't drink alcohol. Seeing that everyone else was drinking drunk, Yang Wei felt a little depressed. These stinky men around him and himself were not a hobby, and he didn't like drinking.  Dare to leave first, afraid that my colleagues would look down on me even more, so I ate melon seeds and watched the performance.

    Seeing Xiao Rui put Pan Mengjun in the room and came out, Yang Wei had a strange idea. He wanted to take the stockings on Pan Mengjun and wear them on himself, because the stockings wrapped Pan Mengjun's beautiful legs so beautifully.  So outstanding.

    The people around him all started talking because of drinking, chatting and bragging, but Yang Wei stood up quietly by himself and came to the door of the room where Pan Mengjun was resting.  Yang Wei pushed the door tentatively first, but the door was not locked, because Xiao Rui was used to being casual at home, and he didn't think anyone would dare to break into this room casually.

    But Yang Wei was an exception. He rarely had the opportunity to come to Xiao Rui's house, and he was usually called when he was out on errands.

    Entering the room, Yang Wei saw Pan Mengjun lying sideways on the bed, covered with the thin quilt that Xiao Rui gave her, but the toes of Pan Mengjun's flesh-colored stockings were exposed, which made Yang Wei feel very beautiful, and decided to take it  After taking off Pan Mengjun's stockings, she went back to put them on, and took a selfie with Pan Mengjun's current pose.

    Yang Wei took out his mobile phone and first took a picture of Pan Mengjun's sleeping posture so that he could imitate it when he went back.  After saving the photos, Yang Wei walked to the window, lifted the quilt, and touched Pan Mengjun's neck with both hands.At the end, she began to take off Pan Mengjun's stockings.  Although Pan Mengjun's transparent narrow lace^silk bottom^pants have been completely presented in front of Yang Wei, but Yang Wei is not interested in this, he just thinks that Pan Mengjun's stockings really adorn her beautiful legs so beautifully that there is nothing to say.

    Just as he pulled the flesh-colored stockings off Pan Mengjun's toes, Yang Wei suddenly heard movement outside, which frightened Yang Wei. If he was found taking off Pan Mengjun's stockings here, he might be caught  People misunderstand and die bt!  (Although he was originally) Yang Wei anxiously looked around for a hiding place, but his footsteps sounded very close, so he got his wits out of his wits, and Yang Wei got under the bed, gently pulling the bed sheet down to cover his body.

    The people outside came in and sneered when they saw Pan Mengjun throwing off the quilt and lying on the bed with bare legs.

    Yang Wei watched from under the window. This person was wearing a pair of worn-out shoes, which were not a symbol of high-level status, and the status of the person wearing these shoes was definitely not very high.  And this man walked up to Pan Mengjun and said in a low voice: "I really didn't expect to meet you here. I wanted to be with you a long time ago. I really have nowhere to look for it. It doesn't take much effort to get here."

    Yang Wei felt that this person was shameless, if he had the ability, he would definitely go out and beat him up, taking advantage of his danger, even a villain!  Thinking that Pan Mengjun's stockings have already been picked off by himself, that person only needs to pull down Pan Mengjun's transparent lace bottoms, and it will be fine.  .  .

    Because of his anger, Yang Wei couldn't help but punched his clenched fist hard on the ground, but he didn't expect that this punch would cause his head to ding on the window board due to the rebound force, and the ding's window board made a "boom".

    The man outside was startled, he quickly stood up and said, "Who!" He looked down at the window.

    Yang Wei hurriedly put the stockings in his pocket, and rolled out from the other side of the bed.

    "It's you!?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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