Some people doubt that Zhang Yuan can really feel the sniper rifle pointed at his head in the distance? In fact, people’s feelings are very keen. It’s just that you can’t maximize your intuition without training. It’s like you’re walking in front and a car is following closely behind you. Even if the car doesn’t make a sound at all, you still Soon you will feel a sense of oppression, of course, if you are thinking about it, it's another matter.
The little woman Han Ying didn't think about it, so she quickly felt the pressure behind her back and the burning gaze, stopped, turned and looked back.
The leaves were reflected on the shiny Audi glass, and she couldn't see the people inside. She squinted her eyes and looked back. This expression looked a bit lazy. The afternoon sun hit her face, her mature and attractive face, with light eyebrows. Fucked, his lips pursed slightly, adding another piece of playfulness.
Zhang Yuan suddenly realized that he seemed to have no resistance to tempting mature women, so he was ready to move.
When Zhang Yuan parked the car in front of her, Han Ying recognized Zhang Yuan and smiled faintly. The beauty was in full bloom in the sun.
"Sister Han Ying, do you remember my name?" Zhang Yuan opened the window on the side of the cab and joked.
Han Ying was not hypocritical, she opened the door of the passenger's cab directly, uninvited, and giggled and said, "Why don't you remember, brother Zhang Yuan who bought women's underwear." It seems that this woman was impressed by him, Han Ying Asked again: "Are you here to see my sister today?"
It seems that she feels pretty good about herself. Zhang Yuan shook her head and said, "No, I happen to be living here with a friend. I was familiar with you just now, but I didn't expect to know each other. It seems we are destined."
"Oh, huh, huh?" Han Ying smiled brighter, and then she swept her eyes out of the car window again and said, "Don't stop on the road, there are many acquaintances."
Zhang Yuan was stunned. When someone he knew met and talked about what he was afraid of, how could it be like an affair, but if he really stole the affair with this hot sister twice, it would seem good.
Zhang Yuan was thinking about where to drive the car, so he heard Han Ying say again: "Go to my house, just ask you to do me a favor, just the one in front."
Zhang Yuan started thinking about it, why would he help? Could it be... Hehe, that's cool. Although Zhang Yuan is probably unlikely, but this mature woman is so amorous, maybe, my peach blossom sect master can't meet peach blossom luck? Maybe she will be in her big sex with this hot sister soon...
He felt excited somewhere, touched the useless sleeve in his trouser pocket, and replied, "Okay", turning the steering wheel and driving in the direction facing Han Ying's white fingers.
I don’t know if it’s really so predestined. Han Ying’s home is located in Building 53, which is also 403. The location is opposite to the house with the account name Chen Hui. You can see the front balcony from the back balcony when you stand there.
"Sister Han Ying, it's a coincidence. My friend's house lives in Building 403, 54 right across from your house." Zhang Yuan locked the car door and followed Han Ying up the stairs.
What Zhang Yuan dangling in front of his eyes are two beautiful white legs with pink flowers. What is even more eye-catching is the little toes in her transparent sandals, each of them is tilted up round and brushed with bright red nails. Oil, I just feel a little impatient.
Ever since I tasted the goodness of women from Fan Jiaojiao in the gossip maze, Zhang Yuan’s needs have become stronger and stronger, but during this period of time and Fan Jiaojiao have been close and distant, I can’t try Yuyun again, so I want to solve it. The needs in that area are getting stronger, and for charming mature women, they are somewhat unable to hold on to themselves.
"Oh? Hehe, it's such a coincidence, right across the street, is it your girlfriend who bought underwear last time?" Han Ying walked fast, probably afraid of meeting acquaintances on the road.
"No, a friend, I haven't stayed here yet." Zhang Yuan replied, his eyes raised a little bit, and he saw the short nightdress bouncing up and down with every step of Han Ying, and the skirt was turned every time. Just fly, you can see a little more white meat, Zhang Yuan is looking forward to seeing the show pants with the plump part inside.
As soon as the 4th floor arrived in the blink of an eye, Han Ying walked in a hurry, her face was flushed, and the faint gasp made people think.
"Come, come in." Han Ying opened the door.
Around Zhang Yuan, they found that this is the same house as there, and the size of the apartment is the same, but here is not empty, but neatly arranged. It seems that the conditions are not too bad, of course, it is not compared with Zhang Yuan’s house. His family is incomparable to anyone.
"I'll show you a tour first." Han Ying didn't seem to be anxious when he got home, which made Zhang Yuan very depressed, and suppressed his impulse to follow Han Ying.
"This is the kitchen, this is the bedroom, this is the study..."
What's even more depressing is that Han Ying didn't take him into the bedroom, but just pushed open the whole text novel to read.
The door was closed, but the large wedding photo at the head of the bed still surprised Zhang Yuan. Why is Han Ying's man so familiar
"Come on, come here." Han Ying walked into the study and shouted outside.
Yuan walked over and said to himself, don't be nervous, everyone is familiar.
Yingyi stretched out his hand.
Zhang Yuan looked at it. This is a small bedroom, but instead of a bed, it was changed into a study room. There is a computer desk in the room and a row of small sofas on the other side. Maybe she likes to do it on the sofa.
"What to drink? Juice? Tea?"
Zhang Yuan was sitting on the sofa, watching the two snow-white legs that could not be covered by the short skirt walking around, feeling the flame in his heart burning, "Well, whatever."
"Then drink juice, it's pretty hot today."
Han Ying twisted her charming waist and walked out of the room, fetched a glass of ice juice, and put it back in front of Zhang Yuan. The moment she lowered her head, Zhang Yuan saw two plump Sydney pears hanging inside from her open neckline.
Han Ying put down the water glass and wanted to sit down on the sofa next to him. But before sitting down, he found that there were some crumbs of snacks on the sofa, so he turned around and leaned down to pat the sofa.
But when she leaned down, the round and plump powder was naturally puffed up, and when she was getting close, Han Ying's action was like sending her big, round butt directly in front of Zhang Yuan.
The short skirt that wasn’t long before could no longer block Zhang Yuan’s sight. She was wearing a pair of thin flesh-colored pantyhose. The pantyhose wrapped the mature and attractive circle and a pair of white show pants. The edges of the seams are clearly visible.
In the light, the thin silk pantyhose reflects a soft white light that makes people spit blood, and in the pantyhose, the intersection of the two legs,...
"Hey! Brat, what are you looking at?" Han Ying still bowed his head, and the eyes of the two met between Han Ying's splayed legs.
She originally took the initiative, and Zhang Yuan wouldn't be ashamed of being caught in a peek. He smiled and said, "Sister Han Ying, I'm thinking if you wear that pair of split pants."
"Little pervert." Han Ying stood up, blushing and said, "How can you wear those pants."
"Then you told me to send you off?"
"It's making you play, really."
"No, you said you want to wear it to me."
Han Ying chuckled and sat down, "You just bought it, and I can only show it to you on the outside of my jeans."
"Just wear it to me?" Zhang Yuan said frustratedly.
"Of course, who are you as your elder sister? Wearing those trousers for you to see? Isn't that for you to see?" Han Ying blushed, although it is not a simple little place, but she has not known someone for a long time. The little brother is still a little embarrassed to talk about this.
"Wearing those kinds of pants is for men." Zhang Yuan smiled and moved slowly over there.
"That can't be shown to you." Han Ying threw a look of amorous glances. Maybe she didn't want to talk about this shameful topic again, or she found Zhang Yuan quietly approaching, and Han Ying stood up again, "Actually, I want to ask if you can fix your computer."
"Huh?" Zhang Yuan was extremely depressed, and Tao Huayun turned into a computer repairer, disappointed: "You said that asking me for help is to repair the computer?"
"Yes, I play mahjong on the Internet every day. I can't enter the system when I open a webpage today. I think you boys know this better." Han Ying asked with a naughty wink after he finished speaking, "Do you think What is it to help?"
It turned out that she didn't mean that. Thinking about it, she didn't say that. Of course Zhang Yuan couldn't tell what he was thinking. He stood up and said, "Then fix it."
Zhang Yuan would be depressed, forgetting that the bottom was still standing. When he stood up, the man's characteristics were so obvious that Han Ying saw the variation there.
"Brother smelly, what do you think about you?" Han Ying blushed and couldn't help taking a sip.
Zhang Yuan bowed his head, smiled embarrassedly, arranging it with his hands to make it no longer visible, and explained: "The quality of the pants is not good. Once I sit down and stand up, I will bulge."
"I don't know if it's true or not." Han Ying murmured quietly, and walked to the computer with her head down.
Zhang Yuan hurried to catch up, leaning into her ear and said: "Of course it is true, or sister touch it."
Han Ying's ears became red in an instant, "Boy, don't say this to my sister, my sister can't stand it."
"I can't stand what will happen to my sister." Zhang Yuan couldn't restrain his lips, gently stroked her bright red earlobes, and smelled the fragrant woman on her body.
"Hurry up and fix it!" Han Ying became angry, pulling Zhang Yuan's arm and pressing him on the computer chair.
"The strength is quite strong." Zhang Yuan had no choice but to start the computer, and after a check, he couldn't get into the wind. It is estimated that the system was poisoned and crashed. After another check, he can enter the d toolbox and restore the backup. "Easy, redo the system." Right."
Han Ying ran to fetch Zhang Yuan’s tea cup, and then stood quietly behind watching him operate. After a while, she stuck to Zhang Yuan’s back and asked, "Will it take a long time?"
"Fifteen minutes." Zhang Yuan felt the two soft balls squeezed on his shoulders, swelling softly, and her loose hair that she didn't get on her face was rubbing on her face, Zhang Yuan only felt in his heart. Itchy.
"Oh, all right."
Han Ying was about to retract her body when she finished speaking. Zhang Yuan felt her intention and quickly pointed to the screen, "Here..." Han Ying posted it again and looked at the screen, but the system was automatically reinstalling, and there was nothing special. Zhang Yuan had no choice but to reinstall. Now he said: "Here, there is a mosquito here."