Nine out of ten men are colored, it has nothing to do with character, and nine out of ten women are silk, it has nothing to do with age.

On the afternoon before the return trip, there were no injuries and separations, only slender legs and only fatal waists.

In the elevator, Wang Fang, who had a bright red complexion, was in a very complicated mood.

Five minutes ago, Wang Fang said this on the phone.

"Mingming, send a Weibo post and post whatever you want."

"Don't ask. I'm still your sister-in-law. Just do it immediately."

Two minutes ago, Wang Ming said this on the phone.

"My sister-in-law, I was banned from Weibo. I didn't give any reason for Te Miao, and I didn't reply to contact the customer service. It's simply a weird thing."

"What? That little buff?"

"It's true or false, just a WeChat message, and my Weibo post was banned? Do you want it to be so awesome?"

"Damn it, who is this child? Such a big energy and so irritating, aren't you afraid of cheating your father?"

"Okay, I got it. I'm in Venetian. I'll call me if I have something to do."

Before entering the elevator, Lin Ning said so.

"If you don't want to have two more spectators, just let the bodyguard get out."

"If you don't want to cause trouble for your family, you're willing to accept the loss."

"bite.."

The crisp sound of the elevator interrupted Wang Fang's thoughts.

Wang Fang, who came back to her senses, must have made a decision and took the initiative to put her arms around the little man's arm.

"I don't know what your name is yet?"

On the way to the room, Wang Fang said softly.

"My surname is Zhao, and my family is the fourth, just call me Nicolas."

The standard London high-spirited look, Tong's wife's unrestrained look, Lin Ning, who was thinking without thinking, told the truth.

"My name is Wang Fang."

A monstrous background, handsome appearance, tall and strong figure.

Looking up at the handsome guy beside him, Wang Fang swallowed unconsciously. Thinking about it carefully, even if something happened, she didn't seem to lose.

"The flowers in the spring path are half blooming, and the green mountains are warm and full of warmth. Is this the fragrance? The fragrance of grass?"

It must be admitted that Chinese characters are indeed the most beautiful language in the world. Lin Ning, who has a smile on his lips, looks gentle and elegant.

"It's the fragrance of fragrant grass."

How could Wang Fang not hear the little man’s implication?

After a nice and charming look, Wang Fang suddenly said, "Who is Mr. Zhao?"

"I respect the most."

Lin Ning naturally heard about the famous Mr. Zhao. Thinking of the rapid development of Qin Province over the years, Lin Ning took a deep breath, "Without him, there would be no me now."

"Slipped," the little man was quite cautious. He said it as if he hadn't said it. Wang Fang, who had made up a lot of ideas, threw a charming look, stepped on his high heeled feet, and stopped outside the door of 803. "Here, are you sure you want to go in?"

"You will know if you try to slide or not, I'm sure."

There is no reason for a real man to retreat at the last minute. Thinking of the famous little nephew, Lin Ning nodded with a smile, and took Wang Fang's lips that were rubbing against the red lipstick.

"Well, listen to me," the stimulation caused by identity and age is unprecedented. Wang Fang, who held back the impulse in his heart and pressed his hand against his chest, said, "I'm 39, divorced."

"Not important," waved his hand casually, Lin Ning blew a prelude with his whistle, and walked away with music, "The huge room, the lonely bed, turned off the lights, they were all the same..."

It is undeniable that the little man's songs are really nice.

Wang Fang, who became less and less effective when she heard it, had already blushed and her face became even more red.

"Go and change your mind and give it to me. Remember to wear stockings and be flesh-colored."

After entering the room, Lin Ning spoke while not forgetting to pat Wang Fang's buttocks.

"You asked for a lot, I regret it."

Wang Fang, who bit her red lips lightly and her heartbeats quickly, was not aware of her words.

"Each person has his own joy and his own taste. There is no medicine for regret in this world."

He raised his hand to pull off the scarf that Wang Fang had snatched away. Lin Ning narrowed his eyes. In his memory, the tool box of the luxury suite seemed to be coming from the door cabinet.

A black semi-transparent shirt, underwear looming, a gray Haute Couture A-skirt, the hem of the skirt is just knee-length.

Meat-colored stockings, as thin as a cicada wing, black high heels, extremely thin heels,

After 10 minutes, Wang Fang, who returned to the living room again, was perhaps very intellectual.

"What are you doing?"

In the center of the living room, Wang Fang's sight, the little man who had just made his heart beat faster and his legs were weak, was doing needles with one hand and the other hand, focusing on needlework.

"May be a small gift, I promise, it's Hermes."

He raised his hand and ordered the Hermes scarf cut into thin strips on the coffee table. Lin Ning raised his eyebrows proudly and did it well, but it was from traditional virtues.

"Why did you suddenly think about doing handicrafts?"

I have never seen such a weird man as I have grown up.

Wang Fang, who had been distracted, shook her head helplessly and continued, "Do you need my help? I often did it when I was young..."

"I need it so much, come on, I'll teach you."

The tailoring technique is really useless. Before Wang Fang can finish speaking, Lin Ning said quickly.

"What do you want me to do?"

After sitting down gracefully, Wang Fang asked after taking the needle and thread.

"The specifications of this scarf are 1.4 by 1.4. I have cut 20 pieces, and you're responsible for connecting every five of them together."

After looking at the data calculated previously on the letter paper next to him again, Lin Ning replied.

"Link together? What are you doing?"

The little man is quite rigorous in doing things, just playing handicrafts, drawing pictures and equations.

Yu Guang swept over the letter paper beside him, and Wang Fang frowned and asked afterwards.

"As you are obedient, you will know later."

The cunning flashed in his eyes. After Lin Ning said that, he took the paper again, and a few strokes were the outline of a peony flower.

"Are you going to pinch flowers?"

Wang Fang is very skilled in tailoring and can also chat with one mind.

Lin Ning did not answer, but smiled and returned a look of praise, took his cell phone and recorded Wang Fang's work.

"Thanks for your hard work."

After 15 minutes, Lin Ning slowly stood up and said, smiling and walked forward.

With a gentle look, he cut a palm towards Wang Fang's neck.

“Hu, Hu…”

Maimai is thick and has a slight asthma.

The head raised high, the hair pulled, the smooth stockings, the tight pull,

Wang Fang, who slowly opened her eyes, was in her sight. The indescribable woman in the mirror was herself.

"Um, um. um."

After a while, Wang Fang, who was struggling and sweating all over, understood what it means to tie up and what it means to be trembling and frightened.

"hi, look here, call me husband and listen."

The suddenly sounded male voice came from Lin Ning, who was holding a golden mobile phone that was being photographed.

"Um..."

"Don't be excited, don't be nervous, don't make trouble."
Chapter completed!