One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

Nalan Xin'er thought this way, and gradually calmed down.

She calmly removed the hand that the masked man placed on her waist, and took the fruit plate to the man: "Guest, eat some fruit!"

The man smiled evilly: "It's really a little chick who hasn't taught the rules. How can I call a guest. I want to call it Opa."

Dad...

puff. Nalan Xin'er almost didn't vomit.

Let her call this disgusting man Opa, let her be disgusting.

She pretended to be silly and laughed twice: "Yes, you are right, I toast you!"

Hmm, I'm still fighting for a bar, anyway, she has a golden finger Big Ben and is not drunk in a thousand cups.

The two drank a few cups, and the masked man realized that she was not drunk, and aroused a stronger interest: "Little chick, you have a future."

"Yeah, thanks for the praise, I will work hard." Nalan Xiner pretended to be like a fish.

At this time, the people on the table finally finished fighting, and Nalan Xin'er's ears were also tortured by the groaning and popping movements of these people, and they could finally stop temporarily for a while.

A man wrapped a bath towel around his waist and walked over to the masked man: "Your Majesty, let's play the next game together! Your favorite, buddy knows."

The masked man nodded: "Well, pick a few tight ones."

"That's natural. Your Majesty is here, you guys will naturally have to choose a good one and wait, Huh? Why didn't the other Highnesses come tonight?"

The exposed nose of the man in the mask wrinkled.

The other party is very good at his words, knowing that he is upset, so he quickly turned the topic off: "Come on, Your Highness, have a drink!"

Nalan Xin'er raised her ears and listened carefully.

Hearing the words "His Royal Highness", the doubts in my heart grew thicker.

Could it be that this masked man is really the majesty?

Otherwise, normal people, who would call your Highness?

Empire is not the kind of country with kings and princes, and there is no such title as "His Royal Highness" in the country.

"Xiaojuan, you are ready, maybe the opportunity is coming soon! You must be careful. Once it is confirmed that it is the leading Highness, I can do it..."

Xiaojuan hurriedly responded: "Okay, Xiner!"

One person and one ghost prepared nervously, just waiting for the next game to start.

These people rested for a while, and sure enough, a group of new girls came in outside the door, one by one, blindfolded and undressed.

The masked man laughed, approaching Nalan Xin'er and said: "Little chick, see clearly, how to play this game."

Just listen to the host holding the microphone and command:

"Our game is called'Russia' ~ Turntable."

"Girls stand around the table! Hold the edge of the table with your hands, head in and out, pouting..."

"Men, please stand behind the girls, aiming at one each..."

"Yes, yes, the posture is correct!"

"Next, listen to my music!"

"As soon as the music is played, you will start! As soon as the music stops, your movement will stop! Then the girls turned two steps clockwise around the table and changed people!"

"Whoever sticks to the end will win."

"If you fail halfway, you lose."

"Old rules, pay the bill if you lose. Tip the girls!"

After listening to the host's explanation, Nalan Xiner really stayed again.

Nima, as expected, has no discipline and no lower limit, constantly refreshing her cognition.

What is the emptiness of these rich people's lives? How can they be so arrogant = extravagance = letting go = turmoil? !

How many people in this world can’t get enough to eat or wear warmth, yet these people treat money as dung, and treat men and women as a crowd gathering game!

In indignation, the masked man's low smile came in his ears: "Come on, play together."