Country Love: My stepmother, Yang Xiaoyan, told me to tone it down.

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A car horn sounded from behind.

It's Xu Hui.

I stayed in the county town last night and prepared to return to Xiangyashan early this morning.

From a great distance, you can see a person riding a bicycle or walking in the middle of the road, looking somewhat dazed.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Song Qinglian.

She mourned the rising sun.

The lake is unevenly distributed in the west.

"Qinglian, are you alright?"

Xu Hui asked.

"It's alright, you can go now!"

Song Qinglian hurriedly replied.

Ever since I saw Xu Hui and Liu Ying doing *that* in the office yesterday...

Song Qinglian instinctively resisted Xu Hui.

"Are you really alright?"

Xu Hui was about to leave.

She rides her bike unsteadily, like she's on drugs; she could easily get into an accident.

"Qinglian, I'll take you to Ivory Mountain."

"Need not!"

She's still clear-headed, just a little confused.

Xu Hui found it strange that she was so stubborn.

The first 3.2 days were quite kind to me.

I felt like I was on steroids today.

"Qinglian, don't act like a child."

Xu Hui told her to get off and put the electric scooter in the car.

To my surprise, the seats of the electric scooters were covered with poems.

There was also a familiar scent.

"what's going on?"

Xu Hui was puzzled.

People are rational, so why is she out of control?

He told her to sit in the back seat and drove towards Ivory Mountain.

It took five or six minutes to walk.

I spotted Song Xiaofeng standing by the roadside, not wearing his security guard uniform, but dressed in a flashy outfit, as if he was waiting for someone.

His eyes were filled with anxiety.

whoosh...

Xu Hui was too lazy to stop the car and just accelerated.

At this moment.

Xu Hui glanced in the rearview mirror and nearly dropped his jaw.

Song Qinglian had no thoughts left, if only she were in the back seat of the carriage.

Photo by Song Xiaofeng.

Chapter 269 The Story of the Cornfield 3

Xu Hui was certain that Song Qinglian had definitely been poisoned.

There's a high probability that they ate something they shouldn't have.

Or, someone might have drugged you.

"Qinglian, wake up!"

Xu Hui stopped the car.

Find Yifu and cover her with it.

"Mr. Xu, I..."

Song Qinglian's eyes were unfocused, her hands and feet trembling, and she seemed to want to lean on Xu Huishen.

"What to do?"

Xu Hui hadn't expected this.

There are no side roads nearby, only main roads.

Moreover, the crowd makes it very easy for others to spot you.

"Qinglian, have you eaten anything?"

Xu Hui asked.

I drank a glass of watermelon juice this morning.

"Who gave it to me?"

"My father."

Song Qinglian said weakly.

She was like a python, trying to coil around Xu Hui.

"Qinglian, wake up!"

Xu Hui patted her face.

Unexpectedly, she began to suck on Xu Hui's fingers.

"Qinglian, I'll take you to the hospital."

Xu Hui said anxiously.

But in my heart I was thinking that this might be an opportunity.

Song Fugui may have put something in the watermelon juice.

Xu Hui didn't know why it was released.

But now, I've managed to snag a bargain.

Xu Hui spotted a large cornfield by the roadside ahead.

An idea came to me.

Take this opportunity to get closer to Song Qinglian.

It's much better than a gradual increase in feelings.

Xu Hui helped her put on her clothes and then got off the car.

The two arrived at the cornfield.

"Mr. Xu, I'm suffering so much, can you help me?"

Song Qinglian's eyes were alluring and seductive.

"Qinglian, I'm not that kind of person!"

Xu Hui feigned arrogance.

Hunting, however, was done by mail in her Shenyang.

"Qinglian, I'm helping you, not harming you. Can you understand me?"

"Mr. Xu, stop talking and hurry up!"

Song Qinglian muttered.

The two men were fighting in the cornfield.

From the air, this vast cornfield stretches out, with a few corn stalks swaying back and forth.

Despite the desolate surroundings, Song Qinglian made no attempt to conceal her voice, which was as loud as a rainbow.

Inspiring and enlightening.

Xu Hui was afraid of being overheard.

Two hours later.

Those few corn stalks, each taller than a person, finally stopped growing in Yaodong.

Song Qinglian embraced Xu Hui, enjoying the pleasure of the high orgasm.


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