the castration plan

Chapter 79 A Cherry Fan Sukou

The liquor bottle fell to the floor, and Bemuir vomited violently and returned from the toilet to drink again.

The two of them were so drunk that they didn't know what night it was.

Under the catalysis of alcohol, they all miraculously retained some bottom-line rationality. For example, when Jiang Weihe called him "wife", Baymuir would only reply "son".

"Xi Lu..." Jiang Wei fell on the carpet with his head on the ground, and pulled the Omega off the sofa to sink, "Baby Lulu, baby angel, little villain..."

"Fuck your mother." Bemuir fell into the water like a noodle, and gradually limp and fell down. "It's disgusting."

"You're divorced... from oh! You're divorced..." Jiang Weihe chirped like a magpie, stretched out his hand to take a few reshoots, and the ashes on the sofa were lifted up, "Very good! Well done!"

Jiang Weihe held a small part of his exposed, lonely and thin ankle, kissed him several times, and reached up to touch Omega's ring: "Ugly, I have a birthday next month, I will give you another one, fifty carats Graff pink, Winston blue as you choose...! My wife lives in a house with gold inlays, and a bed with diamonds..."

"Fuck you!" Bemuir raised his head and waved his palm a few times, only to feel that this thing is as disgusting and hard as a melon, and it is impossible to destroy it, "I will give him a football team! "

Jiang Weihe might have woken up a little from the excitement, turned his face around in a wicked way, and looked at him for a while.

Baymuir was not moved by Zhicheng's helplessness, he hiccupped and fell asleep.

"Wife... Hey wife... Hey wife..." Jiang Weihe pressed him down, kissing his face sounded like the sound effects added on the stage, his voice was childish, like a nursery rhyme for early childhood education, and his undried hair looked like the sun after the rain The accumulated water on the leaves was very hot and humid, and big drops fell on Omega's face, "My wife, touch it..."

Baymuir wiped his face vigorously, rubbing his nose red with his fingers, he led him to touch it, and subconsciously retracted: "What kind of donkey!"

That's a top compliment.

Through the clothes, Jiang Weihe slammed into his butt: "My wife, ride on..."

"You ride your father." With the strength of his hand, Bemuir could severely injure a boxer-level Alpha. He slowly got up, stood up and kicked over the chair, and stepped on Jiang Weihe's chest several times with both feet. "I fuck you."

In a trance, Jiang Weihe seemed to be a big lost mouse that got into the sack.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but startled, suspecting that he was talking to himself in some kind of illusion.

As a result, he felt like someone was gently massaging his back, and there was an unpleasant intimacy on his ass.

It was the Omega sitting on it, and the drawer of the coffee table was so tight that Baymuir broke his nails when he opened it.

When a cool and terrifying liquid was poured down, it seemed that a truck suddenly rushed out. His skull was broken and he died on the spot. Jiang Weihe suddenly woke up: "Fuck! What are you doing!"

After so much effort until today, Baymuir actually wanted to fuck him!

Baymuir is really too fierce, with bright green eyes hanging up like an actor, and a red mouth that is shockingly dark, rich and ostentatious.

Baymuir stripped his genitals and played with them, watching them quietly, as if he was cutting off the roots with scissors before arranging flowers: "Remember to eat but not to beat."

He didn't know where the pig's strength came from, his arms hung stiffly on both sides, and just sitting on the other's waist suppressed the burly Alpha, who couldn't get up, like a large dog wearing a bite stopper.

"It's not baby, wake up, don't come on, really..." Jiang Weihe stretched out his arms to wrap his shoulders around his shoulders, his cheekbones were burning hot, "I was wrong, I was wrong... No, no, no... "

Baymuir swept one leg across, bent his knee, and pressed his throat: "Say it again."

"I said I was wrong, baby, stop joking, sleep, sleep well..." Jiang Weihe was so anxious that his face was covered in shrimp red, and his hair was terrified, "Don't leave, don't divorce, I wish you a happy relationship for a hundred years, okay?"

"Yeah!" Bemuir's heart and body instantly warmed up. He closed his eyes full of lingering affection and nostalgia, and his lips curled up like petals, showing that kind of particularly pure and beautiful smile, making people believe that appearance can really heal Mind, "Thank you!"

Bemuir fell back limply as if the motor had run out of electricity, and stared at him like a child, his eyes were big and dull, as if his mind had been intoxicated by nectar and jade dew, rippling with spring light: "Okay Do you like big brother..."

"Brother..." He also twisted his body twice, like some kind of silly deer in the winter woods, with white tail raised when he jumped away, "Love you, love you, love you, love you..."

Jiang Weihe didn't recover for a long time, looked in the mirror and slapped himself twice to make sure it wasn't a dream.

Fuck, an Omega almost fell on an Alpha, what kind of magical world is this?

He gently shook Omega carefully, and after confirming that the other party was asleep, he picked him up and planned to send him back to the bedroom.

But Baymuir was like a cat with its nails embedded in the wool, pawing at the sofa and refusing to leave.

Jiang Weihe paused for a while, took his hand to his arm, and let him gently wrap his waist around his waist, with his head buried deeply in front of his chest, a series of small movements were steady and panicked.

He felt that this kind of behavior was dangerous and risky, but with the belief of boldly embracing for the last time, he got close for a while without regret or regret.

Omega's wet eyes, his golden soft hair, his enamel doll-like skin made of marble, holding his sniffing enlarged nose, his voice ringing in his ears, from his intoxicating and delicious creamy issued from the lips.

Jiang Weihe even thought of his declaration of firm love for others just now, and was really so angry that his heart ached and he was sour.

Jiang Weihe can only be sure that he has plunged into it carelessly, and what's even more weird is that he is not only fascinated by youth and beauty, or any combination of the most seductive means of seduction, but also full of love.

It was so strange that he just found this world-famous courtesan clean, even holy, reclusively lonely, with the silence of a humiliated prisoner.

They curled up on the sofa and slept all night, not like a couple, but like two helpless older children hugging each other.