[Double Cleansing + Extreme Pulling] [Abstinence-Based Dark Living King of Hell × Full-Level Tea Art Delicate Little Chef]
The master of state banquets at the highest level is transformed into cannon fodder of an era and is a real daughter, but at the beginning he will be sold to an old bachelor by his vampire parents?
Wen Chuxue sneered, kicked up the scum overnight, and entered the state-owned machinery factory with her god-level cooking skills!
As a result, he accidentally made the director of the cold noodle factory, the most untouchable person in the whole factory, greedy.
The whole factory knows that Hua Wen Chuxue, the new canteen factory worker, is a delicate and pitiful little girl.
Being harassed by gangsters and wearing small shoes by her supervisor, her eyes were always red and she was moaning.
Behind your back? She used a powerful croton in her backhand and combined it with precise laxatives, which made the top performers cry for their parents and kneel down to beg for mercy!
In order to survive in the 1980s, Wen Chuxue targeted the factory director Yan Hansheng.
It is rumored that this living king of hell, who was exiled from the Beijing circle, is ruthless and denies his relatives.
Wen Chuxue was possessed by the drama queen and crazily approached her to hug her thigh with her secret stomach-nourishing medicated meal.
Yan Hansheng's eyes were extremely defensive: "The details are very smooth, he must be an agent sent by his political opponents!"
But when he turned around, the man's body was extremely honest and he fucked three big bowls in a row.
He thought she was playing hard to get, but in fact she only wanted his iron rice bowl.
Until a night of heavy rain and power outage.
The aloof and cold-faced man pressed her against the generator set, his rough fingers dangerously stroking her red lips, his voice hoarse as he asked: "Wen Chuxue, you are using me as your umbrella, and then you want to run away after using me?"
Wen Chuxue was so frightened that she trembled: "Yan, Director Yan, don't you have Bai Yueguang..."
Yan Hansheng laughed angrily, and leaned forward to cover her lips fiercely: "Isn't my white moonlight always in my arms?"
