Eight Hundred and Seventieth Chapters Rich Imagination

Yan Mingshun took a deep breath, clenched his brows forcefully, and said dumbly, "Don't move your brows..."

Grinding little goblin, I really owe her a lifetime!

It's better to go to the training base, otherwise, the little goblin will become more and more annoying, and he is really afraid that one day he will not be able to suppress it. !

Meimei's buttocks touched the hard pillar, and she was so scared that she froze and didn't dare to move. She buried her face in Yan Mingshun's arms, but the shape of the pillar was sketching in her mind.

This is no way, it is the instinct of people who learn to paint. When an artist sees something, his first reaction must be to think about how to draw it. When he feels something, he must also imagine it in his mind. the specific shape of the thing.

At this moment, Mei Mei was thinking that, of course she had seen the man's thing, not Mei Shuhan's, she and Mei Shuhan were not that close, the only time they were blind, and they didn't see anything.

In the picture album, during the Renaissance period in the West, it was especially popular to paint nude pictures, whether it was a man or a woman, they were all naked or naked.

There are also some statues, the male root will be specially carved, very majestic and powerful, she can see a lot!

Meimei quietly imagined the pillar that hit her butt just now, and it felt very big... Her face turned red again, but her mind couldn't help but continue to fantasize... Is it as sexy as David's?

Or as charming as Brother Ming Shun's Adam's apple?

The more she thought about it, the more shy she became, and the more she thought about it, the more explicit she became. She despised herself and forced herself not to think about it anymore. It was wrong to think this way, how could she YY Mingshun brother in her mind!

It shouldn't be!

But——this brain doesn't listen to her commands!

Meimei tried her best to imagine a bunch of tomatoes scrambled with eggs, but the problem was that her brain automatically turned tomatoes into carrots, and then automatically turned into...

blah blah blah...

Meimei shook her head vigorously, trying to drive the image out of her mind, shaking it like a drum, but Yan Mingshun, who finally calmed down, looked amused, and held her head tightly.

"What are you doing? Crazy?" Yan Mingshun joked.

"You're cramping, I'm hot, please put me down, don't sit on your legs!"

Meimei rolled her eyes and jumped down from Yan Mingshun's legs with a humming.

Yan Mingshun only felt that his arms were empty, and his heart was also empty, and he didn't want to bring the girl back.

Holding a delicate girl is a kind of torture for him, but it is also a sweet torture, painful and happy!

"Drink water when it's hot, ah, open your mouth..."

Yan Mingshun spoke softly, opened his mouth obediently, and poured in the cool tea, but it dissipated some heat, and he still had half a cup left to drink, and he was too hot!

"good!"

Yan Mingshun didn't love the obedient Meimei so much, she flicked her nose and slapped the eyebrows in dissatisfaction. After Qiuhou settled the account, "Where have you been these days? I'm so worried!"

"It's me who's wrong, but I didn't expect it to take so long, don't be angry, I'll tell you good news..."

Yan Mingshun coaxed the girl in a good voice, and whispered his harvest in her ear.

Meimei was taken aback, "You worshiped Heliance's father as a foster father? Does it mean that you and the pervert are brothers?"

Yan Mingshun nodded with a smile, his brows became anxious, and he grabbed his ear and shouted, "Are you stupid? Don't you know that the pervert is not dealing with me? You are still hanging out with him!"