Chapter 2793: Hey, sick, male, don't make bad 15 (complement)

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He didn't know that if his leg was not attacking, it would look like ordinary people.

But in fact, I can't bear much gravity at all, let alone pick up a little girl of more than 100 kilograms.

The assistant pen bodyguards looked at each other, but in the end they swallowed the advice of the exporter.

Now I can only shorten their home BOSS as much as possible, so that it is a waste of time.

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No. 666 trotting followed by Mu Junyi, who was holding his own master, and looked at his tightly stretched forehead, and his tail was very proud of shaking.

Let's do it!

You will do it to death!

This time your daughter-in-law is bullying yourself, waiting for you to recover your memory and pick up your hand.

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Assistants and bodyguards guarded their own BOSS all the way, for fear that his legs and feet were unfavorable, holding the girl who fell.

I finally got into the car, I wanted to relax, but I saw that their BOSS was so addicted, and even put the little **** the lap.

If you don't know the order of Mu Junxi personally, I watched the little girl's knees be crushed.

They may be convinced that this little girl is their future president's wife.

After all, the relationship between the old lady and BOSS is not intimate to this extent.

The car had just entered a villa, and the old housekeeper led the servant and immediately rushed to open the door for Mu Junyi.

I haven't seen the situation inside the car, and I was shocked by the rich **** smell.

"Young master!" The old housekeeper was shocked and exclaimed, and saw Mu Junyu sinking his face and got out of the car.

Although he also has blood stains on his body, it does not seem to belong to him.

The old butler subconsciously went to see the assistant who got off the bus, but found that his young master had turned to the car and turned into the car. When he came out, he was already holding a comatose girl in his arms.

The little girl's thighs and feet were soaked by blood, but his young master did not seem to see it at all.

"Young master, this lady still let Ahong hold it! Your legs..." The housekeeper said with great concern.

However, Mu Junxi seems to have heard nothing at all, and the movements under his feet have accelerated.

If you don't look carefully, no one will find that his thin lips are now a straight line.

In fact, his legs are now a little bit faint, and if they continue to support, I am afraid that there is no way to stand up this week.

However, he has always had a habit of not going halfway.

Since I had to take the initiative to hold the glass, I naturally took her to the room.

As for your own legs...

Then wait for her to wake up and take care of her.

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Because Mu Junxi’s body is not good, family doctors have always lived in villas.

So he just put the glass of glaze on the bed, and the servant walked in with the family doctor.

Under the glass of glaze, she wore a bohemian dress. The doctor’s finger just touched the skirt and wanted to pick it up. Mu Junxi saw a sigh of anger. .

"Stop!" He bit his teeth, his fierce low voice.

It also had a bit of an urgent taste, as if I was afraid that I would slow down, and the family doctor would pick up the skirt of Luo Liyan.