Chapter 94 (Three)

After glanced at the fat man who was quickly in a "coma", An Lei gently brought him to the door with a funny look.

This is the most luxurious ward in the Army General Hospital. The whole room is decorated in old-fashioned palace style. Outside the fat man's room is a long corridor. The corridor walls are covered with dark brown wooden wall skirts and creamy yellow wallpapers.

Every few meters in the long corridor, there is a bronze palace wall lamp. There are dozens of oil painting portraits hanging between the wall lamps. These people wearing Chuckner's uniform, with firm expressions and bright eyes are all Chuckner's most famous generals. Their achievements are already a legend in Chuckner.

Walking through this quiet corridor and through these portraits is like walking through the history of this country. It is them who led the army of this country on the battlefield at different times in different Chuckner's history, creating the myth of Chuckner's inconquering. It is already a supreme honor for the fat man to be admitted to this ward.

After two dustproof automatic doors made of imitation wood, the spacious and luxurious reception room appeared in front of An Lei.

Although he was mentally prepared enough for the people in the living room, An Lei still felt a little restrained when he saw the crowd of Chuckner and the Allied seniors in the room and was stared at by everyone's eyes.

When everyone in the living room saw An Lei walking out of the ward, she felt her eyes lit up.

The girl in front of her had long wavy hair, her fair skin, her soft cashmere sweater and tight tumble skirt fully demonstrated her graceful figure. She was beautiful, but without any arrogance. She exuded a kind of tenderness and silence that came from her bones. Just stand quietly, it was always difficult for people to look away from her.

"Little bastard, you have good luck in love." The old marshal Li Cunxin drank a sip of wine and exclaimed. His eyes turned, but he found that Margaret looked at him in a bad way.

If An Lei is a white magnolia, the Margaret in front of her is a charming tulip. When thinking of the pure female researcher, Li Cunxin couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that what I'm saying is wrong. His luck in love is more than just good. If I were in my forties or fifty years younger, I would fight him hard now."

Margaret's face turned slightly red, she spat at Li Cunxin, turned around and walked towards An Lei.

Almost at the same time, everyone looked away.

Chatting, drinking, and even the War God Hastings was focused on watching the TV in the living room. However, if you look closely, you will find that these big men were all erecting their ears like children.

"Can I go in?" Margaret walked to An Lei. Her clear and charming green eyes were like a lazy cat, carrying the mystery that had been inherited from ancient times.

"Of course," An Lei gently stroked the long hair in her ear, smiled slightly, and turned sideways and moved open the door.

"If you have time, I want to ask you to go shopping together." Margaret said, holding Anlei's hand.

"Okay." An Lei agreed gently.

The two girls smiled and held hands, and then separated. Margaret raised her slender hands lightly, her five fingers were gently closed like a kitten's paws, and made a goodbye gesture, turned around and walked into the automatic dustproof door, while An Lei shyly nodded and smiled slightly at the audience, and walked out of the ward door.

In the living room, a group of old men looked at each other.

Li Cunxin drank the wine in his glass in one sip and exclaimed.

"damn it!"

Pushing open the door gently, Margaret looked at the fat man lying on the bed in the ward.

The inner room ward does not have the complex decoration as much as the outer room. On the contrary, it is extremely simple and modern.

The white walls are wrapped with a layer of soft synthetic leather. On the same white ceiling, the light of the shadowless electronic lights penetrates the ceiling and gently sprinkles the room.

The surrounding intelligent monitoring system quietly displays graphics and data. On the wide and soft alloy bed, the fat man lies quietly and breathes evenly.

"Are you still awake?" Margaret took off her high heels at the door, and her jade feet wearing stockings gently tiptoed, and walked to the bed lightly.

The fat man's ears stood up.

"Your people say you've been in a coma," Margaret said softly, while sitting by the bed. The soft mattress sank slightly. The fat man felt a pair of soft hands gently massage back and forth on his arms. Margaret said quietly, "But I know, you've actually woken up long ago."

Fuck, the fat man closed his eyes, but I didn't wake up.

"If you want this, I can't do anything." Margaret's voice was a little resentful, but the fat man suddenly realized that the hand that was originally kneading and massaged back and forth on his arms moved to his legs, pressing it while moving along the inner side of his thigh to the base of his thigh.

"I really don't know what to use to wake you up," Margaret's voice was soft, revealing a hint of the lazy and cuteness of a little woman. "I'm really embarrassed."

The fat man's body trembled and his teeth clenched.

The room was silent, and after a moment, Margaret looked at a tent raised on the thin quilt and chuckled.

The fat man closed his eyes and his old face continued to push the corpse with red face.

"Fatty, your brother is much more honest than you." Margaret's breath poured into the fat man's ears. There was a magic that was so captivating and itchy that made people feel itchy in the laughter of eating.

"Don't open your eyes." The fat man was so cruel that he closed his eyes too hard, and his eyelids were wrinkled together. He scolded his dick in his heart: "Damn it, he couldn't hold back his anger after harassing his thighs for a moment. He stood up and observed the enemy situation. He made me angry, beat one of five!"

After a long training, I saw my little brother still shook his head proudly, and for a moment I felt particularly frustrated. I quietly leaned down with one hand and pressed down the tent.

In the room, it became quiet again. Only Margaret's laughter was heard like a string of silver bells.

"Smile," the fat man was angry. Suddenly, he felt the quilt on his body being tilted. A warm and smooth body slid in silently.

The fat man opened his eyes in horror. Beside the pillow, there was a long sprinkling of light golden hair, as if it was as dreamy as the sun shining through the gauze window into the morning study room.

The long hair was as silk as Margaret slowly downwards, and finally tightly pressed against her chest, flowing smoothly across her cheeks and to her neck. It seemed like a still vortex.

The warm and soft limbs were tightly wrapped around the body like ribbons. On the side of the waist, the elastic jade breasts were like soap stained with water. With a gentle touch, the skin was thirsty and thirty to feel the roundness and smoothness of the balls.

The arm placed next to it was pulled up and covered with a smooth back.

The fat man turned his head, under the white shadowless lamp, beside the soft bed, several warm clothes were scattered. The owner of the clothes curled up in his arms, like a kitten that makes people feel pity.

"Fatty," Margaret hugged the fat man tightly and murmured, "Why did you pounce on me? Do you know that you almost died!"

The fat man was stunned and suddenly remembered his face when he was pounced on Margaret like a beast, preparing to take advantage of his life. He was ashamed for a moment and wanted to find a crack in the ground... If he had known that he would not die, he would not be so beastly. Now that he was teased and ridiculed by the person involved in such a considerate tone, he is so affectionate!

Unable to see the embarrassment on the fat man's face, Margaret's face gently rubbed the fat man's chest, and said quietly, "I'm so moved that I'm so full of joy. What's the benefit to you?"

move?!

The fat man rolled his eyes and thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what the little witch was moved by eating tofu. Could it be that his hungry tiger was not ruthless enough to eat at that time?

Unexpectedly, Margaret suddenly raised her head. The fat man had no time to close his eyes, so he could only look at her foolishly.

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

"I just met An Lei at the door. She was very beautiful, so beautiful that it was jealous." After looking at each other for a long time, Margaret said quietly, "Will you marry her, right?"

The fat man looked at Margaret's eyes and suddenly found a thin layer of mist rising from these green eyes.

A hint of apologies surged in his heart, and the fat man nodded with difficulty.

"Okay, I lost." Margaret's chin was gently placed on the fat man's chest. "Before I came here, I figured it out. Marry a chicken and a dog, and you have to knock on your grandfather's quarrel. At worst, I'll knock it for you. If you want to win, I will lose to you first... In this way, you don't have to make things difficult. Yours are yours, and mine is yours."

"Forget the countless deals we had before," Margaret put her face on the fat man's chest and hugged him tightly. "Aren't you used to making raw rice mature? Now, you have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

The sunny blonde hair was drooping. Margaret's face was shy and provocative. The fat man suddenly felt that Margaret's naked body became hot at some point.

"However, how much you can win depends on your ability."

Margaret straightened her waist, and the thin white quilt slid under her slender waist.

She looked at the fat man's eyes with charming eyes, spread her legs apart, gently stretched down her boneless hand, holding the hot spot. Her round and white buttocks were slightly raised, and she suddenly sat down gently.

The long hair flew away and the starry eyes were blurred. Margaret bit her lips in pain, and a long and moving moan rolled out of her throat, and she said in a low voice: "...This is...a war."
Chapter completed!