I know Ah, although I was not present, I can definitely imagine that kind of grand occasion. I am proud of you, my dear.Li Xu laughed with the phone receiver.
Brother Xuan is so disgusting. Xiaozhen complained without hesitation over there. This translator sounds like goosebumps.
Don't like Ah?Then I will change my tone... Li Xu cleared his throat and was about to speak again.
Xiaozhen had to interrupt quickly and said: Forget it, Brother Xuan, I am pretty good in Japan now.
Really?Li Xu didn't force himself either.
Of course, I told them before that they were a little uncomfortable with the food, so they immediately arranged for the chefs in Hong Kong.Xiaozhen said happily.
Well, after all, it was ordered by Edward Lee or Kujo Yoshiki. How could Japan not do its best?
But it would be great if there was something left with me.Xiaozhen suddenly said again.
What is it?Li Xu raised his eyebrows.
It's a big and thick cock!Xiaozhen said crisply, I really want to eat my dick!
At the end, she deliberately used an aria and simulated a murmur of swallowing, which made people feel itchy.
Xiaozhen Ah Xiaozhen, how pure and cute you were at the beginning, how come you have become so lewd and vulgar now?Li Xu said with heartache.
There is no way. There is a bad guy who started to train me when I was very young and didn’t understand anything. He instilled a lot of obscene thoughts in me, and turned me into a little slut, Xiaozhen pinched his voice and said, Brother Xuan, are you talking about this bad guy?
Of course not, Li Xu said with a chuckle, if he hadn't turned you into a little slut, I wouldn't be able to enjoy your wonderful body.
Then you just disliked me for being lewd and vulgar?Xiaozhen was immediately angry.
I didn't dislike Ah, I was just sighing.Li Xu said quibblingly.
Brother Xuan is necrotic!Xiaozhen shouted angrily, then hung up the phone.
Li Xu laughed, then took a sudden breath and began to thrust it one after another. It lasted for about ten seconds before he let out a long and comfortable breath.
After several seconds, the girl kneeling in front of him shook her throat and swallowed the last drop of semen, and then spit out the softened cock.
Even so, a trace of it still overflowed along the corner of her mouth, causing her to wipe it with her fingers in a hurry.
Li Xu didn't say anything. After she finished doing it, she raised her chin again. The girl with a face that looked sixty-six-six-six-faced look unconscious.
Old... Master, Xiaoqing... What does she want to say.
Xiaoqing is coming back later today. She is going to meet her real teacher, and she also has to find a way to impress the other person with the sound of her cello. Li Xu interrupted, so, before she comes back, I need your body to relieve fatigue. Do you understand, Xu Ye?
Yes... Master... Xu Qing's sister Xu Ye replied in a low voice, then turned around, raised her butt and pulled down her underwear, finally spread her hip leopards to reveal the tender vagina that had already oozed out of a trace of vaginal fluid. Please use it.
Li Xu whistled, raised his dick and inserted it into Xu Ye's meat pot, then patted her round butt, then closed her eyes and began to enjoy it.
The Xu family may have guessed the reason why Xu Qing and Big Loli asked her sister to go over on the phone, but in the end they sent Xu Ye over. Some things need not be said more, and someone sent the tomcats from two squadrons of China.
So Li Xu took it for granted, but the ex-wife was given the quota of Xu Qing. Xu Ye was just Xu Qing's assistant, so he naturally had to be more ruthless in training. Although it was not as good as a toilet like Chen Chong and Wu Junmei, it was also the same as Changqing and Zhang Qing.
The only problem is that if this happens, Xu Qing has to be matched with a personal maid. After all, Xu Ye is her own sister, and it is a bit inappropriate as a maid. She should be her agent and assistant.
Thinking of this, Li Xu's heart moved slightly. While enjoying Xu Ye's tight vagina squeezing, he observed Xu Qing by engraving and printing. The drama he had planned for a long time was about to be staged.
Ms. Dupree, look, is the weather very good today?In the garden of the big mansion, the little nurse pushed the wheelchair forward while smiling at the woman in the wheelchair.
You should know that the weather in the UK has always been gloomy, and it often rains every now and then, even in summer, so British people often have to bring an umbrella when going out.
But not only does the sun come out today, but the temperature is particularly comfortable, so the young nurse pushed the patient out to the garden to walk and relax.
However, the woman in the wheelchair did not answer. Although she moved the corners of her mouth, she said nothing. Although her eyes were turning around, there was no focal length, and it seemed that she was always trembling slightly.
More importantly, there was no vitality in his eyes, a haggard expression, and his brown hair turned yellow, just like an old man who was about to walk, not like a forty-year-old woman at all.
In fact, if it weren't for the people who often saw Jacqueline Dupree in the past ten years, they would definitely be shocked by her current appearance. At that time, such a vibrant girl who relied on her talent to reverse all living beings had become a candle in the wind and would disappear at any time.
Jacqueline has actually lost hope for her. At this point, she feels that if she died accidentally, she should be much happier than she is now, especially when her husband Barron Boim began to stop appearing in front of her.
Although everyone was hiding it from her, how could she not guess that Boim had a new love outside long ago?Even if they are not divorced.
Even in an ordinary family, if your wife suffers from multiple sclerosis, she becomes a waste who needs help when sitting and lying down, which will cause countless conflicts, let alone Boim, a romantic music lover?
Jacqueline was sad and angry, but to no avail. She dedicated herself to music and cello, and when she could no longer play the cello, she had nothing.
Now she is no longer the cello elf she used to be, but she is just a waste waiting to die.
Thinking of this, the music of the cello suddenly rang in her ears. Although multiple sclerosis caused her toss and turns from time to time, she often tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. However, the sound of the cello still came to her ears, causing her already dead heartstrings to splash a ripple again.
Because that was the notes of the "Elga Cello Concerto". Although there was only the melody of the cello and no other instruments were used to cooperate, as her famous song, no matter how long she had been away from the music, she could still tell it out at the first time.
Jacqueline closed her eyes and shook her head gently, wanting this notes to be driven out of her head. No matter who made it to comfort herself, she didn't need it.
However, she soon began to discover the difference between this notes, which seemed to be... She was too familiar with the technique of playing the "Elga Cello Concerto" and could not have been misheard. Someone recorded it and specially played it for herself?
No, no!
Jacqueline immediately denied this idea, not to mention when the last time she played the Elga Cello Concerto on her cello alone, and how bulky the recording equipment was, and the tone didn't look like it was in the player.
More importantly, she clearly heard a hint of youthfulness and a slight effort to imitate her techniques, but she did not do it well, and had a little of her own unformed style.
Jacqueline couldn't help but look up at the little nurse and tried to look at the little nurse with her eyes. The little nurse obviously knew something and immediately smiled: Please wait, Ms. Dupree.
Then he pushed her towards the woods, and after a few meters, he turned around and saw a little girl sitting in the pavilion playing the cello intently, while a white old man listened carefully standing next to her.
Despite being tortured by multiple sclerosis, Jacqueline could tell that the old man was one of her former teachers, Johnson Stewart, a professor at the Royal Conservatory of Music.
John?She screamed in a hoarse voice.
Stewart immediately paused the girl, then walked over a few steps, and asked gently: How is it, Jackie?
Not dead yet... Jacqueline forced a smile. Stewart was not only one of her teachers, but also one of the few friends who could persist in coming to take care of her from time to time.
Don't say stupid things, you can live for many years.Stewart's tone was still so gentle.
I can't do anything...I've tried a lot...but... Jacqueline's smile became a little bitter.
So what about being a teacher?The old white man asked very seriously.
teacher?Jacqueline was puzzled.
Do you know how old that little girl is?Stewart pointed to the little girl sitting obediently in the pavilion.
Thirteen years old?Fourteen years old?It seems to be... Asian?Jacqueline tried hard to open her eyes, and her vision had declined a bit in recent years.
Chinese, sixteen years old.Stewart replied, and immediately asked: Do you know how long she has been practicing cello?
Jacqueline didn't say anything, just looked at him and waited for him to give an answer.
Less than a year.The old white man finally became a little excited.
This is impossible!Jacqueline shouted in surprise.
What a joke, even a talented cello player cannot play the notes of the Elga Cello Concerto without mistakes in less than a year of learning the piano, and use her techniques.
What's more, truly talented performers often make their mark when they are eleven or twelve years old. Menuine can play "Spanish Symphony" at the age of 7. Perlman became famous for "The Wild Bee Flying" at the age of 13, and Jacqueline herself won the award when she was 11 years old.
A man from mainland China, who only started to come into contact with cello at the age of 15, and was able to play the "Elga Cello Concerto" in less than a year, which is completely contrary to common sense!
Brother Xuan is so disgusting. Xiaozhen complained without hesitation over there. This translator sounds like goosebumps.
Don't like Ah?Then I will change my tone... Li Xu cleared his throat and was about to speak again.
Xiaozhen had to interrupt quickly and said: Forget it, Brother Xuan, I am pretty good in Japan now.
Really?Li Xu didn't force himself either.
Of course, I told them before that they were a little uncomfortable with the food, so they immediately arranged for the chefs in Hong Kong.Xiaozhen said happily.
Well, after all, it was ordered by Edward Lee or Kujo Yoshiki. How could Japan not do its best?
But it would be great if there was something left with me.Xiaozhen suddenly said again.
What is it?Li Xu raised his eyebrows.
It's a big and thick cock!Xiaozhen said crisply, I really want to eat my dick!
At the end, she deliberately used an aria and simulated a murmur of swallowing, which made people feel itchy.
Xiaozhen Ah Xiaozhen, how pure and cute you were at the beginning, how come you have become so lewd and vulgar now?Li Xu said with heartache.
There is no way. There is a bad guy who started to train me when I was very young and didn’t understand anything. He instilled a lot of obscene thoughts in me, and turned me into a little slut, Xiaozhen pinched his voice and said, Brother Xuan, are you talking about this bad guy?
Of course not, Li Xu said with a chuckle, if he hadn't turned you into a little slut, I wouldn't be able to enjoy your wonderful body.
Then you just disliked me for being lewd and vulgar?Xiaozhen was immediately angry.
I didn't dislike Ah, I was just sighing.Li Xu said quibblingly.
Brother Xuan is necrotic!Xiaozhen shouted angrily, then hung up the phone.
Li Xu laughed, then took a sudden breath and began to thrust it one after another. It lasted for about ten seconds before he let out a long and comfortable breath.
After several seconds, the girl kneeling in front of him shook her throat and swallowed the last drop of semen, and then spit out the softened cock.
Even so, a trace of it still overflowed along the corner of her mouth, causing her to wipe it with her fingers in a hurry.
Li Xu didn't say anything. After she finished doing it, she raised her chin again. The girl with a face that looked sixty-six-six-six-faced look unconscious.
Old... Master, Xiaoqing... What does she want to say.
Xiaoqing is coming back later today. She is going to meet her real teacher, and she also has to find a way to impress the other person with the sound of her cello. Li Xu interrupted, so, before she comes back, I need your body to relieve fatigue. Do you understand, Xu Ye?
Yes... Master... Xu Qing's sister Xu Ye replied in a low voice, then turned around, raised her butt and pulled down her underwear, finally spread her hip leopards to reveal the tender vagina that had already oozed out of a trace of vaginal fluid. Please use it.
Li Xu whistled, raised his dick and inserted it into Xu Ye's meat pot, then patted her round butt, then closed her eyes and began to enjoy it.
The Xu family may have guessed the reason why Xu Qing and Big Loli asked her sister to go over on the phone, but in the end they sent Xu Ye over. Some things need not be said more, and someone sent the tomcats from two squadrons of China.
So Li Xu took it for granted, but the ex-wife was given the quota of Xu Qing. Xu Ye was just Xu Qing's assistant, so he naturally had to be more ruthless in training. Although it was not as good as a toilet like Chen Chong and Wu Junmei, it was also the same as Changqing and Zhang Qing.
The only problem is that if this happens, Xu Qing has to be matched with a personal maid. After all, Xu Ye is her own sister, and it is a bit inappropriate as a maid. She should be her agent and assistant.
Thinking of this, Li Xu's heart moved slightly. While enjoying Xu Ye's tight vagina squeezing, he observed Xu Qing by engraving and printing. The drama he had planned for a long time was about to be staged.
Ms. Dupree, look, is the weather very good today?In the garden of the big mansion, the little nurse pushed the wheelchair forward while smiling at the woman in the wheelchair.
You should know that the weather in the UK has always been gloomy, and it often rains every now and then, even in summer, so British people often have to bring an umbrella when going out.
But not only does the sun come out today, but the temperature is particularly comfortable, so the young nurse pushed the patient out to the garden to walk and relax.
However, the woman in the wheelchair did not answer. Although she moved the corners of her mouth, she said nothing. Although her eyes were turning around, there was no focal length, and it seemed that she was always trembling slightly.
More importantly, there was no vitality in his eyes, a haggard expression, and his brown hair turned yellow, just like an old man who was about to walk, not like a forty-year-old woman at all.
In fact, if it weren't for the people who often saw Jacqueline Dupree in the past ten years, they would definitely be shocked by her current appearance. At that time, such a vibrant girl who relied on her talent to reverse all living beings had become a candle in the wind and would disappear at any time.
Jacqueline has actually lost hope for her. At this point, she feels that if she died accidentally, she should be much happier than she is now, especially when her husband Barron Boim began to stop appearing in front of her.
Although everyone was hiding it from her, how could she not guess that Boim had a new love outside long ago?Even if they are not divorced.
Even in an ordinary family, if your wife suffers from multiple sclerosis, she becomes a waste who needs help when sitting and lying down, which will cause countless conflicts, let alone Boim, a romantic music lover?
Jacqueline was sad and angry, but to no avail. She dedicated herself to music and cello, and when she could no longer play the cello, she had nothing.
Now she is no longer the cello elf she used to be, but she is just a waste waiting to die.
Thinking of this, the music of the cello suddenly rang in her ears. Although multiple sclerosis caused her toss and turns from time to time, she often tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. However, the sound of the cello still came to her ears, causing her already dead heartstrings to splash a ripple again.
Because that was the notes of the "Elga Cello Concerto". Although there was only the melody of the cello and no other instruments were used to cooperate, as her famous song, no matter how long she had been away from the music, she could still tell it out at the first time.
Jacqueline closed her eyes and shook her head gently, wanting this notes to be driven out of her head. No matter who made it to comfort herself, she didn't need it.
However, she soon began to discover the difference between this notes, which seemed to be... She was too familiar with the technique of playing the "Elga Cello Concerto" and could not have been misheard. Someone recorded it and specially played it for herself?
No, no!
Jacqueline immediately denied this idea, not to mention when the last time she played the Elga Cello Concerto on her cello alone, and how bulky the recording equipment was, and the tone didn't look like it was in the player.
More importantly, she clearly heard a hint of youthfulness and a slight effort to imitate her techniques, but she did not do it well, and had a little of her own unformed style.
Jacqueline couldn't help but look up at the little nurse and tried to look at the little nurse with her eyes. The little nurse obviously knew something and immediately smiled: Please wait, Ms. Dupree.
Then he pushed her towards the woods, and after a few meters, he turned around and saw a little girl sitting in the pavilion playing the cello intently, while a white old man listened carefully standing next to her.
Despite being tortured by multiple sclerosis, Jacqueline could tell that the old man was one of her former teachers, Johnson Stewart, a professor at the Royal Conservatory of Music.
John?She screamed in a hoarse voice.
Stewart immediately paused the girl, then walked over a few steps, and asked gently: How is it, Jackie?
Not dead yet... Jacqueline forced a smile. Stewart was not only one of her teachers, but also one of the few friends who could persist in coming to take care of her from time to time.
Don't say stupid things, you can live for many years.Stewart's tone was still so gentle.
I can't do anything...I've tried a lot...but... Jacqueline's smile became a little bitter.
So what about being a teacher?The old white man asked very seriously.
teacher?Jacqueline was puzzled.
Do you know how old that little girl is?Stewart pointed to the little girl sitting obediently in the pavilion.
Thirteen years old?Fourteen years old?It seems to be... Asian?Jacqueline tried hard to open her eyes, and her vision had declined a bit in recent years.
Chinese, sixteen years old.Stewart replied, and immediately asked: Do you know how long she has been practicing cello?
Jacqueline didn't say anything, just looked at him and waited for him to give an answer.
Less than a year.The old white man finally became a little excited.
This is impossible!Jacqueline shouted in surprise.
What a joke, even a talented cello player cannot play the notes of the Elga Cello Concerto without mistakes in less than a year of learning the piano, and use her techniques.
What's more, truly talented performers often make their mark when they are eleven or twelve years old. Menuine can play "Spanish Symphony" at the age of 7. Perlman became famous for "The Wild Bee Flying" at the age of 13, and Jacqueline herself won the award when she was 11 years old.
A man from mainland China, who only started to come into contact with cello at the age of 15, and was able to play the "Elga Cello Concerto" in less than a year, which is completely contrary to common sense!
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