Huang Xiaolong walked into the hotel with a hot heart of breaking @chu, and took his eldest wife Song Yuru.

A middle-aged man with an extremely vulgar appearance was sitting at the front desk. He was watching the movie with his mobile phone and faintly heard foreign language pronunciations such as "Yaqidian", "Ximaoji", "Yiku" and so on.

"Check a room?" Huang Xiaolong and the shy Song Yuru walked in. The wretched man looked up and looked at it. The moment he saw Song Yuru, he was simply amazed!

Beautiful!

Big breasts!

Long legs!

Small waist!

Pure and a little shy and timid charm!

The best!

Absolutely top-notch!

‘I’ll go... This is a college student nearby, right? School beauty level! School beauty level at the cliff! Oh my god, girls of this level shouldn’t go to a five-star presidential suite to do business? How could I come to my broken hotel that costs 50 yuan a night?’

In contrast, when the vulgar man saw Huang Xiaolong, the urge to hit someone could not help but breed...

Farmer!

Typical peasant outfit!

There are patches on the clothes and mud on the shoes!

No?

The best school beauty and a small farmer open a room to do business?

Of course, just thinking about it, he didn't dare to really hit Huang Xiaolong.

I just sighed secretly, the cabbage was so rude to the pig!

"Xiaolong, have you brought your ID card?" Song Yuru suddenly thought that it seemed that you needed an ID card to check in a room.

"Identity card? Big wife, I don't have an ID card." Huang Xiaolong said in surprise.

"Well, you don't have an ID card, so you can't check in a room." Song Yuru whispered.

"Oh, big wife, where is your ID card?" Huang Xiaolong said.

"Look at me, where can I put my ID card?" Song Yuru said angrily.

"Ahem... Two classmates, we check in a room here, and we don't need an ID card, just register." The vulgar man had been eavesdropping on the conversation between Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru, and said with a salivating face.

Huang Xiaolong ran over to register and paid the room fee of 50 yuan.

"Friend, I have maces and lubricants here. Do you think I need them?" The despicable man winked at Huang Xiaolong and said with a clever look.

"Xiaolong, ignore him. We don't need those disgusting things." Song Yuru pulled Huang Xiaolong and walked towards the room upstairs.

"Tsk tsk, nowadays college students don't care about their bodies at all. What should I do if something happens?" The despicable man shook his head and said in an envious and jealous tone.

3rd floor, 301.

Before entering the room, Song Yuru said seriously again. "Xiaolong, you... listen, tonight... I'll sleep on the bed, you sleep on the sofa... You don't allow you to do whatever you want..."

As a yellow-flowered girl, Song Yuru is already the bottom line for being able to book a room with Huang Xiaolong. She is not mentally prepared to do that.

Of course, as long as Huang Xiaolong doesn't do that, Song Yuru can still accept it.

"Okay, my wife, if you don't let me do it, I will never do it." Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

"Fuck your sister! Vulgar! Big hooligan!" Song Yuru said angrily.

Huang Xiaolong completely regarded Song Yuru's warning as a wind in his ears.

The biggest lie of a man is, “I just hold you to sleep and do nothing.”

A bigger lie than this is, "I'm just rubbing outside and I'll never go in."

On the long night, Huang Xiaolong believes that the simplicity and sincerity of rural children will definitely touch the eldest wife!

Open the door and enter the house.

What surprised Song Yuru was that the room was very narrow, with only one bed and no sofa.

Well…A hotel that costs 50 yuan a night can’t be too demanding.

Song Yuru was very nervous. If two people were sleeping on one bed, who would know what would happen...

Huang Xiaolong closed the door.

"Xiaolong, I'm so sleepy. I'll go take a shower first." Song Yuru said with a flushed face.

"Okay." Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

Everything is moving in the most optimistic direction...

Song Yuru hurried into the bathroom in a panic, and soon the sound of water began to sound.

The bathrooms of this hotel are all glass doors.

Under the light, you can vaguely see the silhouette of a beautiful girl in the bathroom.

Huang Xiaolong leaned over to the bathroom and stared at the beautiful view inside the glass door without blinking.

At this time...

"Ah~!!!"

Song Yuru in the bathroom screamed!

It seems to be greatly frightened!

"Big wife, what's wrong with you?"

Without saying a word, Huang Xiaolong pushed open the bathroom door and rushed.

The water vapor in the bathroom...

Song Yuru is like a white jade statue**…

Misty in the hazy mist...

It's so beautiful!

At this time, she hugged her hands and said with a crying voice. "Little dragon... rat! There are rats in the bathroom!"

"Don't be afraid, my wife, what's the mouse? I'm here, even a tiger doesn't have to be afraid!" Huang Xiaolong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was righteous.

"Uh... Xiaolong, go out! Go out for me!" Song Yuru reacted at this time.

It's over...it's all out.

The baby is wronged, the baby is sad!

"Big wife, aren't there any rats? If I go out, what if the rats come to bully you again?" Huang Xiaolong said seriously. "Big wife, don't worry, I won't peek, okay?"

"No! Xiaolong, you know that you bully me, I won't wash it anymore." Song Yurut felt aggrieved, quickly picked up the bath towel, wrapped it around his jade body, then ran out of the bedroom and went to bed.

"Big wife...I..." Huang Xiaolong also wanted to take the opportunity to go to bed.

"Xiaolong, what are you doing?" Song Yuru said vigilantly.

"Damn!" Huang Xiaolong was very excited.

"Fuck...fuck your sister! Xiaolong, you...you...you can't go to bed, I'm afraid you...I'm afraid you can't bear it, I want to be with me..." Song Yuru begged pitifully.

"Oh... well, my wife, please sleep." Huang Xiaolong said pitifully, then stood against the wall, motionless.

"Uh... Xiaolong, are you...what are you doing?" Song Yuru said.

"Big wife, go to bed, you have to go to class tomorrow. Don't worry about me." Huang Xiaolong didn't move at all.

"Oh... I'll sleep." Song Yuru responded, then lay down.

Five minutes later.

"Xiaolong... You stand like this all night and you're very tired... Then... Then... come up... but you... you can't take advantage of me, do you know? Otherwise, I kick you out of bed." Song Yuru said softly.

"Okay! Big wife, I promise, I will just hold you to sleep and do nothing!" Huang Xiaolong jumped to the bed as if he was injected with chicken blood and hugged Song Yuru.

Only then did Song Yuru realize that she was fooled. "Damn it! Xiaolong, you pretend to be pitiful! I ignore you!"

Song Yuru's beautiful face looks as beautiful as a flower under the bedside lamp...

"Big wife, you are so beautiful." Huang Xiaolong exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

Women like to listen to praise, especially when they are praised by men they like.

Song Yuru was sweet in her heart, and she pouted her cute little mouth and said, "I've got too many beautiful girls. Xiaolong, you are so capable, you will definitely meet strangers in the future."

"You are my eldest wife, you are the biggest one. We are the fate of a mandarin duck butterfly. We will get married and have children in the future and live a happy life." Huang Xiaolong said evading the important.

He would marry many women as beautiful as Song Yuru as his wives.

Since childhood, Huang Xiaolong did not think this idea was wrong. In hell, those ghosts who ruled the world and dominated the world during their lifetime told Huang Xiaolong that a powerful man would have many wives in his life, who would wake up and hold the power of the world and lie drunk on the knees of a beautiful man.

Huang Xiaolong thinks he is very powerful, almost the most powerful person, so he takes it for granted that he will have many wives.
To be continued...