The two boys were taken away, and the uncle and the woman walked straight to the long table and sat down. There were many small desserts before the meal and various exquisite decorations on the long table. It was obvious that the preparation was almost the same, and only the main courses were left to start.

In addition to the two of them, there were two men and women sitting next to the dining table. The man was extremely strong, over two meters tall, with thick arms and feet that of the woman beside him, big arms and big fists and big heads. However, his face was strangely like a creamy young man. At this time, he was lying on a huge chair that was ten times larger than others, and he was sleeping with his hands and legs.

The woman was wearing clothes similar to the nun series, but the difference was that the head was not a turban but a hood. The hood covered the nun's upper face, revealing only a smooth and white chin. The clothes on her body were pitifully fabricated, and two five-centimeter black belts were shaped in front of her, tightly covering a small key position on her chest. The huge white flesh ball and exposed shoulders faintly emitted a crystal clear light under the light. The lower body was surrounded by the long table and could not be seen. It seemed that there was a scent of nothing to do, as if a small hand was constantly pulling the hearts of the men around her.

The uncle stared at the flesh on the woman's chest with his expression as fierce as regretful and admiring as well as complexity. It was difficult to understand.

The policeman walked over from the other side and sat in his position without saying a word, closing his eyes to rest, as if he had no interest in the beautiful scenery in front of him.

"Gee!" A silver bell-like chuck came from the nun, and she heard her soft voice: "Did you find that I'm more delicious? Is there an urge to swallow me into my stomach? My 'former' master?"

The nun pulled the previous word for a long time. Then he laughed like a silver bell, and the two thrilling beautiful flesh on his chest were also beating. The attractive uncle's eyes trembled.

After a while, he forced his eyes to retract and his breathing became a little heavier.

The charming woman was watching interestingly, with her hands on her cheeks, her eyebrows and eyes smiling, and she looked like she was watching a good show. The policeman and the strong man closed their eyes and rested without interest, while the other was sleeping in a mess, leaving only the uncle there with a bad look.

The nun obviously didn't want to let him go, and chuckled with a small pink tongue and licked it around his lips. Then he stood up with his arms on the table and giggled and turned around. "Why, did you feel regret once? How I loved you so much back then, but you only care about being obsessed with other women and I ignored it. Let me run such a perfect toy out of your control. Do you feel regretful and dead?"

The uncle was stimulated by her words and couldn't help but raise his eyes to scold him. But after seeing it, he got lost in again.

The nun's lower body was even more tempting. He stepped on the crystal that was at least seventeen or eighteen centimeters high under his feet. He was wrapped with two black strings in a mesh shape on his straight thigh, making people feel passionate. The short skirt was so short that it was only a wide and narrow, and the upper edge was hanging under the hips. The lower edge would hide most of the "qiaotun", and the key area in front was directly replaced with two layers of gauze. As long as you walked, the two-color underwear in the middle would be clearly visible.

The charming woman's eyes lit up, and she seemed to have a great interest in the skirt. Her eyes rolled and smiled, as if she was paying attention.

The uncle was already confused by the beauty of the nun. The clone was as tight as steel and iron, pressing tightly under the long table.

The nun giggled and circled around the uncle, watching his throat twitching, his face becoming redder and redder. He was very happy and kept using words to impute him. The words "repentance" in his words were obviously very regretful. He was obviously very regretful in his heart.

"Gill, are you turning over old accounts with Merlin again?"

At this time, a bookshelves suddenly opened like a door, and a handsome young man with glasses walked in. He was wearing the robe of the Red Bishop, but a black inverted cross around his neck. His face was kind but looked at the wolf, giving people a feeling of ambitiousness.

"Master Bishop!" The nun turned around in surprise, holding his hands in front of his chest, as if he had accidentally held his two flesh into a more majestic place.

The bishop smiled, looked up and down at the nun's seductive outfit, nodded with satisfaction, "Miss Jill, it's true that she is my saint. It looks more delicious than she did a few days ago."

The nun couldn't see a pink glow on the chin on her upper face, and an intoxicated smile could not be suppressed. He said in a lingering voice: "Yes, I will satisfy the Bishop at the Mass tonight!" She said as she pulled the edge of her short skirt with both hands and gave a lady gift. The two tulles in front of her were immediately left with a more transparent layer. All the beauty was revealed in front of the Bishop.

The bishop's eyes flashed and nodded, "Then I'll wait and see!"

Bypassing the nun, the bishop came to the main seat and sat down. He looked at the nun with squint eyes and glanced at the uncle named Merlin. After walking back to his position with elegant cat steps, he smiled and said, "Everyone has been waiting for a long time. This time the business is a bit complicated. The matter on the books has been delayed."

No one answered the conversation, and they all did what they should do. They were just making money together for the sake of interests. They could meet at most a few times a year, so what to say to greet?

The young bishop knew about this situation, so he simply looked up at the ancient clock on the wall without waiting for their answer, and asked, "The time is almost over. Is the doctor's dinner still ready?"

The charming woman heard that he asked about this, and pointed at Uncle Meilin, and opened her mouth to hold all the reasons on his head. However, before she could speak out, the curtains on the door were jingling lightly. A middle-aged man dressed in tall and thin, walked out, taking off his apron hat while walking, and smiling at the people, saying, "I've been waiting for a long time! The main course has been ready, and it only takes the last ten minutes to cool down. Our dinner can begin!"

The bishop applauded gently and exclaimed: "I have to say, Hannibal, your cooking skills are more amazing to me than your medical skills. In the cultural and water appreciation of food, those so-called chefs can't beat you one tenth. The dinner at the celebrations every year is what I look forward to most."

Hannibal bowed slightly gentlemanly and said, "It is my honor to you to taste!"

The charming woman bounced her finger and said, "Doctor quickly took her seat, the nun called Rice, and the annual celebration party is about to begin!"

Seeing that not only Uncle Meilin's expression had returned to normal, but even the police opened his eyes at this moment, the nun knew that it was a serious moment and nodded, and nodded directly. He nodded and two small green pills the size of rice appeared in the palm of his hand, and threw them into the nostrils of the sleeping man next to him.

The big man inhale suddenly coughed, and tears and snot flowed out, causing a choking to make a rumble. He was blushing and choking his neck, shaking his neck and coughing violently.

The charming beauty looked at the strong man's earth-shaking situation in a daze, and asked the nun a little dazedly, "What did you do for him?"

"Concentrated mustard!" the nun replied with a smile: "It is dedicated to refreshing the spirit!"

The charming woman looked admirable and raised her thumbs up and gestured at her twice.

"Nonsense!" The bishop frowned slightly, but the smile on his eyes showed that he was also very interested in it. However, it was not the time to make a fussense. When the strong man got better, he said, "How about Les? Are you sober? Our banquet is about to begin!"

The big man shook his head vigorously, raised his head with half-drooping eyes and looked at everyone, opened his mouth and yelled, and muttered, "I'm so troublesome. Are you annoyed when I come once a year? Anyway, the money is enough, so why bother with nothing? It's better to sleep if you have this time!"

Everyone knows his lazy personality and knows that there is no result in arguing with him. He is too lazy to listen to anything you say to him.
Chapter completed!