"SEC. Uncle …" Shamed a treasure and held him in my heart.
"Don’t move!" Naidi pressed her, her legs kept shaking, and the air conditioning at the bottom of her eyes was dispelled. She complained, "You have to cajole and cheat again … you are good at bullying me!"
Uh-oh, is this a grievance?
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He is. Can she bully a man?
I wonder who bullied who?
I’m angry, funny and ashamed, and I’m so red-faced that I keep breathing and looking at the ceiling. I feel like I can’t look down at him now, and I can’t imagine what he is doing to love her.
At one time, there are five flavors and mixed tastes.
After a while, I feel that I have really wronged Lengxiao.
Such a man overlooking the sky is satisfied with her little woman’s mind and always does not hesitate to’ self-destruct her image’ … So I am more sure that this man is 100% sincerely good to her. On the one hand, I don’t want him, and I have been thinking about it last night.
Finally, she forced herself to want him to continue to ask questions.
"SEC. Uncle … when I met you last night, she said a lot to me. In addition to telling you about Yu Xiaoyu’s life and Wu Ting, she actually told me another thing. I just want to ask you if I’m not practical …"
"Ask …" Lengxiao didn’t stop her with a word.
A gentle probe made Bao Qi take a gasp and sip. She reached out and grabbed his head. "Hey, stop it first … so I can’t say it …"
Look up at her coldly. "Speak quickly!"
Looking at his impatient and cold appearance, Bao Qi couldn’t help but "poof bursts" and then pouted to sigh "She said I was stupid …"
Lengxiao frowned. "That’s right!"
"Depend! She’s right. You mean … you two have a tacit understanding, right? " Baoqi glared at her eyes and became angry. "She also said that you are helping me achieve your own goals."
"Then what?"
"What then? What else? Then! "
Leng Xiao’s eyes are heavy. "Then what do you think?"
"… anyway, I didn’t want to come out I have what thing is worth you to profit? I have no money, no potential, no force and no background … "
"Self-knowledge is a good thing!" Cold hum cold owl interrupted her.
Staring at her eyes, Bao Qi was almost choked to death by his words and spit out a sigh of relief. She looked at him and pursed her mouth. "Of course … I still don’t quite believe that the woman would be so kind to tell me what this matter did not affect our feelings. Didn’t she tell you last night? ! But one night, the nightmare reminded me again. Gee, thinking of her gloomy smile made my back stand on end, and layers of cold sweat came out all over me! "
Eyebrows a cu cold owl hold up arm condescending wind her without saying a word.
"What’s the matter?" Baoqi was stared at by his cold eyes a little hairy and pushed his strong chest. "Don’t look at me like that, will I become an animal?"
"What did Baoqi say to you?"
"ooh You’ve talked too much! Which sentence do you mean? "
With a sigh, the cold owl slumped to her side and fished her out. She bowed her head in her arms and kissed her two soft pink lips savagely. A kiss went from overbearing to gentle, from eager to slow, from shallow licking to deep possession. He kissed hard enough.
It took a while to catch her hand and put it in her palm. A pair of cold eyes exuded tenderness.
"I said I would never hurt you!"
Shallow sipping out treasure and pure was about to speak knock knock-
There were three rhythmic knocks on the door panel.
"Report!"
The person outside is the correspondent Yan Buer.
Leng Xiao caressed Bao Qi’s face and turned to ask, "What is it?"
Comrade Yan Buer knew that it was only five o’clock in the morning and guessed that the chief must not wake up and get up. Otherwise, what sound is so muffled and hoarse? So he put the sound very low.
"The head of the report, You Nianxi, is dead!"
You Nianxi is dead! ?
Five words are like a heart thumped with a treasure and a pure mouth and sat up.
God! Her scalp is numb.
A woman who just discussed the ideal of life with her last night, a woman who hated her generation, a woman who was called aunt by her, and a woman who had been entangled in her nightmare for one night, suddenly she died like this.
Digesting the news, she was confused.
The eyes were dark, and the owl patted her on the shoulder and circled her in her arms. There was no ups and downs in her cold eyes. She glanced at him coldly and asked, "When did it happen?"
Yan Buer replied, "It was not clear when the sentry discovered the specific death five minutes ago that the Qi team asked how to deal with it …"
How to deal with it? Baoqi also wants to know.
Frown with a frown, the cold owl’s cold voice sank slightly "cremated!"
"Yes-"
After Yan Buer answered the footsteps outside, the room was silent again.
Bao Qi hasn’t spoken, and his hands are clamped tightly with Lengxiao’s arm half leaning on him, and his sight falls on the man’s face.
"SEC. Uncle, how can I ZaMo is not a taste? ! How strange! "
"Sleep!"
After the word cold, the man stroked her cool little face, as handsome as a glacier. As always, there is no expression. Glaciers piled up in ten thousand years are even less likely to collapse because of wandering sunseekers. Half a point is worse than his face. There is no mood at all.
Half lying to treasure and pure silence for a long time before mouth.
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"Well, it’s just a woman after all …"
Clapping her shoulder, cold owl closed her eyes and breathed heavily. "People will die." His words were always cold, short and profound.
It’s like a treasure in my throat, and I can’t find a word to pick it up with a sigh.
Leng Xiao opened his eyes and looked at her faintly. "I will die one day!"
"You! ? Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah
"Silly ya! Sacrifice is the highest honor for soldiers! "
Holding her blushing face, Leng Xiao spoke firmly and simply, but it was a little annoying to hear it in Bao Qi’s ear, and it was cold and spoiled to people and life for a while.
"Take a nap and get up and start!" Cold owl eyes color closed up.
Hum hum treasure and pure rubbed his forehead without speaking.
My thoughts are gradually sinking into the death of wandering minds, or that everyone will be human and everything will be fine when people die! When a woman who hates her dies, she doesn’t have any heart, and her brain doesn’t listen to her. Generally, the picture is fixed on the mummy-like face of last night’s wandering.
My heart turned upside down like a fishbone stuck in my throat!
Pat your forehead again. What is this?
Shame!