[69 Book Bar-www.] How can he be willing?

He obviously came to settle accounts after the fall.

I wanted to say that there was something wrong with her genes, but she swallowed the words before her mouth. He just put his hands around her shoulders, wrapped his big palms around her exquisite shoulder bones, and gently rubbed them with his fingertips, "Doesn't this show our relationship?

What?"

He lowered his head and touched the strands of hair on her forehead, and she turned her head away uncomfortably. He just kept doing nothing, clasping her waist with one hand, and grabbing her chin with the other, lifting her up.

half.

Lian Yuqing's eyes were dark. He saw mist gradually rising at the bottom of her pool, and his voice became a little softer, "What, my mother bullied you?"

His nose felt sore for a moment, and Lian Yuqing said in a voice, "Didn't you see everything?"

At this moment, he remembered the first time he met her. He originally wanted to see a beautiful woman taking a bath, but instead he saw her in utter embarrassment. But two years later, she was still the same weirdo as him. Unexpectedly, he just picked her up like this.

On to his bed.

An Shaolin and Lian Yuqing, the relationship between husband and concubine is really not an ordinary fate!

But if you think about it carefully, the woman in front of you is really different from what she looks like!

It looks very innocent, but in fact——

Pretty tough!

She was always quarreling with him, but seeing the angry look on her face, he became interested instead, with ambiguous eyes, "Little lover, this tit-for-tat thing, from the physical structure, I am born with a sharper point, how can you be right?"

I!"

When I used to work as a waiter in a hotel, I often heard those men talk dirty words when they were drunk. No doubt the beast in front of me spoke more artistically, but in essence they were still dirty jokes. When I think of the first time we met three days ago, I almost...

She took off his clothes and discussed the issue of self-respect with her. When they met for the second time yesterday, he pressed her directly against the cold car body and discussed what self-respect was. She couldn't help but think of the jerk he was at that time:

"Is this called self-respect?"

The cold palm suddenly moved up and reached into the clothes, "Do you want to be more respectful?"

More than that, what kind of deal is needed? "You provide people, I provide money, let's negotiate a deal."

She said, "I won't sell myself!"

He laughed out loud, "Selling yourself? Turn sideways. There is a rearview mirror next to you. Take a look at what you look like. How much is it worth?"

What else did he say, "My name is Liu, and your name is Qing. Do you think that if we don't do something romantic, would we be living up to our fate?"

There’s even ape dung!

She glared at An Shaoliu. With such a good appearance, what he did was really shameless.

Thinking back to how he wrote down the contents of the conversation verbatim on the note, biting the cap of his pen, his phrasing and philology were really good, it was completely like a tease with words, turning hooliganism into an art form.

How could she reach this deal with him if she hadn't been forced to do so? Anger gradually burned in her eyes, "An Shaoqian, remember the terms of our deal? Please be more reserved."

A smile gradually dyed an overly handsome face. On the thin lips, the smile that turned all living beings upside down was actually as dark as Satan. He reached out and unbuttoned an amber-colored shirt, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and slowly

He said, "What? You didn't study thoroughly the last time you were reserved?"

She wanted to avoid him, but he forced her into a corner, making her unable to move, "An Shaoqian, you bastard! Did God forget to tell you what it means to be clean and self-loving when he inlaid you with that thing? Are you hormonal?
Chapter completed!