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Chapter 488 : Don't lie to me 8

"Don't you go yet? Could it be that I will regret it? Warn you, after I regret it, it will be impossible if you want to go again! Feng Qianyu, you bastard!"

What is it if you are not a bastard? What is it if you are not a bastard? Then the lower body... is it really impossible to control it? Then the lower body really cannot be controlled?

"Babe..."

"No, I don't want to listen to anything. This is the debt you owe. Of course you have to pay it back. It's impossible for me to pay it back for you, right?"

She glared at him, staring at him fiercely![

In fact, according to Han Beibei's personality, he will really make trouble and will not allow him to go!

But there is no way. If you think about it from the perspective of a woman and from his perspective, then she cannot be so naive and cannot be so irresponsible in doing things!

“…I will come back as soon as possible!”

He was embarrassed! At this time, he seemed very embarrassed. He had not had an affair at this moment, but he always felt that he was having an affair and was caught by his wife...

After taking the suit she handed over, he put it on and prepared to leave, but he left a few steps...

"Feng Qianyu!"

"……Um?"

"No matter what, I won't be so generous every time... You must break it if you should break it! Do you understand?"

“…”

Well, I said 'Yeah' on my mind! But I couldn't speak anyway. This feeling is really uncomfortable!

"Feng Qianyu... Remember, don't lie to me... Remember... It's broken... Otherwise... Otherwise... I don't know if I can accept it again without running away!"

She said very little, and her whole expression seemed very flustered...

Feng Qianyu looked at her like this and felt a burst of pain in his mind!

I regret it for the first time, why can’t I control myself a little? Why did I regret it for the first time, why did I…

Damn it! He understood her struggle, her psychological discomfort, and all of her understanding, Bebe loved him for 11 years without regrets... An 8-year-old child gave love without regrets...

So how could such deep affection be measurable by words casually?

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