"Well!" Ming Lanruo knew he shouldn't laugh, but couldn't help it.
"What are you laughing, dislike me?!" Dongchang Palm Palm Printing and the Governor of the Governor became angry, and squeezed her under her body, bowing her head and staring fiercely.
Ming Lan Ruo looked at the corner of his eyes, ashamed, hateful and helpless, but felt funny and pitiful.
This is by no means a normal state of Cang Qiao. At this moment, he is completely controlled by purely direct emotional control, just like a child.
Ming Lan Ruo simply raised his hand and fell on his black hair, and he pressed the white jade -like ears and red red. He pressed back on himself.
"What are you doing, let go of me!" Cang Qiao groaned, trying to struggle.
But as soon as he was sticking to her fragrant and soft body, the whole person's mind seemed to have a fire, but he didn't know where to vent.
If Ming Lan reached out and gently stroked his back, he said softly: "My supervisor is so good -looking, how can I think you, the days are still growing, don't worry."
She found it. Don't look at the wicked look of the wickedness, and he manipulated her. It turned out that it was just talking on the paper.
The only time to get close to himself was still his mind was not awake, and he didn't remember when he woke up.
In the past and present, the grandfather was prestigious, cold and hot, and the horn birds who could only ask for.
Cang Qiao was murmured softly in her ear. The whole person froze, simply bowing her head to bury her face on her neck, and hummed coldly: "You swear ..."
Ming Lan Ruo bent his beautiful eyes and coaxed him: "Okay, I swear you must cure you, then you will do whatever you want."
The master who is not sober in his mind is similar to Xiao Xi, everything is to make people coax.
I do n’t know. At that time, he will be awake. If you think of what you do today, will he be ashamed to kill?
The two snuggled for a while. If Ming Lan became more and more obsessed with the scent of Shen Yanxiang on him, but he did not dare to snatch him again.
The window was blown away by the cold wind, and a few drops of cold rain fell between Cang Qiao's eyebrows.
The coldness of his eyes suddenly shrank, and the reason was recovered. He supported himself and sat up and sat up.
If Ming Lan was stunned and thought he was uncomfortable, he immediately reached out and helped him: "I call Tang Lao and they come in."
Aunt Wu Sang said that she was very talented in studying medicine, but Cang Qiao's illness always looked at Tang Lao. She did not have Tang Lao who was familiar with him.
Cang Qiao reached out and pulled her wrist, dumbly: "No, I have something to tell you."
He pressed his eyebrows and tried to calm down his tight blood. He seemed to have a layer of fire and fog in his head.
Cang Qiao can realize that his emotions are extremely undulating and can hardly be controlled.
If Ming Lan watched him squinting his strange eyes, as if he was trying to control the maintenance of maintaining reason, the yin and irritability between the eyebrows made her wrist hurt.
She sat down and stroked his back gently: "You say, don't worry."
"Marry King Qin, don't resist." He closed his eyes and suddenly gritted his teeth.
"Bang!" The cup in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, and it was broken.
Ming Lan Ruoshui's bright eyes flashed over the depressed annoyance, and it was annoyed and helplessly: "I don't understand enough, I won't marry, don't worry, don't have to test it twice!"
Forget it, he is a patient, and his emotional instability is normal. She cannot be angry.
Cang Qiao frowned, and continued dumbly: "No ... at least before I leave the level, don't try to fight them, if I ..."
He seemed to be close to her, and he couldn't be rational. He suddenly pushed the window and let the cold wind roll in outside the window so that he couldn't be sober.
"If I couldn't get out of the customs, you ... marry!" He squeezed out of his teeth, his dark eyes spread a little, and he looked more and more.