Chapter 228

Even because of being hung upside down on the shoulder for a long time, the head is very congested.

Originally, it would have been influenced by Feng Tingmo's drinking, and his head was not clear. This is a good thing. The reason that had not been completely recovered was washed away again.

Often porridge porridge, this will only feel his head buzzing.

It's completely blank. Nothing can be put in it.

Some of the whirling feeling, eyes a little fuzzy, can not see the real thing.

The remaining reason is full of Tucao for make complaints about court.

This man, this is what bad habits, this how still can't move, put people on the shoulder.

Chang porridge said, this posture, she really can't stand it!

But she would not have the strength to make complaints about it.

Only feel the body soft, unable to support.

Fortunately, this will be able to put all the strength on the man, with his strength to support, otherwise, even if the man now put her on the ground, she is afraid to be temporarily unable to stand.

Why? Why does this floor feel familiar?

This meeting two people already entered the room.

The pattern on the carpet can be seen vaguely in front of Chang Cong's eyes.

The pure black carpet is dotted with patterns outlined by gilt wire. Because I'm not clear at the moment, I can only vaguely see the carpet shaking around.

I can't help feeling more dizzy.

Instinctively, the scenery in front of us is a little familiar.

But if she wants to break her head, she just can't figure out where she saw this scene.

Why, just feel familiar?

There is something in the brain that is ready to come out, but there is a key point that can't connect.

Before she could figure out why, the whole person was thrown out.

Often porridge porridge brain is: finished, my life is over!

Well, this man, holding all the way, is not waiting for their own strength, and then throw themselves out, so that they do not have the strength to resist!

Besides, she remembers that this man climbed the second floor.

This man is so cruel that he has to go to the second floor and throw himself down again. He must fall into a meat cake. It's too miserable!

Just a few seconds, the woman's brain has been extremely fast filtering a lot of things.

"Why?"

A light Yi, inadvertently reveal sound, as if there is something wrong.

"Stupid woman."

Feng Tingmo can be said to have witnessed all the changes of Chang Cong's expression just now.

After pulling the tie, I felt a little stuffy. I pulled the tie and threw it on the ground.

With his just action, the shirt half open, you can see the delicate clavicle, unexpectedly attractive.

He just wanted to put the woman on the bed first. He washed his face to wake him up, but he didn't realize that the woman's expression had changed a lot since he threw her down.

First panic, then despair, finally fall on the bed, even with some calm?

Feng Ting can't help doubting her eyes. In a short time, how can this woman make such a rich expression?

Don't think, Feng Ting Mo can guess, this woman, just afraid is brain fill what messy things.

During this period of contact, Feng Ting found that this woman has no other skills, and her brain tonic skills are absolutely unique.

Looking at the woman's expression, she was shocked and wanted to see what she wanted to do.

At this time, Chang Cong's brow was slightly wrinkled. It seemed that he could not believe it.

But his eyes did not open immediately. Instead, he tentatively touched his hands on both sides. It seemed that he felt that his hand was not right, and then he grasped it hard.

Knead the sheets in a mess, as if to rest assured.

Seeing this scene, Feng Tingmo frowned subconsciously.

He has obsessive-compulsive disorder, usually the bed must be clean, no wrinkles.

This will see Chang Cong so harmful, it is really a kind of impulse, want to throw her directly.

I sipped the corners of my lips, rubbed my fingers a few times, and finally restrained the impulse temporarily.

He wants to see what this woman is going to do.

About to determine what things, often porridge suddenly opened his eyes, which with obvious surprise.

"I'm not dead!"

Chang Cong just wanted to turn around happily. He thought that the man had thrown himself down from the second floor.

It's a pity that I will be so destroyed.

It turns out that there seems to be something soft under him, not like a cold floor.

Did you guess wrong?

That's the scene.

Feng Ting was not often porridge words, stay for a moment.

What's this woman talking about?

After responding, I jumped two times at the temple.

The woman just said, combined with her happy expression, a little thought, you can roughly guess the woman's mind.

She doesn't think she threw her upstairs?

I have to say that Fengting Mo is the truth.

Unfortunately, I don't realize that what I just did is completely in the sight of others.

What's more, she is the man she worries about most. At this time, she is completely immersed in the joy that she has not been dropped.

I don't know at all that the man is really thinking about whether or not to throw her down and feel it

In fact, it's not surprising that Chang Cong didn't find the man standing in front of the bed.

Because just came in, the man did not have extra hand to turn on the light, with the feeling directly threw the woman on the bed.

This will be the moonlight through the window, just sprinkle on the bed, and the bedside place, the moonlight just can not shine, forming a dark area.

In fact, if you look carefully, you can also find the existence of men.

However, the IQ of Chang Cong is not enough.

This will be full of immersed in their own fantasy inside, where there is any mind, to see their surrounding environment!

Looking at the woman on the bed without feeling, the man's line of sight gradually deep.

At the moment, the woman on the bed, with an obvious smile on her face, was unprepared and accidentally stabbed.

Eyes bent into crescent shape, in the bright moonlight, especially charming.

Of course, especially, it coincides with the eyes in the memory

Feng Tingmo only felt that the string of reason in his head was too tight. As long as it was slightly stimulated, it would break instantly.

But the woman in bed doesn't know how delicate her present situation is.

About feel some dry lips, subconsciously with the tip of the tongue, described the corner of the lip.