Chapter 705

Just want to get away from this man as soon as possible, her IQ will be offline, she can't hold it! Being imprisoned here by this man, Chang Cong only feels that his head is completely empty, and there is no time to think.

But this man just like tease her general, is not to let her leave, often porridge heart is full of shame, and there is no way, also ask her what questions, just what he said?

At this time, his head was empty, and he didn't remember what the man had just said.

Now she is extremely hoping that this man can dislike his wandering and push her away. But sometimes when you want something, it will turn out to be the opposite.

"I said... Are you afraid of me?" Men seem to be very patient, completely different from the usual image of cold and overbearing, and their tone can even be called intimacy.

Originally, a man's voice is very magnetic, which will converge the cold breath, and the voice is particularly attractive, often gruel heart call bad, pills!

The man put his hand on Chang Cong's chin, forcing her to hold her head up and look into her eyes. Originally, Chang Cong, who wanted to be a turtle with a shrunken head to wake up her mind, was extremely small under the power of men.

Forced to hold his chin, on the men's burning line of sight, the wrong line of sight of the moment, as if the world was quiet for a moment, only to hear the sound of two people breathing.

"Putong... Putong..." you can even hear a clear heartbeat in Chang Cong's ear. It's not the man in front of you, it's your own!

Eyes want to touch, often gruel gruel heart is almost like out of control general crazy beat, originally downstairs those rational those calm all go to hell.

Sure enough, this kind of thing, even if you can deceive yourself, also can't deceive your heart, sometimes the body can be more honest than the mouth.

This is not, often porridge mouth said back words, the heart is with her deepest desire in beating.

"Ha ha ha..." the distance between the two people is so close that they can hear the slightest sound. The sound of the heart beating is not the illusion of porridge, but the real existence.

Because Feng Tingmo also heard the honest reaction of the seemingly calm little woman in front of him.

Feng Ting was amused and gave out a deep laugh.

"Why, you're nervous, huh?" The slightly rising ending is almost like catching the soul. In this kind of intimate posture, it's even more provocative.

Originally, Chang Cong was imprisoned in this small world, and was robbed of the air by men. He already felt his head floating. Feng Tingmo obviously noticed this, and quietly lured some of Chang Cong.

Listening to his heart beating more quickly after his words came out, Feng Tingmo laughed more happily. There was a smile in his eyes, which made his whole person feel a little gentle, different from usual.

Men seldom smile, at least in Chang Cong's eyes. Usually, he looks like a cold face with no human feelings. Chang Cong wants to tear his face. Is this man facial paralysis.

Due to the strong momentum of the man, even if Chang Cong calculated in his mind for a hundred times, he didn't dare to really start. It is estimated that if she really dares to do it, the man will be able to chop her paws on the spot.

She's not a scallion. She doesn't get any good treatment from a little guy.

Suddenly see Feng Ting Mo such a smile, often porridge for a while more trance, had some numb head, can only comply with the heart thinking.

"Your body is much more honest than your people." Feng Ting Mo deliberately leaned forward, and their upper bodies had been completely fitted together. Chang Cong's heartbeat was clearly passed to Feng Ting Mo's chest through his clothes.

This kind of feeling is very wonderful, you are experiencing another person's heart beat, another person's life, this life is fresh, moreover, this meeting's heart beat, is jumps for you.

The original noisy and violent heart, just a little bit under the beating of Chang Cong's heart, calmed down. Feng Tingmo's mouth kept rising, obviously in a good mood.

This little woman, when she was still clever, was more likable. Her big eyes made people love her.

Just, notice often Cong Cong stares at own line of sight, seal court Mo corner of the mouth to hook up of radian more, just with just smile different.

Just smile with warmth, the whole person is looking peaceful state, this will be different, the man's smile infected with evil four, the whole person a little more evil.

If you are just the angel who fell into the world, now you are definitely the devil who tempts people to fall.

There was a hoarseness in the voice: "is it good-looking?" The man looks directly at Chang Cong's eyes. Feng Tingmo's eyes seem to have some magic power. Just looking at them like this, it seems that he wants to suck out his soul.

Often porridge porridge only feel more floating.

"Good... Good looking..." honest gave his heart the most real idea, really good-looking, different from usual, often porridge even want to touch.

Just touch it. Just touch it.

Feel often porridge finger tip slightly tremble and want to rise trend, Feng Ting Mo is a Leng at first, then seems to know what things in general, smile particularly happy.

With the hand gently scraped often gruel nose, abnormal action of pet drown: "little wolf."

Feng Tingmo really felt helpless. He just found that this woman seems to have some voice control attributes. As long as she speaks in a low voice, this woman can easily shake her mind and look at herself in a trance.

Obviously I like it.

Therefore, in order to ask what he wanted to know, Feng Tingmo deliberately suppressed his voice. Sure enough, he succeeded in seeing the woman's expression become trance, and the whole person became much more clever.

That's right. From upstairs on, the whole reaction of Chang Cong is in Feng Tingmo's calculation. The invincible devil playing with people's hearts in the shopping mall is obviously still applicable here.

Chang Cong's whole life is changing his mood with Feng Tingmo's rhythm, and he moves with his mind.

However, Feng Tingmo didn't expect that there was an unexpected harvest. Looking at Chang Cong and seeing his naked look of appreciation, Feng Tingmo was helpless from the bottom of his heart.

He was too familiar with such eyes. From small to large, countless such eyes were burning on him. He knew his appearance, and was once tired of it. He hated such eyes.