Chapter 1429

He clasped her hands, did not let her continue to "do evil", just with a smile of profound, looking at her face indifferent and calm said.

Her understanding of what he said "play" is naturally the "play" between two people, but not the kind of play Qi Ziqing.

Thus, Yang Lihe raised a playful and ambiguous smile, and his charming eyes looked at him like beads and fog.

Since the hand is fixed by him, there are still feet.

If you want to touch a man sincerely, how can you use only one hand? Her whole body was full of weapons, and all of them were lethal weapons.

Under the quilt, that pair of slender jade legs, has started. And still use all one's strength, a pair of don't lift him of even dregs all don't leave, she don't call Yang Lihe of facial expression.

Mo Jun saw that she had to die. His eyes sank and he turned over to bully her. "Yang Lihe, I was going to let you go. Since you don't mean to send it to your door, OK, I'll help you. I'll let you know what it means to kill yourself

"Ah? Yes, yes! Then hurry up, I'm looking forward to it! Please help me and kill me! If you let this fire out on me, I'll be angry to fold flowers! "

She said with a face of joy, it is a pair of eager to quickly kill her look!

Yang Lihe once again for his own death to pay the consequences, and then this is a good scar forget the pain of the Lord.

Some time ago, I was repeatedly begging for mercy. I walk with the wall every day, and I feel miserable. Now she started to do it herself.

Well, this time I have to walk on the wall again for a few days.

When Yang Lihe woke up in the morning, Mo Junbo had not left.

Wearing a robe sitting on the sofa, legs with a notebook, facing the screen, is very attentive to do things.

When a man works hard, he is no less handsome than when he is in bed.

Yang Lihe didn't make a sound or move his body. Instead, he lay quietly on the bed, with his head on his side, looking at Mo Junbo in his serious work without blinking.

The blue robe, slightly open a little, revealing his strong chest. Wheat skin is very eye-friendly.

He slightly hung his head, a wisp of hair between his forehead hung down, covering a small half of his forehead, making him look more seductive.

His eyelashes are very long. When his eyelids droop, they curl up like an open fan.

Yang Lihe felt that his eyelashes were longer and more curly than those of women, but they did not affect his solemnity and coldness.

His sharp and angular face, like a knife cut face, is God's favorite. It is 360 degrees without dead angle, which is so pleasing to the eye.

Although Yang Lihe was sore and limp now, he didn't want to move as if he had been crushed by a locomotive.

But looking at the pleasing handsome man in front of me, I forgot all my tiredness.

Yang Lihe is actually a flower maniac. Of course, her corruption, coquettishness and flower mania are only shown in front of Mo Junbo.

This point, Mo Yi's flower mania is completely inherited from her.

She did not say that Mo Yi did not know who she was like. There was nothing like her all over her body. It's just a flower maniac, just like her.

At this moment, lying on the soft bed, looking at the handsome man who is pleasing to the eye and nourishing to the heart, he can't help but show a flower crazy smile. Even the corners of his eyes are narrowed up, and almost two lines of saliva flow down the corner of his mouth.

"Awake?" Mo Junbo did not look up, but continued to look at the portable screen, but the voice was speaking to her, warm, giving people a sense of service.

His voice, let her recover, and then instinct is to stretch hands and feet, want to stretch a stretch.

The result is a burst of pain, like all the bones have been torn apart.

Fierce, Yang Lihe thought of last night's mission toss, and then it is toward Mo Jun Bo cast a fierce Jiao.

Asshole man, she has to die every time.

But she completely forgot that this was what she was looking for, and it was her own reckless provocations that made him so ruthless.

It was all her own death and guilt.

It was like her waist was broken in two, and her legs didn't look like her own. But there was a faint coolness. It was supposed that the man had already dealt with it for her without her knowing it.

At the thought of this, Yang Lihe was flushed again. This made her think that last night, the man's so-called "change the way" was not to let her change the way, but to let him change the way.

"Can I help you?" He put down his hand on his leg, put it on the tea table, got up and walked towards her.

Yang Lihe felt that she was on the verge of dying, but he was fresh and energetic, and he didn't look like overindulgence at all.Sigh, why is the world so unfair?

Why is it that she is always involved, but he is so much like a nobody. Isn't it true that the man who is most tired and hurt is the man who does it? Women enjoy it.

But why do they come here, but it's the reverse?

How to become "only plough bad land, no tired cattle"?

How can that cow always be full of energy and can't feed him?

It's not fair, it's not fair!

Yang Lihe sighed, looking at the ceiling with a wooden face, silently grieving.

"Still tired?" He sat down beside her on the side of the bed, looked at her with a warm face, and asked in a soft voice.

Yang Lihe was not angry and threw him a white eye. He hummed and said, "what do you say? You're breaking me in two! Ah, Mo Junbo, I said you didn't mean it! If you really want to break me in two, you're satisfied, aren't you? Can we have one more, right? "

What she said was very angry. When she thought of her old waist, Yang Lihe really wanted to fold his waist in two.

Unfortunately, his waist is too hard. It's like a steel plate. She can't break it.

With a narrow and playful smile in his eyes, he gazed at her like obsidian. He picked his sword eyebrows and said, "even if you are folded into three or four pieces, you only have one door. How can I have more?"