Luo Huasheng looks at Zhao bingyue with more and more sharp teeth. This woman is really more and more interesting.

It turns out that without him, her life can become so energetic and colorful. Does he make her unbearable?

"Zhao bingyue..."

Zhao bingyue, who didn't plan to pay attention to him, turned around and suddenly caught her wrist by the man. Then she was dragged into his arms by the whole person.

Without waiting for Zhao bingyue to react, Luo Huasheng's kisses fell down all over the place. Zhao bingyue was scared out of her wits by the familiar taste of her soft lips.

When she had a little sense, she stretched out her hand desperately to push him. As a result, Luo Huasheng held her hand more and more tightly. The other hand clasped her waist and pushed her against the middle of the sofa, trying to kiss her.

After meeting her again, he thought that this moment was going to be crazy. Although Zhao bingyue kept struggling and even tried to bite him, he just couldn't control himself and wanted to rub her into his own blood and bone, so that she could never leave him again.

It was not until she was about to die and her red face seemed to suffocate at any time that Luo finally let her go.

Seeing her red and swollen lips, Luo Huasheng chuckled with satisfaction and wiped the luster of her lips with his fingers: "I didn't see it. I didn't expect that after three years, Miss Zhao still enjoyed my kiss as usual. Miss Zhao, you are so hungry and thirsty. Does your boyfriend know that?"

Zhao bingyue's eyes were full of tears. She raised her hand to his face like she was humiliated. But the man's action was so fast that he soon grasped her hand and controlled her again.

The man's body forward, close to the woman's ear, low voice said: "so angry to do what, do you dare to deny that you just did not enjoy very comfortable?"

"Luo Huasheng, you rascal!" Zhao bingyue's voice with a trace of cry, the body because of anger and constantly shaking.

Those bloody eyes stare at him fiercely. Luo Huasheng suddenly remembers that three years ago, in order to divorce herself, she did not hesitate to climb to the top to force her death.

At that time, the way she looked at herself was like this, with hatred in her despair, as if she didn't want to communicate with him again.

Luo Huasheng's heart is like being cut off by a blunt knife. The hand holding Zhao bingyue's wrist can't help but add some strength.

But his eyes have been smiling: "Miss Zhao also knows that I am a hooligan. Should the hooligan do something that the hooligan should do before he agrees to your request, in order to meet my identity as a hooligan?"

Zhao bingyue didn't understand his meaning. She looked at him and agreed to her request. He meant that as long as she was willing to attend his wedding, he would never pester her again from now on, would he?

Luo Huasheng slowly put down her hand, and then stood up, hands in trouser pockets, tall and handsome, and finally did not forget to say: "on the day of my wedding, don't forget to come."

Zhao bingyue looks at his back as he leaves. The light outside the door shines in, making his body fuzzy.

Zhao bingyue was in a trance for a while. For a few seconds, she thought that all this was a dream, and everything became so unreal.

He is going to marry someone else. He will soon form a happy family with others. They will have many children and grow old together. From then on, he will never have any relationship with himself.

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