"What?" Lin Xiaojuan's voice instantly rose, and the children's painting retreated again holding the quilt, "personal opinion, personal opinion."

"She couldn't figure it out. She almost died when she gave birth!" Lin Xiaojuan said more and more angrily, "where is this man? Where is this man? It's been seven years. When my brother didn't die, Qianshu and I had a handful of excrement and urine, and he would enjoy it?"

"Yes, too much, irresponsible!" Children's paintings share a common hatred.

"Stop acting. I can see that you like him, too."

"Wronged." Tong Hua's eyes widened, and he was shocked by a sentence, "I hate him the most, we don't know each other."

Lin Xiaojuan Leng hum, angrily took her mobile phone and posted Shen Qianshu's microblog. She originally wanted to send a dynamic message, but she found that the hot search was full of Yeling, almost all of whom scolded Yeling. With all kinds of headlines, Lin Xiaojuan only felt comfortable.

A city, in the villa in the suburb of Yeling.

He sat by the pool alone. Tonight, the moon was very round and the light was dim, setting off the men beside the pool. His eyes were obscure. The dim light of the pool was like a black fog in a golden bead. Occasionally, it flashed over his amber eyes and was plated with a layer of mystery. There was an unspeakable mystery and charm on him, like a poppy, which made people can't help entering. Beside the pool, there was a thick white carpet.

At Yeling's hand, there was a glass of red wine. He slightly closed his eyes and stretched his legs. The white camellias were not abrupt on him, rendering a kind of purity to his mysterious style.

Shen Qianshu stopped one meter away and looked at him in a daze.

After seven years, she was not ready for another reunion.

She and he had no time to have a long talk, to peel off the pain of each other for seven years, and to show the scars that could not scar. Fate pulled them together again. Shen Qianshu thought, her heart was resistant, but she was attracted.

This attraction is fatal!

"When are you going to stand?" Yeling suddenly made a sound. He didn't open his eyes, but he had noticed her coming.

Shen Qianshu looked at him with a smile, and his heavy thoughts weighed down. He opened his mouth with sweet words, "Sir's appearance has its own beauty effect. I can stand and watch it for a lifetime."

Yeling opened his eyes, and the water in the pool was reflected in his eyes, spreading an inconspicuous smile. Shen Qianshu took off his shoes and walked over on a white wool carpet. His white feet and pink nails were clean and slender. Yeling thought of seeing her for the first time seven years ago. She was so barefoot, stepping on the carpet in the castle, silently approaching her, with the smile and brightness of early spring.

Shen Qianshu came to him and leaned slightly. Yeling looked at her expressionless. Her amber eyes were deep. Shen Qianshu suddenly smiled, kissed his lips, and gently bit his lips naughtily.

"Keep my promise." This is today's promise on stage, a mouthful of juice and a kiss.

Yeling snorted coldly, and the tip of his tongue swept the bitten lip beads. Shen Qianshu's neck was hot, and he shivered all over his body, and goose bumps all over his body. God, it's too evil! This kind of rogue action, he made an unexpected color clear.

Invisible flirtation is the most fatal.

He didn't know how much he wanted to be knocked down and eaten like this.

Atmosphere, ambiguous spread.

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Happy weekend, girls!!