The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 387, the hand raises a slap in the face of his face.

The season warmed up on the door, and the other hand lifted up, grabbed the man's sleeves, turned his head, and raised his eyes to look at the man's faint look: "Say, ink deep."

The man’s eyebrows were all indifferent, and he looked at her without fear. He did not answer.

"You said ah." The warmth slowly stood in front of the door, and both hands were holding the door behind him: "Tell me more and more, let me completely die, say!"

"Don't give up, what else can you do?" Mo Jingshen looked at the reds that had been brewed in her eyes. The eyes were so deep, and the lips seemed to be a chilly arc: "You want to borrow from you." What kind of night did the wine and my drink make up for a night? Or do you think that you have enough charm to make me repeat the same in your body?"

The man said that the slender and well-defined fingers skillfully pinched her chin and did not force her to let the door open.

She was softly attached to the door, almost slipping down, and her hand was weakly supported on the doorknob to stand firm.

Even she didn't even have the strength to look up and look at his face. He could only hear the cold words smashing from the top of his head: "Since I have never refused to divorce, from a legal point of view, I seem to be able to I have to do this couple’s obligations several times before I get divorced. I think you should miss it."

The warmth of the season is not to be taken care of. The whole person leans on the door and lowers his head.

Her fingers pressed against the door's handle, and when she heard the man's cold smile, his hand slammed loosely on the doorknob, then raised his hand and slammed his hand on his face. -

He didn't intend to stop, just stood still in front of her and looked at her, but her hand still didn't fall, just stuck in the air, watching the man's thin, cool, cold expression, before the day Black Bentley, who was galloping in front of her at the Los Angeles Expressway.

The warm hands of the season are so stiff in midair.

Then slowly put down his hands, clenched his fists, and his nails fell deeply into his palm.

"Ink Jing Shen, even if I have left a bad impression on you, but you will not forget all the feelings we have had for so long, so cruel to me, are you really good?"

The corner of his mouth was a cold and stinging arc. Looking at her eyes, it was deep and shallow. I didn’t know which of his sentences was true. It was just a fake, but the voice was faint: "Really, you are standing now. Here, even if I really jumped off the balcony, I wouldn’t feel anything, but what about good feelings and bad feelings?"

The warm hand was loose and tight, tight and loose, and finally leaned on the door panel. She looked down at the foot on the ground that she had been standing naked, closed her eyes, and then pulled a smile on her face. I know who I am laughing at.

She forced her strength to unscrew the door handle behind her, and then, when the door opened, she picked up the bag on the shoe cabinet at the door, regardless of the wetness on her body and head, and turned and walked away.

“Where to go?” Mo Jing asked.

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