Chapter 321

After Mingke got out of the water, apart from gasping for breath and celebrating the rest of his life, what he wanted to do was slap the man in the face.

Did he know that she was really afraid that she would die in the sea! He made such a joke on her! If she had not been lucky enough to catch something, she might have sunk into the deep sea now!

Angry, panic, but floating up, or that empty out of the arm to pull on his neck.

"You bastard!" Her eyes were red with anger.

The night of the northern underworld is stuffy and hums. That slight stuffy hums and the strange blush on his face make the name who calms down after being frightened look silly slowly.

Golden eyes sprinkled on his face, which was stained with water. In addition to being so good-looking, it also gave birth to a bewitching atmosphere. Good Sexy

As soon as her heart was blocked, she immediately scolded her flower maniac, and even thought he was sexy! Even when I saw the blush on his face, I The body has such a little uncontrollable fever.

"Don't you want me to do you here?" Overhead, the northern night was filled with hoarse but obviously suppressed voice.

Mingke was slightly stunned.

"Ah The earth shaking screams broke the peace of the sea area immediately.

She was too scared to remember anything. She stopped and forgot to take him by the neck. So she went to the sea.

At the moment when she let go, Beiming night suddenly had a sense of emptiness that was completely abandoned. That emptiness made him feel bad.

I picked her up and held her in my arms. Looking at her gasping, I suddenly regretted it.

Just now, we should not remind her, we should Directly

As a result, a man turned black all the time and really taught a woman how to swim. Because a woman said that he had to keep his word. It was not easy for her to forget that she had a record of "not keeping his word" all night. At this time, she just wanted to change her image in front of her.

Although he has been touching this slippery body, and has been bewitched to even breathe disorderly and disorderly, he found that when she looked at herself with a kind of adoring eyes, the psychological satisfaction is really not comparable to the physical satisfaction.

Of course, physical and mental satisfaction is the best.

After playing in the sea for more than an hour, Mingke still couldn't learn to swim, but at least he learned how to hold his breath in the water. When he got up, he was so tired that he could hardly walk. It was the great president of Beiming who carried her up the escalator.

As soon as he got back on the deck, Ming didn't know what he was thinking of. He pushed him away and hurried to the cabin.

Beiming night took the escalator and closed the gate. As soon as he looked back, where was her petite figure on the deck? He touched the water on his face and then walked in.

By the time she got back to the cabin, she had taken off her wet swimsuit. She was wearing a skirt, and she was wearing it.

The disheveled appearance of the clothes brightened the eyes of the northern night, strode over, took the shirt that he put on the boat today, and threw it to her: "wear this."

"I have my own clothes." She glanced at the shirt on the bed with a look of disgust.

Why wear his clothes when you have them? This kind of shirt, she doesn't need to know what it will look like after wearing it. It's just for men to be YY objects.

She's not that stupid.

"No, no?" Seeing that she was still in a hurry to put the dress on his body, he took a step forward, and the tall body immediately stuck to her. The big palm went up from the waist, and suddenly became evil: "it's convenient to do things without wearing it."

"Wear it." She waved the claws that he was trying to reach out to, and resisted the impulse of rolling her eyes. She was still in a quiet and low voice: "wear it, I wear it."

It's just a shirt. Can't you wear it? Now at noon, if he was caught working here, she would not be able to get out before two or three o'clock. After swimming for more than an hour, she was tired even if she was just studying. Now she was almost hungry.

She got out of his arms and looked back at his wet swimming trunks. She read, "don't you change your clothes?"

"It depends on you first." He leaned against the desk and stared at her.

Mingke really has nothing to do with him. Once this man gets up, he just wants the rascal to go to the end. He can only compromise around him. He has to compromise again and again, and he has to compromise willingly.

Otherwise, he'll try his best Red face, picked up his shirt, turned around, will have half set in the body skirt off, the shirt to the batch to the body.

"Didn't I remind you to wear my clothes?" The voice behind him was low and ghostly, even a little scary: "it seems that I haven't torn my clothes for a long time, little clothes?"

She couldn't stop shivering. She didn't even have the strength to look back at him. She looked down at the little cloth on her body and scolded: beast! Animals, animals, animals!"It seems that..."

"I'll do it myself!" Stomp your feet, you can't afford to talk to him.

What a beast!

Five minutes later, beimingye, who had changed into a loose Nightgown, came out of the cabin with a petite girl in her arms. When she came out, she hesitated a little and took a subconscious look at the windows around her.

Fortunately, the curtains are tight.

Just a sigh of relief, behind her, the big palm that had fallen on her waist suddenly slipped down

She ran into the kitchen in her own scream and slammed the door.

It's empty. It's really uncomfortable. It's dead

The smile of the corner of the lips in the northern night is always there. It's a quick action to watch her rush into the kitchen. The color of the eyes becomes more deep in a moment.

It seems that he is too gentle to her, so that she has so much energy to do other things when she is by his side. Is this his failure?

He decided to make up for it tonight, waiting for tomorrow to see her weak and fragile, and then, like now, only wearing his shirt

It must be very beautiful.

Chueh Chueh's smile was still there. He went to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of red wine. He took a newspaper and sat down in front of the sofa. He folded his long legs and read the newspaper leisurely, waiting for the little woman to prepare the meal and come out to serve himself.

Half an hour later, the hungry man threw the newspaper in his hand and walked to the kitchen