Listen to Chang Cong, some men can't help it.

I always wanted to listen to what Chang Cong said. After all, it's rare for this woman to look like this. Maybe I won't listen this time, and I won't find another chance like this in the future.

It has to be said that Feng Tingmo's grasp of Chang Cong's mind is very accurate, and she can't understand her character any more. It must be unusual to know such an opportunity.

So the man didn't make any sound from the beginning to the end, just listening in silence.

But now, it seems that the situation is developing in a strange direction?

I didn't expect that this woman had such a mind!

"Woman, do you even want to run away?"

In the quiet room, suddenly there was a man's voice, which was a little low. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the hoarseness in the voice.

Congee, congee, congee??? Is she hallucinating? Otherwise why, she seems to hear the man's voice? What's more, the sound seems familiar?

Often porridge silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, instantly closed his eyes.

Illusion, illusion, must be illusion!

There is no third person in this room.

What she said just now is not what she said. Then, only

At the thought of a certain possibility, Chang Cong's heart suddenly clapped, and her heart began to beat wildly. Chang Cong didn't dare to breathe. She felt that if she breathed too much

The heart will jump out with the breath! She's scared!

Therefore, to pray to heaven, all these are illusions.

"Oh, don't think about it, it's not an illusion!"

The man side head, saw often gruel gruel stupid appearance.

Eyes tightly closed, mouth slightly pursed, head down, as if in prayer.

Feng Tingmo sneered directly. Stupid woman, she didn't find it. As long as she was nervous, would it be like this?

Feng Tingmo is just like a mind reader. Although Chang Cong didn't say anything, Feng Tingmo can see what Chang Cong was thinking.

Besides, the guess is not bad at all.

“!!!” Now, with Feng Tingmo's voice ringing again, Chang Cong's heart stopped beating completely. She wished she would faint directly!

But damn it, I don't know how it happened. Originally, I've been in a daze all the time. I'll be especially sober. There's no sign of fainting at all!

Otherwise, pretend to be dizzy?

No, no, just because of her poor acting skills, this man is so smart. I think he will be seen to have some flaws. At that time, he will be miserable

Often porridge is still dead, eyes closed, in the heart of heaven and man fighting, trying to find what trace can let oneself not so nervous.

Find a way, find a way, find a way quickly!

She wanted to find a way to get in directly, and the embarrassment was almost out.

Suddenly heard a man's voice, often porridge porridge almost even to stop breathing, this is how to return a responsibility ah, Hello!

She had just confirmed that Feng Tingmo was in a coma. When she came in, she also asked about the fire. He said that Feng Tingmo's injury would not wake up until night at least.

What's the matter now? The sun is still hanging high in the sky. How could the man who should have fallen asleep wake up!

It is reasonable to say that Fengting should not wake up. He should be happy.

However, now Chang Cong is more concerned about when this man woke up! How much nonsense did the man hear? Hello!

Chang Cong's heart is broken!

"Why don't you open your eyes?" Feng Tingmo looks coldly at Chang Cong's self deception. It's really

Stupid lovely ah, man's eyes flashed a dark.

Although the voice sounds like fierce, but in fact, as long as you open your eyes, you will find that there is no anger in men's eyes at this time.

On the contrary, the corners of the mouth slightly hook, obviously in a good mood.

"Well?" The slightly rising ending completely reminds Chang Cong of some familiar scenes, well, those pictures that make people easily turn red when they think of them.

Instant let and often porridge body a excited, dead bite lips, it is like making a choice between life and death in general, see people are anxious for her.

Feng Tingmo is no longer urging, looking at the present appearance of Chang Cong with great interest.

The body is stiff sitting at the bedside, a look is very stiff, eyelashes quiver ah quiver, often porridge originally eyelashes are very long, this will be surprised, is flickering.

Teeth slightly biting the lips, but to her lips added some scarlet color.

It looks delicious

Our chief executive, Feng, can't help but secretly aftertaste the taste of his lips, so... The look inside his eyes is even darker.

But often porridge without feeling, I don't know if it is because of tension lead to some dry mouth, slightly out of the tongue to gently lick the mouth.

Pink tongue gently swept the lips, it seems to be tempting to taste in general.

"Boom..." Feng Tingmo just saw this scene. His blood seemed to be ignited in a moment. Looking at Chang Cong's sight, it became hot and anxious, just like a wolf saw a piece of fat meat.

The inside of the eyes seems to glow.

This woman... Is a damned attraction to his ideas! Every move seemed to stir up his nerves.

But the party knows nothing, leaving him alone, scratching his heart and lungs!

But it doesn't matter. Don't worry. At this moment, one day he will let this woman know the consequences of her previous words and deeds!

At the moment, President Feng, who has no way to move but is receiving Chang Cong's invisible provocation, turns black in silence. One day in the future, Chang Cong will be severely pressed by someone, and then he will know

It turns out that so long ago, this man began to calculate the accounts silently for her

Often porridge cry injustice, who knows at that time, that man so uncomfortable ah! She didn't do anything. Why should she be reasonable!

But will our president Feng reason with Chang Cong! Naturally, it's impossible. At that time, changcong was just like a sheep. We let our Fengda president settle the accounts!

Of course, it's all in the future. Now is the time when nothing happened.

In front of the scene is, often gruel unknowingly do provocative action.