Chapter 49

"How to be interested?"

A cold voice came from the top of her head. Fu Xiaoqian's feet on the stairs stopped in the air and lifted her eyes. Liao Zhenbo didn't know when he was standing by the railing. His cold amber eyes were shining on the edge of the ice. On his face, he had a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

He has a sense of compulsion that people can't help but stop, and then want to escape from his sight. There is also a kind of breath that leads without sending. Maybe this kind of cold has already gone deep into the bone marrow and integrated with him. So just looking at Fu Xiaoqian faintly, her cold hair suddenly stands up, she subconsciously tightens the tight son, then raises her head high, and continues to move under her feet.

"For him?" The tone of flat tone has a rising radian, and the tail tone drags on for a long time, as if to pry into someone's real thoughts in the tone of procrastination. The first time to update a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle, tightly coagulating the changes on Fu Xiaoqian's face.

For him? Does he already know something? Yes, for a ruler like him, who is high above the city and can stretch out his claws to every corner of the city, and who holds the economic lifeline, what can he not find and know.

Fu Xiaoqian's white cheek, after a short period of bleary, shakes a smile, but in her bright eyes, with a strong irony.

"Yes." Stand still in front of Liao Zhenbo's eyes, light swept willow eyebrows high up, transmitting the eyes of peerless elegance, provocatively looking at Liao Zhenbo's eyes sinking into the dark valley.

Cold, such as falling into the Millennium ice cold evil breath around Fu Xiaoqian's body, inexplicably her whole body strength seems to have been evacuated in general, a soft body, Fu Xiaoqian suddenly reached out and grasped the corridor handrail. At the bottom of her heart, she told herself that she could not be deterred or knocked down at this time. Her hands were tighter and her breath was full of protest and tenderness. "Does Mr. Liao still want to control my heart?"

"Ha ~ ~" Liao Zhenbo suddenly laughs, so much so that his whole body is shaking. It seems that the heat of his whole body is converging to the fundus of his eyes, but the center of his pupils is like a thousand mountains and rivers away. He can't feel the heat, and it's getting colder and colder.

"What do you say? Mrs. Liao Fu Xiaoqian's sharp jaw was suddenly gripped by his powerful big palm. His fingers with distinct knuckles were like steel casting. The more he pinched, the tighter he was.

Fu Xiaoqian's fine jaw, pain, slowly become numb. It seems that if he only adds a little more force, he will be dislocated and broken under his big hand.

Fu Xiaoqian didn't beg for mercy because of the pain of broken bones. She just raised her head higher, and her red eyes locked Liao Zhenbo's distorted face. She deliberately ignored all this.

The pain made the muscles on her face spasm, and the hand holding the railing was losing strength little by little, but the stubborn will at the bottom of her heart kept supporting her, and the corner of her mouth began to smile, "I'm afraid Mr. Liao can't do it." The voice squeezed out of the throat was very light and thin, with trembling, but it was firm as never before.

Fu Xiaoqian, who only focuses on provocation, doesn't notice that the danger is encircling her and slowly closing in, trapping her in the center.

"Mrs. Liu is afraid I can't? Why don't you try? " His condescending eyes reflected Fu Xiaoqian's proud face. The determination and firmness in her eyes were like thousands of wool needles, which were tightly stuck in his heart. The pain was extreme, the pain was indescribable, and the pain could not be revealed.

Liao Zhenbo looks like an eagle hovering over Fu Xiaoqian's head. Seeing the prey suddenly swoop down, his open claws tightly clasp Fu Xiaoqian's soft Yi holding the railing.

Instantly tighten, pull her arm suddenly hit his chest, soft body hit him only across the thin cloth body.

Very painful, that kind of pain is direct to the bottom of the heart, leading to the four limbs.

"It hurts." Before she thought about it, the word flew out of her lips. She reached out and pressed his chest, trying to push herself away from her.

This is the second time, they are so close, but this time, compared with the last time, the impact on the appearance is more violent.

Maybe it's because her hand is touching his masculine features and is teasing a passionate man.

And this man wants to incarnate as a beast more than a thousand times, strip her naked, meet him sincerely, and then bite her, devour her and become one with her.

Liao Zhenbo breathed heavily, and a hot and dry air burst out from under his body and rushed straight to his head. The first time to update

he took Fu Xiaoqian's arm and put it around her waist, like a brand tightly around her, pressing closer to himself.

Fit, seamless, as if born is a person, but was born to split, will be divided into two.

This kind of cognition adds a little bit to Liao Zhenbo's body heat. The scorching heat is like countless spheres dragging flames, constantly crashing into his heart wall, looking for the outlet of release.

Mingming has already passed his young age, but this little thing can easily make him become manic and frivolous.The hand holding her jaw jerked, forcing her to face herself.

As soon as his eyes sank, his cold thin lips were so close to each other, and their breath was closely intertwined with each other. His eyes were intertwined with hers.

Just a kiss is no longer enough to satisfy him. His body clamors for more.

What has been suppressed for many days is awakening.

If her lips are poppies, then he is a beast who would rather sink in poppies.

His tongue, full of her mouth, does not leave a gap, absorb her sweetness, her protest will be a bit left to swallow.

The fireball in his body hit more fiercely, as if countless fires were ignited in an instant, burning his last trace of reason.

His uncontrollable strength tightened even more fiercely. His fiery big palm pinched her waist, and then he went down

This kind of feeling is too strange, let her subconsciously want to avoid, she was anxious, warm liquid along the very warped nose into the mouth.

The taste of salty and astringent overflowed their mouths. The tears didn't extinguish Liao Zhenbo's, but they were like gasoline, fueling the fire in his heart.

He whirled her into the room, and then, with a bang, the door was kicked.

There were three violent earthquakes in the doorframe, and finally it was quiet.

But can't close a room of romantic breath.

The door was quiet after a bang.

It's just that the enclosed space blocked out seems to make the temperature of the first room rise more sharply.

After holding Fu Xiaoqian in his arms, Liao Zhenbo throws her into the European style big bed. His thin back hits the wooden bed, causing pain.

Thanks to the softness of the quilt, some of her pain was slightly relieved.

It's just that Liao Zhenbo's unique flavor, at the moment when she fell into the soft quilt, overwhelmed her features.

She fully realized the taste of fear. At the moment, she felt like a lamb to be slaughtered. Under the attack of hungry wolves, she had forgotten the ability to resist. With a pair of frightened eyes, he tried to wake up the conscience of the hungry red eyed wolf. The first time to update

"No." Fu Xiaoqian's soft and feeble arms supported on both sides of the bed, her feet following the force of the bed, trying to retreat and escape from the dangerous atmosphere.

For Liao Zhenbo, who has already lost his mind, these unrelenting resistance are more like silent temptation and invitation.

When he pulled his broad palm on his chest, the button of his already wide morning jacket cracked in an instant. He was like a king standing at the top of the mountain. With a wave of his hand, the best silk in the air was like an eagle shaking its arms, sliding an elegant parabola, covering the black carpet, dormant and ready to go.

The honey chest with clear texture suddenly exposed in front of Fu Xiaoqian's eyes. Her eyes were shining, and her eyes moved down slowly from his face.

This is the first time, the first time to see such a majestic male chest, she did not feel swallow saliva, this is a panic action.

In Liao Zhenbo's eyes, however, there is an atmosphere of temptation. He approaches step by step, locking and appreciating his own prey.

Fu Xiaoqian released her arms to encircle her chest.

But it was also this action that she fell heavily into the soft quilt again. Her hair was as soft and green as seaweed. She was thrown into the air by the sudden force and scattered on the white soft quilt again.

At the moment, she is like a spirit roaming in the deep sea. Suddenly, a ray of golden light comes. She is frightened by strange things, but curiously moves into the warmth.

Liao Zhenbo's eyes at this time of her is such a look.

No longer willing to waste half a second, he grabbed her soft and white wrists rubbing against the quilt. Her feet were so small, so soft and boneless. Without any precaution, she jerked at herself. The strength is fierce with deep pity.

He leaned down, knelt on the edge of the bed, kissed her toes devoutly with hot lips, and then moved up inch by inch.

It was as if his lips were carrying electric current. Everywhere he went, there was a torrent, which came fiercely and hit her fragile heart one after another.

This kind of feeling is too strange, she is a little at a loss, staring at him constantly attacking the pool and plundering the ground, and unable to make any response.

Just when she is still unconscious, Liao Zhenbo has come to her private garden. He stops.

He raised his pale brown evil eyes and looked at her. The light at the bottom of the eyes was like Satan from hell. "This is mine." Soft and vague voice with overbearing possession.

She had a violent shock.