Chapter 59

Buried in her long and sweaty neck, Fu Xiaoqian wanted to retreat, but he was shackled in his chest, "don't move, goblin." In order to punish her for flinching, Liao Zhenbo takes a bite on her porcelain white neck.

Fu Xiaoqian eats the pain, raises both arms to push Liao Zhenbo, wants to escape from his encirclement. But Liao Zhenbo's hoarse, decadent warning voice came from his ear, "move again, be careful I'll eat you now."

This warning is too effective, Fu Xiaoqian is against Liao Zhenbo waist side of the hand, so static, let him hold himself, let his breath unreservedly collide with his senses, retreat is not into is not.

Fu Xiaoqian, who is slowly returning to her mind, finds that there is a burning iron in her abdomen, and the temperature seems to be rising all the way. No matter how ignorant the 24-year-old girl is, she also knows what this means. She carefully pulls apart some distance from each other, but she never thinks that the hot owners are close to each other, playing with each other.

Retreating, retreating, Fu Xiaoqian heel touched the hard wall, she knew that she had no way to retreat, weak voice of mosquitoes and flies in the appeal, "good heat, let go of some good?" After that, I felt that there seemed to be something wrong, a pair of residual eyes, flashing, I don't know where to go.

"I'm hot, too. You light it, but you are not responsible for cooling me, you little villain. " In Liao Zhenbo's lazy voice, he was obviously helpless. With a wave of his hand, Liao Zhenbo, who can stir up the color of the market, is defeated by a little girl who is so raw but beautiful that she can't control herself.

I'm afraid it will make people laugh, but he is happy with it.

"It's clear that you started it first, and the villains will complain first." Fu Xiaoqian is also reluctant, she does not want to let someone get cheap also sell good, Du mouth back to him.

"Now that you've been set on fire, we'll fight each other. What do you think?" Fu Xiaoqian didn't expect that she fell into Liao Zhenbo's language trap. She remembered that she jumped a little and found that her language function was almost back to the kindergarten level in front of this person.

It seems that Wen can't do it, but Wu can do it. Holding his hand around his waist, he clenched his fist and pounded him on his waist in a dream, but he didn't want to exchange for his own cry of pain, "it's so painful. How hard is the meat on your waist."

"Hard, strong. Otherwise, how can I satisfy my little baby He took it for granted, but his face was as red as a steamed lobster.

"You are so thick skinned that you can use it as a drum. Do you think shame is fun? Is your moral concept unlimited Fu Xiaoqian mercilessly gouged out his one eye, Jiao angry way. Smart eyes, gululu turn a circle, lips out of a charming peach, but the foot is suddenly raised, stomp down.

Without stepping on it, the man seemed to be able to penetrate her mind. At the moment when she raised her foot, she had quietly moved away. Fu Xiaoqian's foot was full of strength. It can be imagined that the barefoot bumped into the ground like this.

"You..." Pain Fu Xiaoqian eyes flashing tears, face unwilling.

"Well, I'm wrong." Liao Zhenbo holds up Fu Xiaoqian's white face, low voice, low voice of comfort, full of apology. Then, leaning forward, he kisses her crystal tears from the corner of his eyes. And her tears seem to become more turbulent, he seems to be at a loss, as if to treat a child, words with tease, "otherwise, my feet do not move, let you step back?"

"Who's going to step on it?" Although treated as a child by him, Fu Xiaoqian broke her tears into a smile. She gave Liao Zhenbo a bad look. He would not understand. He was moved. Fu Xiaoqian does not understand why such a bully, who is superior to thousands of people, will try to please her so deliberately. She didn't know what virtue she was and how she could be cared by him in the palm of her hand.

But she wanted to escape, because everything was too unreal, too unreal.

These two days, she felt as if she was living in the clouds, white, can't see the front, but soft touch her heart.

Why are the people you trust, described by your parents, zhuoran and Mu Huan, completely different from the people you come into contact with? It's chaotic, the reality is complicated.

"In the face of such a wonderful man, I dare to think of something else. How can I punish you?" Liao Zhenbo pretends to be angry, and prints a kiss on Fu Xiaoqian's chest, but this kiss carries the overbearing possession, and does not give up revenge.

Fu Xiaoqian is in a trance. At the moment, he is just like a big brother next door, desperate for love and occupation.

"Which is the real you?" All of a sudden, she has asked the words.

"Give me time and I'll make you understand." Liao Zhenbo raised his finger with distinct knuckles and gently wiped away the damp heat left by the kiss. But the white skin, just like the sheepskin's, opened a delicate peach blossom under his slender fingers.

He was very satisfied with his work and appreciated the brand he had engraved. It seemed that she had completely belonged to him.

It's a great feeling!

"Come on, tidy up. Let's go to work together." Liao Zhenbo pinches a few strands of hair on Fu Xiaoqian's forehead and closes them behind his ears. Then he stretched out his hand to straighten the black silk scarf, which he did not know where to turn, and hung it on his chest. Fingertips seem to cross her chest unintentionally. Fu Xiaoqian grabs his hand."I'll do it myself." She bowed her head and found her embarrassment. The hem of her dress was lifted to the bottom of her thigh, and her trousers were slanted on her thigh. The position of the arm and the chest is out of the bud of desire.

"I'm going to change." Then look at the man standing in front, except for the crease of his shirt, everything is as usual. Straight and handsome with a hint of lazy sexy, she can not calm down. He fiddled with his dress and tried to escape to the dressing room. Update at the first time

"no, that's good." Liao Zhenbo stopped her from leaving. "It's more convincing." Then he reached out again and groomed her.

Fu Xiaoqian was bewitched by him, but she didn't insist on her own point of view. She stood there obediently and let him play with her.

When everything was in order, he took her hand with the ring and put it in front of her, and his eyes became more serious and affectionate.

"When I bought this gem, I spent seven million. Do you remember?"

"Well." Of course, she spent so much money to buy such a stone for him at that time, and she was distressed for a long time.

"Remember, seven is the month." His voice rang out again, his eyes were misty, and he seemed to fall into some memories.

"Just to remember the month, would you be too extravagant?" If you have money, you don't have to be so willful. It's not more meaningful to donate it to the hope primary school. Fu Xiaoqian could not feel the same artistic conception as Liao Zhenbo.

"Shh." Liao Zhenbo's finger is against Fu Xiaoqian's attractive lips like petals. His eyes are close to Fu Xiaoqian. He wants her to know, "that month of that year, in my life, it can't be measured by money."

In the end, the July of that year will make this man feel so much, memory will be so meaningful in his heart.

Fu Xiaoqian also sprouted the idea of trying to find out. She felt a circle of sadness in her heart. Was she jealous of that memory?

No, she denied it from the bottom of her heart.

"Since it's your memory, why don't you wear it yourself?" Just in the heart denied, but the mouth has completely leaked it. There's a taste in the voice. It sounds awkward. Fu Xiaoqian herself also realized this, she was angry to take it off, the ring seems to grow on her body, how to pull out also can't pull out.

"Don't pick it, will you?" Liao Zhenbo protected her fingers. "Here's a memory for me and a copy for you."

Fu Xiaoqian's action completely stopped. She raised her eyes and looked at him suspiciously. She searched hard to find the memory he mentioned. However, no matter how hard she racked her brains, she still could not find a trace of a certain July, "my? You lied to me. Why don't I know? "

There is a trace of regret hidden in the voice.

Sunlight from the window, the light sprinkled all over the room, everything in the room is invisible, even Fu Xiaoqian this hidden regret is about to be picked out, exposed to the sun.

She quickly turned around and avoided the eyes of Liao Zhenbo who wanted to study deeply. "Let's go, it's a long time."

Even she did not expect that she would be here with Liao Zhenbo, talking about such a private and in-depth topic in his bedroom, and she seemed to enjoy such a feeling, and even had been deeply involved.

Ah, I'm not reluctant.

Even if he was a little angry, he had to give up. His arm wrapped around her slender waist, put her into his arm, so protect her around, accompany life is also very good, is his greedy, take your time, he thought.

"Young master, madam, will you come back to eat in the evening?" The old man, who has been bent down by the years, has stood respectfully at the corner of the stairs, with a smile on his face, as if flowers were blooming in the crevice of the wrinkles.

"No, Bingbing and I have dinner at night."

"Dinner?" Fu Xiaoqian side Mou, she how don't know. The man who is used to making decisions will start to make decisions for her again.

"For the first time, I have to be very busy to appear in front of you so ceremoniously." The voice is harmonious. It's an explanation for her. People who know Liao Zhenbo feel that Fu Xiaoqian should be grateful at this time, because he has always been the king above, and his words represent all the truths. He is arrogant in the world. Why should he be reduced to a dinner and waste too much words.

I didn't dwell on this topic for a long time, because one morning they had already wasted too much time on meaningless things.