Chapter 288

Until xibaibai lay back in bed, Han Xiaoye still had no aftertaste.

Fu Zhiyan didn't want to get married... Fu Zhiyan still likes her

I like

The corner of her mouth was caught with a fishhook. She couldn't even press it down. It was so sweet that she felt like she was dreaming. She turned her eyes, could not help but want to confirm, "little uncle."

"Yes?" The man at his desk is reading the papers carefully.

Slender fingers and white paper complement each other, very good-looking, just like shooting a blockbuster.

man But before sweet, she didn't forget her purpose, blinked her eyes and said naturally, "let's do it."

Do it!

Fu Zhiyan's hand of looking through the document was stunned, his temple suddenly jumped down, and his dumb voice glared at the calm eyes of Danfeng, "don't make trouble."

Han Xiaoye was wronged. She didn't make trouble. She invited him so seriously. However, in the process of revolution, we should work hard, then decline, and finally exhaust. She was all invited in a hurry, though she was ignored. However, he said that we should learn to hibernate at the critical moment when we march and fight. The victory of the revolution belongs to the calm people. man

Fu Zhiyan thought that the hooligan would refute him with a big argument, but he didn't expect that the room was quiet.

This kind of unusual quiet, let him have a kind of unspeakable irritability.

Fu Zhiyan rubbed his swollen temple, put down the document, stood up and prepared to make a cup of coffee.

Just as he passed the big bed, his neck was suddenly caught by someone, and he fell on the bed. Fortunately, he had a quick eye and a quick hand, so he supported his arms at the last moment and didn't directly press on the person under him.

Almost dangerous, Fu Zhiyan thin lips hidden anger of pursed into a straight line, Danfeng eyes narrowed, "Han Xiaoye, you..."

Just a word of the lesson, the little woman who didn't know how much she had made had raised her head and blocked his thin lips.

Although it's still the same, Han Xiaoye feels that the taste is totally different now.

Before that, she thought that she had to take the dog with her, and she was almost sad to death, so she felt bitter and astringent. Now it's different. It's still the same thin lip. She thinks there's honey hidden in his mouth, which makes her want to kiss and hug him more.

She does what she thinks.

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Sweet, has been sweet honey all rolled into his mouth, Han Xiaoye just reluctant to let go. The eyes were so bright, "little uncle, let's do it."

She felt like she was dreaming now.

Apart from the "substantial" proof, she couldn't think of anything else that would make her floating heart more stable.

pretty

"Well." Fu Zhiyan snorted, and Danfeng's eyes became dizzy and dyed a bright red color.

His eyes are naturally beautiful. The rare shape of Danfeng's eyes always makes people attractive. If it wasn't for his cold face, he would be thousands of miles away. pretty At this moment, the ice and snow in his eyes is melting, and the man who is already attractive is even more enchanting and noble!

Han Xiaoye which can not see, in the heart itch of Yang Qi head, suddenly pecked under his eye tail.

In her opinion, kissing eyes is a personal behavior at most, and it is absolutely not provocative. But in Fu Zhiyan's opinion, the people under him are playing with fire!

What's more, people who play with fire don't know that they play with fire by themselves. They dare to kiss their chin from their eyes, and then bite his clavicle!

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The fire in the belly is burning. Before Feng Mou is completely dark, he gives her the last chance, "Han Xiaoye, it's still time to stop."

Is there time to stop? Han Xiaoye blinked his eyes, which were full of cunning. She shamelessly pinched the gun on her hand and raised the corner of her mouth, "but can my little uncle stop in time? What's the next sentence? "

——The arrow is on the string, I have to send it!

She knew what the next sentence was, but she refused to say it. Say half also action ambiguous so a grip a loose and a grip, clearly is the red fruit playing with fire!.

This kind of situation, to be able to hold back, it is not that man is a God without desire. Fu Zhiyan lowers her head and catches her red mouth.

Compared with Han Xiaoye's skirmish, he is more like a strong plunder.

There is little oxygen left in the lung, and Han Xiaoye is not willing to be outdone and wants to regain sovereignty. But the resistance was ruthlessly suppressed.

There are a series of strawberry marks on the collarbone and neck.

She felt the nerve endings tingle, and a shameful void welled up. In the films she and Qiqi watched, only the process and action were performed, and it was impossible to show the feelings of the female owner. She didn't know that her reaction was abnormal, but she felt ashamed instinctively.

pharynx

blamed!

Fu Zhiyan's full forehead was wet with sweat, and the glistening beads of sweat rolled down his perfect contour. His thin lips pursed, and the next second blocked the mouth of the people under him. The big hand is in control of her life-threatening little hand, which can't be refused by her.

Han Xiaoye just feels numb at the tip of his tongue.

The whole person is muddled like a fish in the water, eager for something.

In the middle of her dream, the palm of her hand was suddenly burned, and she opened her eyes. Before I could know what was going on, I was already picked up.

man In the eye also has not spread the gorgeous color, but has restored the usual restraint abstinence high cold look, "want me to help you wash?"

Wash?

What do you wash?

He doesn't mean that's the end of it, does he?

Han Xiaoye was struck by lightning.

There is no such thing! She's not even rolling the sheets, is that it?

She was depressed, depressed, hit, angrily pushed people out, "I wash myself!"