Chapter 296

His bad, evil voice sounded in her ear

"..." Yan Zitong looked up and felt like crying without tears

she's digging her own hole and jumping

so in front of this old fox, no matter what, you can't get any advantage

Rong Si flushed her hair and her whole body. Then he took a bathrobe and wrapped her up. Then he took her out of the bathroom

as for himself, er... He didn't even have a bath towel around him, so he came out with such a big stab

Yan Zitong has always felt that there is no bottom line for this man

although his moral integrity was not so good when I first met him, at least it was just playing with hooligans. But now, it's not just mouth use, it's hand foot mouth use

Yan Zi Tong, who is held by him, can always feel a touch of hot energy passing on the flames

he hooked his lips with a smile, which was so infectious that she couldn't open her eyes. With a bad smile, he said, "Mrs. Rong, I'm saving your strength."

save your strength

Rong Si takes her into the room, makes her sit on the bed, and then turns to get the hair dryer

"come on, my darling, tell me where my meat is white?" His vicious voice sounded above her head with a trace of teasing

the corner of yanzitong's mouth twitches again

do you want to pick bones in eggs like this? Is that what she meant

"sit down and blow dry your hair!" He stood in front of her, with a hair dryer in his hand, and said in a deep voice to her

"..."

yanzitong no longer knows what words to use to describe her mood at the moment

he just stood in front of her naked and said, "sit down and blow dry your hair.". But the question is, how can you make her sit calmly and calmly when you just stand in front of her

she was sure that the man must have done it on purpose

however, he seems not uncomfortable at all, holding a hair dryer in his left hand, rubbing her hair in his right hand, and working seriously

Yan Zitong is not calm. It's a kind of torture, and it's inhuman

even if she closed her eyes, her mind was full of pictures of Rong Xiaosi nodding to her with her head held high. That just faded down the red halo "whoosh" once red, and then with the general fire up

the breath of the thick ink is puffing forward, so the most painful thing is Rong Si

the breath of the fire sprinkled on his majesty, which made his burning place more warm and warm. It was almost like a burning fire

the hand holding the hair dryer was stiff, even slightly shaking

this is absolutely a kind of self torture and mutilation. I knew that even a bath towel would be better than it is now

another thing after drying her hair is to change the dressing for her wound, three times a day

the wound recovered well, and the medicine he gave her was also the best. We can take the stitches out in a few days. I hope there won't be any scars

looking at his skillful movements, Yan Zitong's heart rises a touch of warmth, and then looks at him without blinking. In addition to love, there is also a touch of respect in his eyes

"Why are you here again?" She looked at him and asked softly, "it's been a long time since I went to the company. Doesn't it affect me?"

"ha ha!" With a smile, she sat down on her lap, put her hands around his neck, and said with a smile, "so, are you going to be idle again?"

he reached out and pinched the tip of her nose. He said solemnly, "no, I have a very important business now.""What?" She looked at him with a confused face, and before waiting for her reaction, she only felt that she was pressed under her body

he trapped her in his arms, looked at her unfathomably with a smiling face, and said, "accompany your wife and have a son."

kissing, domineering and tangled, hot and arrogant, is like swallowing her whole body

...

his whole body is like crushed slag. He doesn't want to move, even a finger. The whole person is too lazy to stay in bed, even the eyelids are too lazy to open

the warm sunshine shines on the big bed through the thin screen curtain, and the people on the bed are like a kitten in the quilt

"put your hand out and change the dressing." There was a familiar and gentle voice overhead