Chapter 2917

She said it with dignity, but the look at her body was not reserved at all.

Huarong is not a big girl with yellow flowers. It doesn't matter if she is seen by Fengjin. But now she doesn't want to take advantage of Fengjin. She reaches out to lift the quilt. Her delicate and delicate body is wrapped in the soft quilt and doesn't give it a look.

Feng Jin opened the wardrobe and picked out a bright red Strapless skirt for her.

Huarong took over and was about to wear it. She frowned, staring at the skirt, and her eyebrows were more and more tight.

Damn, this dress looks damn familiar?

She turned around in disbelief, regardless of her clothes, ran to the window and lifted the curtain directly.

The sunlight shining out of the window made her eyes ache. She looked at the familiar scenery out of the window in disbelief. She turned and roared at Fengjin angrily: "what the hell is going on?"

Feng Jin casually leans on the wardrobe, and has leisure to educate her: "girls don't say dirty words."

Hua Rong is so angry that she is familiar with this skirt.

Not familiar?

Isn't this the old clothes she left behind in the villa three years ago?

"How long have I been sleeping?"

Phoenix brocade Obsidian one eye dark deep eye son to gaze at her, light way: "two days."

Huarong almost wants to be angry to faint: "you give me medicine?"

Two days.

She was brought directly back to Tongcheng by him from the United States.

Feng Jin stood quietly on the opposite side, looking at her, did not speak.

Huarong closes the curtain and goes to pick up the skirt and put it on. Then she goes out in a rage.

When she was about to walk to the door, Feng Jin finally said, "where are you going?"

"Go home." "You don't want me to live here!" said Huarong maliciously

For Fengjin, this villa is of special significance.

This is his first home in name with Huarong.

It is also the only legacy that they have lived together.

Their past, has been completely overthrown, once there are traces of the Huarong, has long been completely disappeared.

Only here, time is too late to change, he tried to maintain the original.

Feng Jin walked over and pressed her hard on the wall, pinched her chin and blocked her lips.

Huarong opened his mouth and bit his tongue with his teeth. The man hissed softly, raised his head, and looked down at her with gloomy eyebrows and eyes.

His lips were stained with blood, which set off his good-looking face with a bit of blood smell, which made his integrity infected with some evil, and became not very decent.

Feng Jin said in a low voice: "Huarong, I won't let you go back to America."

"You want to kidnap me?" Huarong looks at him ironically.

Feng Jin lowered her head and gave her a kiss on the cheek, leaving a bloody lipprint.

"I think so too." His voice is dumb as if from the chest, hoarse with some gloomy breath.

Huarong Mou Guang a cold, a slap toward Feng Jin's face, the other side quickly clasped her wrist, pushed her back, firmly against the wall, and fiercely kiss her lips.

This time, she did not give Huarong the chance to resist, and she was snatched breath by him in an instant. She even couldn't bite him. She was gnashing her teeth and bearing his kiss in the wind and rain.

Too much saliva dripped down the place where the lips were glued together, and was licked by the other side along the corner of her lips. She frowned, unable to bear the over ambiguous atmosphere, and forced her double heads against Feng Jin's shoulder, trying to push him away.