Qi Shaoqin suddenly avoided his hand and let Ji Mo's expression pause. His eyes flickered slightly, pursed his lips, and his voice sank slightly. "Settle down, do you want to marry me so much?"
"Poof, cough, cough... Sick bastard, what are you talking about! Who wants to marry you!" Qi Shaoqin was confused by his sudden words.
There's something wrong with the dead and sick seedling. The foreword doesn't match the Afterword.
Ji Mo took a deep look at her and said, "since you don't want to marry me so much, live in peace, so as not to tear the wound. When you leave a scar, you don't want you. You're crying to marry me."
"I'm crying to marry you? You dream, it's impossible in this life. The world is destroyed. It's impossible for men all over the world to die. Put your heart in your stomach!" I've seen narcissism, but I've never seen such narcissism.
Yes, his skin bag is beautiful.
But she felt that good-looking skin bags were the same, and interesting souls were one in a million.
The sick Yangzi's soul is extremely dark and doesn't deserve his seemingly holy skin.
Ji Mo saw her disdain and disdain sweeping and aiming at him. He didn't care at all and said to her, "since you say so, I'm relieved. Then be obedient and don't be so impatient."
After that, Ji Mo walked towards her and picked her up without her resistance.
Qi Shaoqin was about to struggle when Ji Mo's voice sounded: "if you really have scars, I don't want to marry you. I have to compromise to marry you because of my uneasy conscience. Who let you be hurt by me."
"You..." Qi Shaoqin almost didn't come up at one breath.
The strength accumulated by the body because of anger was suppressed by his words.
She stiffened in his arms for a few seconds, then she accepted her fate and relaxed, and walked towards her room with him.
Ji Mo held it on her bed. After she sat down, Ji Mo asked, "where is the first aid kit?"
Qi Shaoqin said lazily, "it's in the cabinet on the right under the TV cabinet."
Ji Mo got up, opened the cabinet and took out the first aid kit.
She always knew that his hands were beautiful. When he took chopsticks and wrote
Every time she saw it, she would envy and be invisible.
At this moment, when he was stained with disinfectant and holding tweezers, every joint of his hand seemed to show an inexplicable beauty, so that she didn't feel much pain after he disinfected and wrapped up the wound on her shoulder.
Ji Mo's voice, with an irresistible smile, "is it good-looking?"
Qi Shaoqin's face turned red, his eyes flashed, turned his head, avoided his examination with a smile, "what's good or not, what are you talking about, inexplicable!"
Ji Mo smiled and shook his head. He wasn't teasing her. He put the first aid kit back in place. He said to her in a warm voice: "you sit for a while, don't move. I'll come back after I go out for a while."
Qi Shaoqin looked at him angrily, "get out, get out!"
Hearing the sound of closing the door, Qi Shaoqin relaxed.
The God of plague finally left, Huhu
Just ready to lie down comfortably, play with your mobile phone and brush your circle of friends.
There was a knock on the door.
Qi Shaoqin's face turned black, "are you finished?"
"You are so angry!" the door was pushed open, and the person who came in was not Ji Mo, but Qi Xinyuan.
Just these two give her the same feeling, annoying!