Chapter 722

It's really an excellent fabric. The clothes designed by top designers are as light as nothing.

But it also gives the softest and most meticulous care to the skin.

Money is good.

Getting money back is the top enjoyment.

She sighed inexplicably and looked up at the woman in the mirror.

But there was a pink door between her cheeks.

The tenderness between the eyes and eyebrows is like the dazzling brilliance flowing quietly.

The two thick and thin red lips are slightly opened, just like a red crystal clear cherry, which makes people can't help kissing gently

What a beautiful and affectionate woman!

She was secretly frightened.

No matter how carefully you look, you can't find the shadow of a little indifference and alienation on weekdays

Beauty is beauty!

Unfortunately, this beauty cannot last forever!

There was a rational and calm voice in her heart, which surprised her suddenly.

The mind stood and photographed, pursed the corners of his mouth, turned his face, and finally pushed the door open and hurried out.

When she went out, she was stunned by the empty and silent bedroom.

He's not in the bedroom!

This surprised her!

It turned out that when I came out, I came out with the heart of dedication and determination, ready to face everything.

I thought he would stand there or lie in bed quietly waiting for her with a smile.

She clearly remembers that Chen Jing once told her that no matter whether a man loves you or not, there is only one reason to be close to you and take care of you in the final analysis, that is, to have sex with you!

But why isn't he here?

He said he loved her and wanted to marry her. Didn't he want to go to Chuang with her?

How is that possible?

If you don't follow her to Chuang, where's the football team?

Maybe he has always been kind and kind. He can't wipe away his face.

Need her to take the initiative?

She wondered for a moment, then kicked off the cotton mop on her feet and tiptoed to the door.

Holding the door handle, she wiggled gently.

The door opened quietly and she floated out like a ghost.

All the lights downstairs are out, so he must not be downstairs.

In the study?

She stepped on the thick Persian carpet and walked towards the study on her left. With a slight twist, the door opened easily.

The breath of darkness and silence came to her face. She was a little stunned, and then gently closed the door.

Looking at the guest bedroom opposite, she thought he must be inside.

Waiting for her to take the initiative?

She thought faintly, took a deep breath, summoned up her courage and walked forward.

Holding the door handle, he still twisted it gently, but didn't open it.

He locked it from the inside!

Staring at the door, her eyes suddenly warmed.

For a long time, I bowed my head and retreated quietly.

Back in room, she turned out light and went to bed with theout locking door.

In the dark, she lay in the quilt full of his faint Mint tobacco smell, stared at the quiet door and waited quietly.

Perhaps, the next moment, he quietly pushed the door and entered.

She thought.

She waited for the door without blinking, uneasy.

But as time went by, the sky gradually turned white. She was so tired that her eyelids were fighting. Finally, she couldn't support it. After closing her eyes and falling asleep, he didn't come to push open the door that was about to be seen through.

When she woke up naturally and opened her eyes, she found that it was daybreak.

The warm winter sun had already shone in through the veil, shining on the body and illuminating the whole room.

He quickly sat up, got out of bed, opened the door with bare feet and rushed out. He went downstairs, but he saw a note on the table.