Chapter 850： Master, I like you.

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Xiaoba was excited. "Dear, don't you want to send your arms to you? It's not easy, you have to shoot!"

Nan Wei: "Blocking five knowledge."

Xiao Ba: "Well!"

Nanxun is not really going to do anything, but he wants to continue to pick up a stone on the lake where the Boss has just calmed down. Oh no, this time a huge stone.

I didn’t know if I slept, but I’m so worried that she’s been so staring for so long.

Nan Zhen’s bad heart smiled, and his strength was so good. Even if he was awakened by himself, he still kept his previous sleeping position and did not move.

After watching him for a long time, she seemed to be watching enough, or was a little tired, slowly closing her eyes and whispering on her mouth: "The master looks so good, I have my appetite. I haven't raised it. Where can I go to find someone who looks better than the master?"

As she spoke, her voice was getting smaller and smaller. "Master, I really like you, the more I like it, the more I like it."

Meng Ziyi pulled the eyelashes on the eyelids and trembled. "If you are my good, but I know that the master hates the goblin, and even hates the goblin. I can be content with the master. I shouldn’t think about anything else, but I just like you, can’t control you. Say what to do... If I am happy with other men, is the master?

Just hate me? So, just like this, let the masters reject me, and I will die, and then I will follow the masters, no longer marry the masters, and then useless, the masters will not like me..."

In the end, she said that the voice was almost whispered, full of suppressed emotions, and endless grievances.

Why does she like someone who can't like it?

The little painting spirit said that he slept, and the long eyelashes were stained with crystal water drops, showing how the heart was tormented and sad.

When she breathed evenly, her thighs trembled slightly, and a pair of closed scorpions slowly opened.

The dice that had been faint for a long time stared at the void in front of them, staring at them, and there was something in the depths of the eyes that seemed to break out of the ground. At the same time, there was something in the depths of the afternoon that was boring.

This thing came too fast and too sudden, so that Meng Ziyi could not catch up.

After realizing what might be, Meng Ziyi’s pair of gray pupils suddenly shrank, and the breathing was abrupt, and even the nerves on the legs shook a few times.

"Oh...master..." The small head on the leg gently slammed back and forth, and the man rolled over and leaned in.

The breath that was disturbed for a while was re-equalized after she turned over, and a cluster of clothes, separated by a layer of clothing, hit the man's lower abdomen.

When Meng Ziyi moved her mind, she held her breath subconsciously. When she fell asleep again, he let go of his breath and breathed a little, and it took a while to calm down.

A layer of fine sweat has appeared on the forehead, and I wonder if I was scared or scared.

He hangs his head and "sees" to the person who is resting on his lap. All the subtle and simple sounds in the night are not as good as the uniform breath. He breathes, sucks, sucks, and mixes with faintness. The ink, somehow, ended up with the same frequency as his heart beat.

Then at a certain moment, his heart beats faster, slamming, and powerful.

It was obvious that the hot air exhaled through a layer of clothing seemed to have become a big fire in an instant, burning a blazing flame around the place and burning it where it should not be burned.

Meng Ziyi closed his eyes and opened his eyes. The eyebrows that had been twisted were slowly loosened, but the gray eyes seemed to be grayer.

This blink of an eye is no longer on the shackles. In the darkness, because of the slight moonlight that came in, it seems to be adorned with two lights, which seem to be more rare.

When the sky is bright, Nan blinks, gently removes his head from someone's lap, and then lies on his side, waiting for him to "wake up."

"what--"

Meng Ziyi closed his eyes at this moment but did not fall asleep. Someone's little movements were noticed by him. Suddenly, his arm was ruthlessly flying the beauty out.

Nanxun turned over in the air and landed steadily on the ground, glaring at the man: "Master, it is me! What are you doing with me?"

Mencius Yi’s **** were awkward, and he squatted beside him. There was still a faint ink fragrance on the woman. “Fan is you.”

Nanxun was in the same place. The reaction of the big boss made her quite surprised. She thought about starting to face his deliberate alienation today, and even drove her away. Even her countermeasures were all thought of. The first method, spoiled and rolled Dumb, the second way, pretend to leave and then sneak up on him.

What the material... Although she fanned her away, this calm response, this is not painful, it is not angry at all.

Nanxun’s thoughts turned and smiled and asked: “What does the master fan do, do I not occupy the master’s half-bed? I am a weak woman, do you want me to sleep on the ground?”

Meng Ziyi said faintly: "You can go back to the painting."

"But I like to sleep in the bed, the master is stingy, then a big bed, you take up a small corner, not as good as I use the rest, you said that you are a stingy?" Nanzhao wicked first complained.

"Men and women are different."

"I am not a woman. I am not a fellow with the master. I don't have to worry about these."

Meng Ziyi’s thin lips are tight and he doesn’t want to talk. Yesterday I have seen the fangs of this girl.

After the master's face, Nanxun sat at the table and looked at him for breakfast.

When she used to be a scabbard, she always stared at him like this, but at that time, she was weakened. Even if she was always stared, she could still tolerate it. At this time, the painting spirit that turned back to the human form was unscrupulous. The line of sight on the face of Meng Ziyi’s face is as hot as it is.

Meng Ziyi ate the porridge in a few mouthfuls and put the bowl back on the table. He said: "When others use rice, don't keep staring at each other. This is the number of gifts."

Nanxun snorted. "I only know that I can't talk about food. I can't stare at it? I know, I want to follow the master's teachings."

However, after saying this, she still stared at Meng Ziyi.

Meng Ziyi was stared at himself and he was a little nervous. "Is still staring at me?"

Nanxun has a natural way: "Masters are not outsiders, they are their own people. They don't have to pay attention to these rituals. I don't care about these rituals with the masters. I don't want to share with the masters!"

Meng Ziyi grinned and said: "I don't like others staring at me."

Nancy: "I am not someone else, I am a master, oh no, it is a master's little goblin."

"You... forget it, follow you." Mencius sighed and his expression was hard to say. "Master is so good!"