Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 592 Xia Shang... clenched his iron fist tightly, he was extremely patient

It was as quiet as if he was the only one passing by, not even leaving traces of the wind blowing.

The elevator ding-dong, and the door opened.

A tall and straight figure stood at the door, and that man rushed over with a hard and cold demeanor.

Ji Liunian raised his eyes subconsciously and looked over, and at the same time Xia Shang raised his eyes and looked at Ji Liunian.

The four eyes collided, lightning and flint.

The two tall, burly and handsome men just stood there, without any words intersecting.

Ji Liunian came out of the elevator, Xia Shang passed him by and went in.

Xia Shang raised his hand to press the floor, and Ji Liunian turned his back to him.

At the moment when the elevator was up, he sneered forcefully and meanly at Xia Shang.

He said: "Xia Shang, Mo Xiaoqi is dead, there will never be another Mo Xiaoqi in this world, you should take care of yourself."

Xia Shang also smiled coldly, his thin lips curved slightly, and he replied calmly: "Well, fleeting time, thank you for your reminder."

He paused, raised his hand to poke in the direction of his heart, and said, "But, she has always been here, and never left."

Ji Liunian turned around slightly, his phoenix eyes stared at Xia Shang's heart with a trace of wind and frost.

He curled his lips into a sneer, and said, "Xia Shang, the music is over, so why deceive yourself?"

Xia Shang's handsome sword-brows raised slightly, and a slight chill formed in his eyes, he said: "Liu Nian, if this is the case, I am not the only one who deceives himself and others?"

Ji Liunian's hand in his trouser pocket secretly clenched into a cold fist.

His face was pale and cold, just like when he first appeared, but the aura in his body had obviously dropped to a few degrees below zero.

Actually, who is Mo Xiaoqi and who is An Qiyue?

He and Xia Shang know better than Lord Yan.

The relationship between Mo Xiaoqi and An Qiyue is like a thin layer of window paper. It seems like a secret that can't be revealed, but in fact it will be revealed with a poke.

Ji Liunian turned around again, raised his foot to move away, and said a sentence that could make Xia Shang sick to death ten times.

He said: "Yes, but I'm different from you. My woman can be touched and kissed. You may not know that when she had an erotic orgasm under me last night, How crazy it is to say my name. And you, Xia Shang? Where is your Mo Xiaoqi?"

Xia Shang...

Xia Shang... Clenched his iron fists tightly, he endured the urge to hit someone extremely.

His eyesight is sparse, mixed with a few wisps of recklessness, and his whole body exudes the aura of a king who defies the world, which is incompatible with the festival blessings played on loop in the shopping mall.

He curled his lips and said with a shivering smile: "It seems that the fight in the early morning is not enough? How about you make an appointment for a time and place, and we are discussing each other?"

Ji Liunian's handsome face was so cold that there was no warmth, and he snorted arrogantly, "No time!"

After finishing speaking, he lifted his foot and left arrogantly and rudely.

Xia Shang's black eyes were condensed into frost, and the eye sockets were slightly bloody red, like a wolf hiding in the wind and snow, full of killing and danger.

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On the high-end floor where luxury goods gather, even the decoration of the bathroom is extremely clean and elegant.

At least it is not like the restrooms in ordinary shopping malls. The female guest area is not only always noisy, but also has to wait in line for a while.

An Qiyue washed her face with water in front of the mirror on the entire wall. After washing for a while, she took out a tissue to wipe off the water on her face.

The colored glaze lamp intertwined light and shadow, reflecting her own appearance in the mirror, An Qiyue paused for a moment while wiping her face.

She hadn't looked at herself like that for a long time, and she remembered that the last time she looked at herself so seriously was four years ago.

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