Devil's Honey Baby

Looking at the firm light shining in the big and black eyes, the lips were stiff with a smile, but they soon recovered, turned their eyes and said, "that's good."

"Thank you. I got off." She opened her mouth again and held the door handle, but when she saw the pure black on her sleeve, she stopped and said, "I'll give you back my clothes."

Then he was ready to take off his clothes.

"No, I don't need a dress." A faint voice stopped her movement.

Yao Jiang looked at him with a look of indifference. It's also that driving such a valuable car doesn't need a dress.

And she is not a hypocritical person. It's winter this night. She's wearing a thin dress. Why isn't it cold?

She thanked him again, opened the door and went out.

When I went outside, I stopped, thought about it, opened the door and said to the people inside, "drive carefully."

Then he turned and walked towards the community.

The black suit wrapped her petite body, and the long black hair was scattered behind her head. It was so suitable and just right.

At this time, the sky began to snow. As the night shrouded her body, it was a picture that people wanted to indulge in against the snow.

The slender white palm holds the steering wheel tightly, revealing the white knuckles; The black in the eyes becomes rich and gradually covers the original light until the black can't see to the end.

Suddenly, the eyes moved and quickly flashed a sharp light.

The next moment, he suddenly opened the door and walked towards the slender body gradually hidden into the snow night.

Yao Jiangwu walked forward, but he jumped up quickly, and the little hand holding the suit couldn't help caressing his heart and covering the fast beating of the lost rhythm there.

At the same time, the pace also accelerated a bit.

Because she felt that a line of sight was staring at her back.

However, there was no room for her to think more, and behind her came the lazy but powerful footsteps. At the same time, it was accompanied by the lazy and bewitching oblique voice.

"My car broke down."

Yao Jiang paused and missed a beat with a strange heart, but he also turned to look at the people. He saw that under the rustling snow night and the light of the street lamp, the slender one was more beautiful than the model. His whole body was full of a bewitching breath. He was standing there lazily with his hands in his pockets and looked at her faintly.

On the perfect contour carved by the artist, the corners of the mouth evoke a light arc, like a smile.

Ten minutes later, Yao Jiang was in a single apartment with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

Ji Zailin stood in the living room and put his hand leisurely into his pocket. His lazy evil eyes looked at the simple but warm room, and the unknown turbulent ink gradually flowed in the depths of his eyes.

Finally, he looked at Yao Jiang who was standing in front of the water dispenser to receive water. His eyes moved slightly, and the ink in the depths of his eyes disappeared, returning to the original carelessness.

Turning around, like walking into his own home, he sat comfortably on the small sofa on the side, but his sight was fixed and looked at Yao Jiang's slightly curved soft body line.

Lazy evil eyes gradually narrowed.

Yao Jiang, who was receiving the water, gradually frowned. What floated in his bright moon like eyes was thinking.

Because she somehow believed the man she had only seen once and even took him home. This is not her previous conservative style.