Devil's Honey Baby

Ji Zailin frowned when he saw her little red face coughing.

Put the bowl on the bedside table, but because he was in a hurry, he let go before the bowl was flat.

In an instant, a bowl of chicken soup spilled on the bedside table.

But he didn't see it. He just looked at Yao Jiang, hugged her, patted her on the back and scolded her, "fool! I won't rob you if I drink so fast! "

Obviously, he won't feed but wants to feed. He choked himself and said it was his fault.

Yao Jiang really saw the ability to confuse black and white.

Yao Jiang pushed him away, coughed and turned his head. She said, "don't hold me. I'm uncomfortable."

Ji Zailin was too overbearing. He held her tightly. There was no room for her to breathe.

It's like holding a reins around her. It feels bad.

Ji Zailin didn't know what she was thinking. He just looked at her frown and thought her wound was painful. He quickly loosened her body, but didn't let her go.

He looked at her shoulder. His sharp eyebrows wrinkled very high, adding a force of oppression, "I must be strong. If you don't have to be strong, you won't be good!"

This great anger gushed out inexplicably, and Yao Jiang had stopped coughing.

Hearing his words, he frowned and looked at him. He looked like he hated iron and steel. It was very inexplicable.

The madman's temper is really as unpredictable as the weather.

She looked out of the window and said, "my wound hurts a little. Put me in bed."

She coughed just now and didn't feel anything. Now she stopped and felt the faint pain on her shoulder.

Ji Zailin saw her frowning eyebrows with faint patience. He was angry and his face was cold. "Deserved it!"

With that, he almost put her in bed.

His anger came inexplicably. Yao Jiang almost adapted. At the moment he lay in bed, he closed his eyes and didn't move or speak.

But her calmness was like a fire, which ignited the Qi in Ji Zailin's heart and began to burn.

His face was terrible with cold, and his veins on his forehead beat abruptly, looking at the quiet eyebrows and eyes on the bed.

Suddenly, he leaned down, put her pale lips on his lips, and kissed heavily.

He doesn't feel good, and he won't let her feel good!

Yao Jiang felt the strong and domineering breath coming, and it was too late to open his eyes and want to dodge.

Just when she opened her mouth and screamed, he took advantage of it. The domineering lips and tongues ravaged every inch of her territory, skillfully rolled up her lips and tongues and took them for himself.

Yao Jiang wanted to struggle, but he skillfully pressed her arm to avoid her wound, making her struggle useless. He could only sob, making him want to occupy her more.

The breath in the ward increased gradually, and the ambiguous factors floated slowly, bringing up a restless heart.

The already hot hand reached into her clothes. When it touched the soft and smooth like fine porcelain, it suddenly stopped, opened its half narrowed eyes and looked at the people under her.

The pale little face turned red because of lack of oxygen, as beautiful as rouge.

The illness caused by injury gave birth to an impulse to rub her into her heart on her angry and stubborn face.

At the moment, Ji Zailin is thinking like this.

He wants to swallow her now. He'd better not even have bone residue left.

The desire in her eyes was burning. Suddenly, she got up from her and strode towards the bathroom.

Yao Jiang's eyes were almost like ice debris. When she heard the bathroom door closed, she broke. She stared at the white ceiling above her head, and her eyes gradually covered with a layer of crystal.

Suddenly, she felt ten years hard.

When Ji Zailin came out, Yao Jiang had closed his eyes and the blush on his face had faded, but it was not as pale as before.

Turn around and look at the bedside table. It's a mess.

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"Where is she?"

"Still in H city."

"Ten days, get ready."

"Yes."

The night gradually shrouded, a slender figure stood in the bedroom, looked at the bright lights in the distance, and frowned gradually.

In the same night, in a dark light, the slender man sat in the black leather sofa, his bony fingers slowly flipping the data in his hand.

Suddenly, the paper closed, threw it on the table, got up, habitually held the gem cufflink of his left hand with his right hand, and whispered, "cover everything."

"Yes." A respectful voice came from the dark place, then hid into the dark again and left.

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When Yao Jiang woke up again, it was already dark. She heard the clatter of the keyboard, turned her head and saw a serious man sitting on the sofa with a hand-held.

Now Ji Zailin has been defined as a rogue in Yao Jiang's heart, so when she saw his serious look, she almost doubted that this man had changed his sex.

But she knew it wasn't. He just fooled all the women in a particularly beautiful sheepskin. Then when he saw the delicious prey, he tore off his perfect disguise, turned into a wolf and rushed fiercely.

be careless with.

In order to avoid pulling the wound, Yao Jiang slowly sat up, opened the quilt and got out of bed.

She's going to the bathroom.

Just opened the quilt, a shadow appeared in front of her. She didn't have to see who it was. Without stopping, she moved the bed under her feet, "you're busy, I'll go to the bathroom."

The person in front of her didn't move. She stopped and looked up at him, but he suddenly picked himself up.

Yao Jiang wanted to struggle, but after thinking of the results this morning, she didn't move any more and let him carry him into the bathroom.

She rarely struggled. Ji Zailin looked at her with drooping eyes. He saw that her face was calm, frowned, and took her in.

More often, he actually hoped Yao Jiang would make trouble with him.

Ji Zailin took Yao Jiang to the bathroom, went out and closed the door.

Yao Jiang thought he would be as strong and helpless as this morning, so she was stunned when she saw the door closed.

This ward is very large. It has a kitchen, bathroom and balcony. It's like a bedroom at home. It's very convenient.

Ji Zailin walked out of the ward and took out the chicken soup and porridge in the kitchen.

Yao Jiang didn't know how long he had been lying down, so he was surprised when he saw his thin and haggard face in the mirror.

The skin color is blue and white, dull, and the most important thing is that the face is thin.

Originally, her face was still a little meat. When she was so thin, her chin became sharp and her eyes became bigger.

"Drink the porridge and chicken soup."

Just out of the bathroom, Ji Zailin's sexy and magnetic voice came from the sofa. It was faint and a little uncomfortable.

She looked at him and saw that he was still typing on the keyboard. She looked back and looked at the food on the table.