Kiss You, Sweetheart

Such a small beg for mercy, it doesn't work at all, but Bo en can't bear it any longer, she is afraid that she will collapse. As soon as he closed his eyes, the colder words came out: "Bo Jiayan, do you think you are very capable now?"

Bochayan listened but did not hear. He continued to kiss.

"Originally, I really think you are very powerful, but after working with Qi shaoxun, I know what it means."

Bo Jiayan's body is as stiff as Bo en expected!

The whole show a terrible look of violence, staring at Bo en en en, all the desire and hope at the moment have subsided, the rest is only anger and pain.

He tried to stick his hand to Bo en's body and slowly clenched it into a fist.

The body from rigid slowly excessive to slightly tremble, he uses the last reason to control the fury.

No man can stand such words.

Bochayan bit his lips and got up from bochayan. He was as cold as a king.

Bo en was lying on the sofa, but his whole body was loose, as if he had come back from the edge of death.

She took a little breath, then slowly sat up and straightened her clothes. Some messy hair, revealing a enchanting charm.

Bochayan looked at her coldly.

Thin en en a face of indifference, light long hand along his head of long hair. She put all her hair on her right shoulder. When a woman put all her hair on half, she would be charming.

She has a short hair, in the brain of Bo Jiayan, also so clearly present. In the twinkling of an eye, her long hair for him has reached her waist, but she has become someone else's woman.

The pain is beyond description.

Bo Jiayan's hand, tightly clenched into a fist, green suddenly burst out, hanging on the side of the body, slightly shaking.

Bo en hung her eyes slightly and pretended not to see her. She held her hand and cut her hair. The hair grew, but they couldn't go back.

Shallow sentimental, in Bo en en's heart flow, she did not trace the micro choked throat, low said: "little uncle, you so excellent a man, what kind of woman do not want, why bother me.

It was you who dumped me at the beginning, so I don't want to be reconciled. You don't have no face. I tease you, you dump me, we're done.

Zhou Yumei has been waiting for you for four years. It's hard to find such a good girl with a lantern. You are old and old. It's time to give someone a name. It's also a comfort to grandma. "

After listening to Bo Jiayan quietly, he slowly squatted down to be even with Bo en's vision. He pinched her chin and made some effort. There was slight pain on Bo en's face.

"Little uncle..."

"You are a virgin." Bocha said coldly.

"It's for you, little uncle," he said with a smile

This small mouth, one by one, pink and tender, as before. Just once, out of the mouth, is the little uncle I love you, and not at this time I for you, push him to others.

Bo Jiayan felt a pain in his heart. Looking at Bo en en's indifferent face, there were some tears floating in his eyes. Four years of torment, thought to the end, the original is the beginning of more pain.

Once I didn't know where she was, I could comfort myself with memories. Now, all memories, is a little bit of her indifference hurt fragmented.

Countless nights, think of those sweet soft sound of little uncle, is comfort, is satisfied.