Mr Bo's Spoiling His Sweet Wife

Congshan Leng Leng Leng, close to seem to be able to feel the water vapor on the body of Tang poetry.

The man looked at him through a burst of heat, and suddenly his throat was tight.

He took out his textbook and gave it to Tang Shi, "Tang Wei said he wanted you to sign it."

"Oh." Tang Shi was unconscious. While wiping his hair, he took over the book. "You put it here. I'll sign it for him later."

Cong Shan thinks that he can't stay here long. The whole room is full of The smell of her bath milk.

The man's eyes went deep. Tang Shi called out, "have you finished your homework?"

It sounds like a teacher in charge of a class.

Cong Shan couldn't help laughing. "If you want me to help with the hand-made puzzle, it will be solved soon."

Yeah, it's hard for game engineers.

Tang Shi said thanks. Cong Shan left the bathroom without answering. The sound of a hair dryer came from inside. Cong Shan fled back to his room and closed the door for the first time.

He noticed that his breath quickened, especially when he walked into the bathroom and saw Tang poetry.

My heart beat faster, and my whole body felt as numb as blood.

It's not a good sign.

Cong Shan turned over on the bed, then put his hand under his head and looked up at the ceiling blankly.

He was thinking, across the wall beside him, Tang Shi and Tang Wei were sleeping next door to him. What was their relationship like?

Would Tang poetry want to face Tang's unique style and put down its guard to face him?

Cong Shan understood that Tang poetry would occasionally look at him with a look full of dependence, but through him, it was another man.

Another, a man with a similar face to him.

Cong Shan closed his eyes, but the eyes of Tang poetry were always in his mind.

Why, she has always looked at him with this kind of eyes, but he is not someone's double!

Many times, Cong Shan will feel irritable. Tang Shi trusts him only because he has a face similar to her dead brother.

This is a ridiculous fact. Every time Cong Shan feels the deep light in Tang poetry, he will wake up suddenly.

He seemed to have a dream. After waking up, Tang poetry ran counter to him and left.

After all, he is not her brother, and she is just a passer-by in her own life. In the end, she will only leave.

Cong Shan knew that the end would come soon, but he didn't want it to happen.

If one day, Tang poetry with that strange and indifferent eyes staring at him, at that time, what would he do?

Cong Shan felt more and more depressed, so he simply covered the quilt and smothered the whole person.

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wake up at six o'clock in the morning.

His biological clock has never been so punctual. He used to sleep until the afternoon, but now he wakes up at six in the morning.

He looked at the ceiling for a long time, suddenly seemed to realize something, hissed and took a breath.

Close your eyes and recall his absurd dream. The heroine is Tang poetry.

Shit!

The cold and heartless man's face showed a child like panic. He covered his face with a quilt, but he couldn't control his brain. Those pictures were like the movie playback frame by frame It's circulating in his brain.

He had a dream.

The heroine of the dream is also a Tang poem.

Cong Shan thumped the bed sheet under him, but the blow was soft as if he had hit the cotton.

He turned over, and it was still early for him to go to work. For the first time, he felt unable to sleep.

It must have been the scene of Tang poetry that I saw in the bathroom before I went to bed last night. Now it has become a nightmare that haunts him all the time. Cong Shan breathed deeply for several times before he suppressed his mood.

Too It's terrible.

Cong Shan's twenty-seven years of cognition, unexpectedly used the term "terrible" to call a woman's influence.

The man simply got up and grabbed a handful of hair. His black hair looked very cold. He bowed his back and stared at the sunshine outside the window for a long time.