Peerless War God in City

Seeing this, Haotian was even more embarrassed when he saw Ye Qingxuan's puzzled eyes.

Haotian said with a smile, "that's because I'm in a hurry. I haven't eaten yet."

Hearing the speech, ye Qingxuan took a look at the porridge that had been eaten by herself. Suddenly, her cold and beautiful face softened a little. In her heart, she felt a sense of warmth.

From childhood to adulthood, except for the old Dean and his wife, no one has ever been so kind to her.

"Well, you should be much better after eating these porridge. Put on your clothes and let's go to eat. After all, a bowl of porridge does not have much nutrition." Haotian said, from ye Qingxuan's closet, he provoked a red suit to her, and he could turn around.

After about a few minutes.

On the bed behind him, there was a small sound of sparse books. Haotian knew that ye Qingxuan was dressing.

About five minutes later, the voice completely disappeared. Hao Tian turned around and immediately, in his indifferent and deep eyes, he couldn't help showing a trace of amazement.

What comes into view is a beautiful face. A little red lips come first, just like a flame burning body. Beautiful eyes are like wangquan. Gurgling light is better than stars all over the sky. The five senses are not too much or not too much, just like a magic work.

What's more, Haotian doesn't like luxury. Therefore, he only chooses a casual dress, but even so, it looks good on Ye Qingxuan.

She's like a natural clothes rack. She looks good in everything.

Moreover, after last night's World War I, ye Qingxuan's face became more charming. Her whole body was full of the sexy color of a mature woman, which was exciting.

However, her face is not very good-looking, delicate red lips, showing a trace of pale, eyebrows slightly frown, as if suffering from a serious illness.

Haotian knows, it's all because of what happened last night.

"Let's go!" Hao Tianqian gently holds Ye Qingxuan's soft and boneless hand and opens his mouth with a gentle smile.

"Don't touch me!"

Haotian just stretched out his hand, ye Qingxuan's eyes suddenly became incomparably cold. He stared at him and said in a cold voice.

However, Haotian seemed to have not heard of it. He grabbed her jade hand and held it tightly.

"Do you want me to hate you?" Ye Qingxuan's voice is like the snow in the twelfth lunar month, which makes people fall into ice caves.

"You won't like me anyway!" Hao Tian said with a look of indifference.

"You

"Asshole!"

Hearing this, ye Qingxuan's apathy was immediately dissolved by Haotian, a rogue. Her face was flushed with anger, and her eyes were filled with remoteness and grievances.

Finally, she had to let Haotian take her jade hand, and then they walked out of the door.

...

along the way, Haotian took Ye Qingxuan and walked slowly, looking back at her from time to time, while ye Qingxuan, like a robot without feelings, let him pull forward, with a numb expression on his face, like a puppet.

Just like the stars, Miaoman's eyes are full of shivering coldness and indifference.

Seeing this, Haotian can't help but sigh in his heart. He knows that he wants Ye Qingxuan to change his outlook on him. This road is still a long way to go.