Perilous Deep Love

Ding Nuan really knows Jian Zhendong. She is the flowery heart in Jane Zhendong's stomach.

A voice of coquetry did not disgust her, but made Jane Zhendong happy.

"Oba ~" Ding Nuan is full of grievances. He adds fuel to Jian Zhendong's words, and finally wipes his tears:

"OPA you know, how old is Xiao ou.

It's not well developed.

Your daughter had the idea of Xiao ou and said that she wanted Xiao ou to donate bone marrow.

I don't want to save Mobai, but Xiao Ou is only ten years old.

The things in my body are donated. If Xiao Ou is an adult, I will take him to the hospital, needless to say.

But Xiao Ou has not developed well. If I donate, I don't know what impact it will have on Xiao ou. "

She said a lot, but she didn't say the word "no donation", which is also her wise place. She can't say this, she has to --

"nonsense!" Jian Zhendong "bang" the newspaper on the table: "children that disobedient son, but also play a small European idea! How can a 10-year-old child donate bone marrow? Can't donate! We must not donate! "

Ding Nuan wiped tears in one side: "but I promised to your daughter, take Xiao ou to the hospital to do a matching, and all aspects of the inspection, if it is, I will sign on the donation form."

As she said this, she leaned into Jane Zhendong's arms: "ouba, I said this, but later I didn't think it was right. Oba, what should I do. If the match is really successful -- "

before she finishes her words, the palm that draws circles on Jian Zhendong's chest is saved by Jian Zhendong:" match, then match, it can't succeed anyway. "

"Ah?" "This is not clear, but I don't understand

"If I say it's not successful, it's definitely not."

Jian Zhendong said with a positive look, and his face suddenly changed into ambiguity: "these are small things, now the most important thing is -"

when he said this, Ding Nuan suddenly gasped, and the person was already held up by Jian Zhendong. She shivered in Jian Zhendong's arms, but on her face full of spring, she felt pitiful and coquettish:

he said this "Ouba you are good or bad"

in the master bedroom

Ding Nuan bears everything, buries his head, pleads for mercy with coquetry in his mouth, and his eyes are full of haze, gnashing his teeth, dead old man and abnormal old man!

She can't suffer for nothing.

Xiao Ou must go to Jane's house and recognize her ancestors.

She knew very well that she had followed Jian Zhendong in the past and didn't mention to recognize her ancestry, because Jane's family belonged to Jian Zhendong. Before that time, she would not have mentioned it. Originally, she was going to let Xiao Ou enter the door of Jane's house when she was 18 years old. At that time, she only needed to talk to the old pervert, who was an old pervert, who liked Xiao ou. Jane's family would be Xiao Ou's sooner or later.

But now, Jian Zhendong, an old pervert, has no Jane's family. He has some real estate deposits and other small industries.

But how can it be compared with Jane's family business?

After death, the old guy can't do it. He's breathing heavily. Once the old guy can't do it, he'll torture her even more. Jian Zhendong is an old pervert!

She suddenly closed her eyes and saw the handsome and cold man in front of her.

After her death, the old guy tried her hard. She didn't feel any pleasure at all. The old guy said that it was a boost to the fun, and Ding Nuan called out.

Change of day, old pervert!

Ding Nuan didn't know how many times he had cursed the old pervert.

In the past, she had to endure wearing comfortable clothes. Today, Ding Nuan closed her eyes and imagined the man who tossed her behind her as the man standing out from the crowd. As long as she thought of the beautiful and cold man, she felt that the tossing and tossing in the past was not so painful.

She thought of Jian Tong again. She snorted, but it was just so.

That's what she looks like, not as good as her.

How can a woman like that deserve such a cool and handsome man?

Gradually in my heart, the venom of poisonous snakes has been bred

When she opened her eyes, she was still in front of her old and frail Jane Zhendong, who was breathing heavily and ugly.

This world is not fair, not fair!

She held the palm of her hand and held it tightly.