Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"You can't do anything to me in the future." She demanded.

"good."

"Don't interfere with my life forcibly," she said.

"good."

Mo Tingshen knew that the things he had recently encountered her had been in chaos, so he was impatient, didn't care, and took his time. For Ruan Xihe, he was bound to win.

When Ruan Xihe walked out of the company, he was still in a good mood. You see, this is not what she wants to stay with Mo Tingshen, but the man who refuses to let him go.

…

At the door of the house, Mo Huiyu was already waiting. He was irritable at the company. He simply came to try his luck. He didn't expect to meet the little girl.

He followed her into the house, mainly because it was useless to refuse. The father and son had the same virtue.

"Why black me?" Mo Huiyu had never been so caring about a woman, but she didn't appreciate it.

"We are not familiar, so you did such an excessive thing to me." She glared at him with a vicious expression on her face.

Mo Huiyu was still mad at first, but suddenly couldn't send it out: "Okay, I was wrong, then I'll take it slowly, okay?"

"No, you are so fierce, I don't like you." Her voice was sweet and soft, and the teary mole under her eye was beautifully pierced, and her words pierced her heart.

"Don't make trouble, Ruan Ruan." Mo Huiyu carried her to the sofa and put her on himself.

"Is this good? You promised my girlfriend last time. Then you can't go wrong. Will you give me a trial period? Three months. If you haven't liked me for three months, then I will never come again. Bother you, okay."

There was nothing wrong with what Mo Huiyu said. If it was a little girl who was not involved in the matter, he would really go in.

However, Ruan Xi and the current silly white sweet characters are naturally going to be in a set.

She blinked, and there were a few crystal teardrops still hanging on her eyelashes: "Then you have to talk and count, three months."

"Okay." Mo Huiyu curled his lips, an inconspicuous smile flashed under his eyes.

"The boyfriend now applies for a kiss, okay?"

Mo Huiyu didn't give Ruan Xihe a chance to speak at all, so he kissed him.

The hand pressed her harder and harder, and the kiss became deeper and deeper.

"Yeah~"

She was crushed on the sofa with her wrists clasped.