The Lord is so Fierce: Kiss My Little Sweet Wife

The smile on the face of Tong Jiuyu, suddenly caught, not to stop the car, as for so angry?

She still wants to argue, but the eyes of the kings are too horrified, the man is sitting next to her, legs, white shirts lined with him tall tall, one is handsome, suffocating face , The five senses of the Ling Ru's car, the sexy thin lips are tight into a cold straight line, which seems to be very overbearing, and a pair of deep dark blacks is more like a fire.

It's really scary!

It is not the same as the Jiu Milu, which is nothing, because the Mo Que is directly letting the Tong Jiu Milled.

Tong Jihuang saw that there were passers-by, she reached out for help, but the other party will be disappeared!

Who dares to provoke the king?

I want to die to interfere!

"Mr. Mr., even if you don't accept my apology, you have no right to take me away!"

Tong Jihuang small hand grasped the door, and wanted to open the door and did the final struggle.

But it is invalid.

"Drive!"

The prince of the prince, the Qi Qi snorted, and the whole face was sinking.

Mo Qi reached out to take her dislocated hand.

"Ah -" Tong Jiumo is surprised, and she is painful.

She pressed his hand, but she did not feel that there was a pair of sharp swords in the top of the head and was dangerous.

This woman ... doing things is really outside his expectation.

When Tong Jiu Milou turned back, the momentum of his cold and dark scorpion, her momentum was instantly weakened, and smiled and said, "Mr. Mr. Mr., what you want to do, you tap ... pain ... "

Under the night, the street light flashed through the shadow. His face of the whole Ying Ying was in the backlight, it appeared very cold, the gas field indifferent, and the people were in a thousand miles.

"Who will stop me so boldly."

Mo Qi Jue's swordbrery is slightly, the face is cold, with the cold of hell, forced her to follow, she scared breathing.

She 165, in front of the cold king of nearly one mete-nine, petite, full of coldness, and the cold momentum.

" -"

Monastery shook her a few times, and then went back.

"Hungzhi Villa."

A command.

Young master is driving, luxurious is spacious and comfortable.

Tong Jihuang is like a needle felt, the heart is like a deer.

Inside the car, a silence.

Tong Jiimo did not move around and went to the window.

It is really afraid by this man's momentum.

Her hand is he gets whipped, but now gives her three or two times, it is really rude!

Not gentle at all!

"come!"

The strange eagle swept her glanced, and the appearance was ordered.

"Don't!"

Tong Jiu Milou grabbed the door, and the symbolic moved a few times, but did not drive the door.

Mo Jue Jueji's swordfood, the body moved, sat on her side, the long arm stretched, bringing the Tong Jiu Milled.

Tong Jiu Milou struggled, a look and he fightd, but it was not aggravated by him to push him a big arms.

"Little cute, our Master looks at you, is your blessing, follow the Mr. Youth, eat alcohol."

The drunk Ye Jingri, glanced behind, ridicule, but also blowing a whistle.

Ye Jingshi crowded with Mo Jue, laughing, a bright spring!

Mr. Master, this boy, a boy, a few years ago, I didn't have a clear relationship with Tong Jiumifa. Unfortunately, what is the relationship between Mo Jue's feeling of Tong Jiumo?

Today is the victory day of Mu Jingqing, he accompanied the Qustang to the Sea Pier.

Who is expected to worship Mu Jingqing first.