Attack of the Adorable Kid

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Moushan spit out his mouth with smoke, his eyes darkened for a moment, and looked down at An Xiaolin.

There are no slight fluctuations on Junmei's wild face, and her **** thin lips bend a ridiculous arc. "It's so ugly, can you be a host?"

Lin Wanyue, who was not far away, almost laughed.

Since she knew Mu Sihan, there are countless women who admired him, no matter how beautiful or in good shape, he is more lazy.

Anyone who dared to confess his confession was directly poisonous in the past.

An Xiaolin looked at the man leaning on the railing, who was so confused that he even spit smoke, his heart pounding, sinking directly into the valley after hearing his words.

From childhood to age, she had only been praised for being beautiful, and no one ever said that she was ugly.

She is not as beautiful and beautiful as Nanzhao, but she is tender and delicate, and is the type that many men like.

"Mu Shao ... you say I'm ugly?" An Xiaolin gently fluttered her long eyelashes, weeping, and in the past, as long as a boy saw her look, she would be soft-hearted.

Just when she thought that the man in front of him would be a little bit pitying and fragrant, he directly said in a cold voice, "Go away, don't stain my eyes."

Seeing the gloom and impatience passing in his black eyes, An Xiaolin was startled. Not afraid to stay with him for another second, she turned and ran away crying.

After An Xiaolin ran far, Moushan bombarded his fingertips with soot, and his voice was low and cold, "Come out."

Lin Wanyue walked scalp from the dark corner to the terrace, facing the man's deep and dangerous black eyes, she said with pressure, "Mu Shao, I've got the things."

Moushan drank half of the cigar and twisted it out. His long, sharp-knotted hands spread out towards Lin Wanyue, "Bring it."

Lin Wanyue handed the handkerchief to Moushan.

Although I have seen the photos of the handkerchief, when I saw the real thing, Moushan's deep pupils narrowed sharply, and the color of the fundus quickly changed from deep to dark.

For nearly a minute, he clenched his thin lips, his silhouette tight and silent.

"Where did the thing come from?" His voice sounded like ice in the cold winter moon, without the slightest temperature.

Lin Wanyue glanced at the gloomy and gloomy sky, with white flashes passing from time to time, followed by a deafening thunder.

A heavy rain is coming.

The face of the man in front of him was even more terrible than the dark night. Lin Wanyue carefully said, "The handkerchief was dropped in the locker room of the TV station and was picked up by me."

Moushan's eyes narrowed, her eyes changed.

He held the big hand of the handkerchief to increase the gravity, and his black eyes sharply looked at Lin Wanyue, "You should know how to fiddle with me in front of me!"

Looking at his dark and sharp eyes, Lin Wanyue felt only a strong sense of oppression coming in, the air around him became condensed, and even his breathing became uncomfortable.

She shook her head sincerely. "I didn't play with right and wrong. This handkerchief is really in Nan's hands. If you don't believe it, you can find her."

Moushan waved his hands coldly, "You can go."

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Nanxun washed the red wine stains on her body, dried her clothes, and took the bag out of the room.

She found a man on the terrace who looked like he was in the dark.

"Musehan ..."

Before he finished speaking, the man with his back turned to her turned abruptly, and those dark and deep eyes looked at her with a complex and deep look.

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