Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

But by the way, in order to be handsome and popular, he actually took a picture of Mo Yanbai and went to see a plastic surgeon, so he was similar to Mo Yanbai in many angles.

Slapped on the bridge of his nose with this slap, the silicone cushion in Alex's nose broke and pierced his skin, making him scream in pain.

In the darkness, there was a majestic cry: "Fuck" came, and Alex did not dare to resist any more, and rolled away sensibly.

Mo Yanbai's figure appeared in the light of the lights. He dusted the corner of his clothes and stretched out his hand to lift Li Qingchen.

This woman came to the bar so that he couldn't stand by and had to follow here.

Some bars are clean, and there are not many messy things, but these bars are not a good place at all, she even dared to come.

He just heard that the reason she came was that she wanted to find this plastic-surgery Alex instead to visit her grandma?

Mo Yanbai didn't know whether to say she was too kind or too stupid.

He already knew about Mrs. Mo's condition, and her heart itself was not good. With so many things happening this time, Mrs. Mo was indeed burdened a lot.

Now she is not very clear-headed. The doctor said it was a precursor to Alzheimer's. Mo Yanbai didn't know whether it was lucky or misfortune for her grandma.

"You let me go! Get out!" Li Qingchen's voice came, breaking Mo Yanbai's thoughts.

Although she was very angry, her voice was soft, and she didn't have any shocking momentum.

Just now, she inhaled the drugs used by the dancing people in the bar. At this moment, she was naturally weak. While resisting him, she couldn't help but approached him, feeling the low temperature from him, which made her feel comfortable. Be closer.

"Early morning?" Mo Yanbai patted her cheek lightly. It was obvious that she had no normal thinking anymore.

The only response to him was her faint nasal voice and the whisper from her nose. She leaned on him, wrapped her hands around his waist, her small face dangling on his chest, like a restless kitten.

Today, at Mo Yanbai's residence, she has already caused a fire once, and now it is again. How can Mo Yanbai maintain his control in front of her?

"Don't...you get out..." she whispered.

But Mo Yanbai will definitely not leave this time.

Fortunately, the bar is messy, even if he asks her here, he won't be noticed.

He lowered his head to capture her lips, bit the tender red lips, and blocked her babble.

Two people kissed in one place, entangled together, she responded to the kiss with a biting gesture, and so did he.

The two of them revolved, as if stepping on a dance step, and finally found a quiet moment in a corner.

When he filled her hard, Li Qingchen had a sense of clarity, and beat his chest: "Go away, I hate you... I hate you..."

Thinking she was crying and being violated, Mo Yanbai couldn't bear it, and whispered in her ear: "I am Mo Yanbai."

"Mo Yanbai, I hate you, I hate you..." Li Qingchen's resistance became more intense.

But her movement caused Mo Yanbai's body and heart to endure double discomfort.

Only by holding her down, sticking her to the wall fiercely, and begging her fiercely, can she stop her desperate struggle.

Her body softened, but it began to tighten again. Such a combination of pain and joy made her tired and couldn't help crying.