Newlyweds 1001 Nights: Mr. Bo’s Love Life

"Poison me ... please ... I will die ... poison me ..."

The sound was sad, and Bo Hancheng heard his jaw tighten, unable to respond.

Seeing that he was begging hard, he couldn't get a response from the man, the girl's pale face, a trance showed a trace of morbidity: "Bo Hancheng ... why don't you give me ... I hate you ... hate you ..."

Bo Hancheng can only hold the girl, and the girl's clothes under the quilt are inconspicuous, but she can't give birth to a little bit of thought.

"Little thing, it's okay! Just get through it ..."

Other than that, he had no other choice but to express other words of comfort.

"I can't get through ... would you give me a good time ... or kill me ... you killed me ... I might as well die ..."

Luo Zheng was caught in a quilt by a man, feeling that he was broken at any time, and would rather not live anymore!

Seeing this, Bo Hancheng felt a strange ache in his heart, and only murmured in a low voice: "Sorry, sister A Zheng, I'm really sorry."

If I knew that she would touch Blue Poison again, that night, Gu Family Banquet, even if he was rejuvenated, he should take her away and should not take Mu Nianqing to revenge her!

Even if he wanted to abandon her, he should wait to get rid of blue poison.

He knew how difficult it was for Blue Poison. The girl was so arrogant that she couldn't get through it. At that time she was dizzy and ignored her!

"Bo Hancheng ... is your fault ... you will not poison me ... if you do not give me ... I will never forgive you ..."

Luo Zheng's body twitched, cold sweat wet the long hair like seaweed, and his face pale and open.

Bo Hancheng still hugged her and persuaded again and again: "You must get rid of blue poison, I can't give it to you! If you hate, or forgive, it's up to you ..."

"what--"

Luo Zheng let out a hoarse scream and bowed his head to the man's shoulder with his teeth deeply embedded.

The man stood still and let the girl bite.

This is not enough. The girl was biting and biting, and she burst into tears and cried suddenly: "Brother Cheng ... I can't hold it anymore ... I can't hold it anymore ... you don't care about me ..."

Luo Zheng was not sober, but followed the subconscious mind and said a sentence.

Then she kissed the man's thin lips with her head up, and begged her lips and teeth, begging to repeat: "Help me ... help me ... okay ... brother Cheng ... pity me ..."

Words, what she thought of, weakly admitted: "I know ... I shouldn't make you angry ... It's all my fault ... You just poison me ... I can do anything ... I admit your mistake ... …Sorry……"

"Enough is enough, don't say it! Really enough, don't say Luo Zheng ..."

Suddenly, Bo Hancheng, who has been silent for a long time, can no longer listen.

Buckled the girl's chin, squeezed the kiss fiercely, blocked her lips, engulfed it completely, so that she could no longer say stinging words!

It ’s not her, it ’s him!

Looking at the girl who was supposed to be bright, he was tortured into this look, and Bo Hancheng felt a deep regret in his heart.

"Well……"

The man's kiss made Luo Zheng uncomfortable, and he didn't get any better. He turned his head and wanted to break away.

Bo Hancheng did not allow it, with her lips deeply embedded, prying open her teeth, curling her tongue ... Only in this way, she would not speak again, breaking his words.

Knowing that the girl is uncomfortable, it must be suffering every minute and second.

For a time, he could only find another way to stimulate the girl's other senses, used to offset some torture.

For example, in love.