Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Yan Fufeng played with her little hands.

The slender fingers were dragged by his palm, and they looked particularly hot.

Nan Chimo was always paying attention, seeing Yan Fufeng's small movements, a little angry, but not to be outdone.

What kind of experience is this when the left and right hands are pinched by different men when watching a movie?

No experience is itchy.

Before Yan Fufeng was completely angry.

Ruan Xihe pulled his hands back and folded his hands on his stomach.

Such two people will not come to lead her.

It can only be said that time is really a good medicine. Ruan Xihe's guilt towards Yan Fufeng has faded a lot after three months, but the Ruoyouruuowu feeling of guilty conscience still exists.

Finally, they were sent home separately.

He sighed slightly when he went home.

If it weren't for the new product release tomorrow, Sister Wen ordered her to participate in three orders, and she would definitely run away now.

Sit on the sofa for three minutes.

"Forget it, let's run, book the nearest flight arbitrarily, let's go." After thinking about it, finally decided to run first.

"good."

After packing his luggage, he opened the door.

She faced Shang Yan Fufeng's expressionless face.

Ruan Xihe:......

He glanced at the box she was pushing, and his tone was light: "Hide from me?"

"No...no, I don't even know you."

Ruan Xihe smiled awkwardly.

"Where? I'll see you, the airport or the high-speed rail station?"

The buddha beads on his fingertips twisted very slowly, and her eyes fell on her face. When she was nervous, she would look at people intently.

"Uh, ha ha ha, how could it be!" Ruan Xihe pushed the box back a few steps.

"Gurulu." The wheel slid aside for half a meter.

The lights in the room were all off, leaving only the small spotlights in the hallway, exuding a very soft warm light.

In an instant, his facial features seemed to soften a lot.

Ruan Xihe looked in awe.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes, yes." She did want to refuse him, but when she met his eyes, Ruan Xihe couldn't say anything to refuse.

"Bang" He entered the door and closed the door by the way.

Step by step approached her.

Ruan Xihe swallowed and took a few steps back.

Until the back of the waist reached the entrance.

"You, what are you going to do."

Yan Fufeng trapped her between his arms, his tone was low and his mood was inexplicable: "Are you afraid of me?"

"Don't be afraid, I, don't I don't know you."

Yan Fufeng stared at her for a long time, and then laughed at herself suddenly: "I have been looking for you for a long time, you know, I won't hurt you, why bother to lie to me and hurt me like this."

She bit her lip, her eyes afraid to meet him.

"I know you have secrets, I don't ask, but what do you think about our relationship."

He could take her away forcefully, but she would be unhappy. While he was crushing the writhing pain in his heart, he had to take care of her emotions at the same time.

"Me." She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

He didn't force her, he just looked at her quietly and tenderly.

"Sorry, I lied to you, I am not He Xiruan, I am Ruan Xihe, I am not 23 years old, I am actually 20 years old, I am not from Xishi, I am from Nancheng..." The process of picking up the vest is novel. She is challenging Yan Fufeng's tolerance for herself, although this will hurt him to a certain extent.

He knew that her identity was fake, but there have been many forces obstructing her. He could not find out her true identity anyway. He felt happy and painful when he said these words from her mouth, and his heart was torn. The crack healed quickly.

"Sorry, uncle."

"Do you have anything real?" Yan Fufeng's hands holding the entrance trembling slightly, you pretended to be it for the past few months. Since it looks like that, why can't you pretend to be a lie to me for a lifetime.

"Yes." She stared at Yan Fufeng with serious eyes.

"what?"

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