Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

She raised her head and was kissed by him, and he kissed fiercely, almost recklessly pushing her against the dark wall, the picture was a bit low.

Concho was a little intoxicated. He closed his eyes and kissed her, feeling the trembling body in his arms.

At the end of the plan, there was no resistance, but she did not respond to him.

She quietly pressed against the wall, trying to keep herself and him farther away.

She didn't want to get his breath, but his nose kept her on it, and it was inevitable.

She felt that in her pores, in her breath, all four feet were the smell of Concho, blending with hers.

After a kiss, Kang Qiao slowly opened his eyes and saw Xu Mo's eyes open, his eyes were cold.

There is no trace of emotion, nothing else.

Like the kiss just now, it was a joke, like his Concho, it was also a joke.

Kang Qiao's eyes were very dark and the light was very dark, and she could not see the meaning of his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched her face, his voice was hoarse and hoarse: "Are you not feeling me anymore?"

Xu Mo was still leaning on the wall, looking at Kang Qiao quietly, then smiled and wanted to smoke again.

Concho snatched all her cigarette cases, threw them on the ground and stepped on two feet.

"Kang Qiao, want to save me, don't be cute, you are so dark that you can't wash it clean." Xu Mo leaned lazily against the wall, tilted his head and stared at him, his red lips especially tempted in the dark .

Kang Qiao squinted at her: "Are you planning to live like a former angel and a dark queen?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Xu Mo smiled lowly, pushed him away, looked at him for two seconds, and then slowly went upstairs.

Kang Qiao was standing there, watching her thin body walk upstairs, suddenly, he said: "Xu Mo, we get married, I will take care of you."

Xu Mo's body stopped, she turned her head and looked at Tang Qiao quietly, "Kang Qiao, we are not suitable, let alone a person in the world, really don't force it."

Things that came by reluctance were not particularly good in the end.

Xu Mo went upstairs.

She is quiet and calm.

Kang Qiao was still standing where he was. He didn't know how long he stood, only that it was painful.

He knew that Xu Mo was mentally ill, but he also believed that he was a straw to suppress.

He shouldn't provoke her, she said it has nothing to do with him, but...

At this time, he seemed to have forgotten the video that put her on the Internet, only remembering her good, and forgetting how annoying she was once.

Concho stepped back a few steps, turned and sat in the car, did not leave immediately but smoked for a long time.

After about three or four cigarettes, he started the car and left.

In my heart, it has been a bit cold, unspeakable taste.

He returned to where he lived, Ruan Yun was there, obviously waiting for him.

"Why are you here so late?" Concho closed the door and said lightly.

Ruan Yun still wears the clothes from the previous dinner party, with a bit of momentum and a more aggressive feeling.

Appearing in his house like this made Kang Qiao a little uncomfortable. He went to the wine cabinet and poured a glass of wine, "Something?"

Ruan Yun walked over and hugged him from behind, with a particularly gentle voice, "Kang Qiao, are you looking for Xu Mo?"

Concho's hand paused but did not deny it.

Ruan Yun's voice was low: "Kang Qiao, are you in love with her?"