The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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Nangong Liuyun looked at Su Luo with such a gaze.

Su Luo could only wave his hand and said, "Let's say this evening... Now see Beichen Shadow them."

Seeing that Nangong Liuyun was unmoved, Sulu added another sentence: "I was just looking for you because I was eager to go, I didn't know if they were in danger."

The fear of the Soviet Union is not unreasonable.

Bei Chenying is unfamiliar with his life. He does not understand the thorns. It is easy to be seen as a flaw and is treated as a spy.

Nangong Liuyun frowned.

He bounced with his fingers and soon there was a slight noise outside the door.

Nangong Liuyun ordered a sentence, and the person disappeared without a trace.

"Is it safe now?" Nangong Liuyun's face is not good.

Su Luo smiled and sat down beside him. Shui Ling’s eyes looked at him seriously and looked at him carefully.

"See what?" The sound of Nangong Liuyun deliberately brought a bluntness.

Su's soft hand stroked the beauty of Nangong Liuyun.

The fingertips rubbed on his skin like a jelly.

The Soviet Union was full of pity and said with distress: "My Nangong is thin..."

Nangong Liuyun was originally full of anger. After hearing this sentence, the qi was unconsciously smashed down.

"Then how do you compensate me?" Nangong Liu Yun stared at her.

Su Luo smiled in his heart.

This man, there is something that I never talk about directly, every time I turn a big bend, let her take the initiative to say it.

"I personally cook, cook for you to eat?" Su Luo looked at him, not missing a little emotion on his face.

Sure enough, he was still on the face, in the next second, his eyes flashed a smug smile.

But he masked it very well.

It was just a flash of light at the bottom of the eye. If it wasn’t for the attention of the Soviet Union, it would not be noticed.

So, Su went down and cooked for him personally.

When the Soviets left, the face of Nangong Liuyun condensed in an instant.

Originally clean and jealous like a clean and flawless face, there was a slight sweat.

He leaned back on the soft couch, his face pale and bloodless, and his fist on his side gripped tightly.

So a beautiful face, but now it is crumpled because of the pain.

Just because Su was in the past, I showed that it was just as good as nothing.

However, when Su Luo left, the suppressed wounds and pains broke out in an instant, and they were fierce and fierce.

Powerful, such as the Nangong Liuyun, almost could not suppress the pain and faint.

The thin body he was lying on the soft couch had a slight tremor because of the forced suppression.

Her Majesty the Queen gave him a whiplash, but it has not healed until now.

What's more, just fighting a large group of people like the Mozu, it is to break the wound.

At this moment, Su Luo did not know that the injury of Nangong Liuyun was so serious.

In the kitchen, there is a strong smell.

Simple seven-color golden chicken porridge.

Scented and smooth, the entrance is instant, and only one glance makes the index finger move.

Su Luo prepared four simple side dishes.

The four side dishes seem to be simple, but they also cost a lot of effort to do it.

When the Soviet Union rushed back to the original hall with a tray, it found that Nangong Liuyun was not there.

The hall is large, at least 5,000 square meters.

There are also many rooms.

Su Luo shouted and looked for.

It's not that she doesn't need black communication, but the coverage of the black communication port, not arriving here.