Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Jun Xiqing.

Lu Yeming chewed the name repeatedly in his heart, his handsome eyelids were covered, and he frosted.

Go and arrest Jun Xiqing!

At this moment, one of his men hurried over and trembled, "Master, it's not good, Jun Xiqing is gone."

Lu Yeming slowly opened her deep phoenix eyes, she even slipped!

"Get a car."

"Yes."

Lu Yeming got up, his bony palms provoked a black coat and put it on his body. He pulled out his long legs and walked out the door.

He's going to get her back!

"Ye Ming." At this moment a soft waxy voice sounded in my ear.

Lu Yeming's footsteps were stagnant, and he turned around. Tang Moer was awake and was sitting on the bed.

"Ye Ming, has Qing Qing gone? Don't go and arrest her. You are already married, so don't imprison her any more and let her go."

Lu Yemingjun didn't have any emotions on his face. He said lightly, "Sister, don't worry about these things, take a good rest."

He turned.

Tang Mo'er quickly lifted the quilt and ran over. She stretched out her arms and blocked Lu Yeming in front of him. He would not let him go out. But she's just a girl. Look at her sister's face and let her go. "

Lu Yeming's deep phoenix eyes are calm and calm, but if you look closely, the bottom of his eyes is like two dangerous small vortexes accumulating, which will **** people at any time.

"Sister, I'll go out and come back soon."

He turned around and lifted his feet out.

"Ye Ming!"

Tang Moer screamed, rushed over and hugged his exquisite waist from behind, not letting him go.

She really didn't want him to hurt Qingqing.

She forbid him to go out.

The soft body at the back came up suddenly and hugged him tightly, and Lu Yeming's long body like a jade quickly became rigid.

Footsteps stopped silently.

The long fingers dangling from his side moved and curled slightly, and a few seconds later he turned around.

Tang Mo'er released him, Yingliang's clear eyes with a soft request, "Ye Ming, if you can't give Qingqing love and happiness, then let her go and give her freedom, okay? Just be your sister and ask . "

Lu Yeming is nearly 1.9 meters tall. Standing at the door, he can easily cover all the light. He looked at Tang Moer with a handsome eyelid. "Love and happiness, if I can give it, I can keep one people?"

The combed Yu Jie trembled, but Tang Moer couldn't understand what he meant for a moment.

At this moment, Lu Yeming slowly raised her hand and touched her half of her face.

His fingertips were cool, and he touched her hot little face, and the comfort was instantly felt.

Tang Mo'er felt hot and soft all over, and those two eyes were dark and sullen, and he looked up at Lu Yeming.

Lu Yeming stepped forward, and the two were leaning together, his slightly rough fingers rubbing her little face slowly.

His face like Guan Yu's Jun Yan shrinks and enlarges in Tang Moer's black and white pupils. Both of her sisters have inherited the good genes of Lu Jinwen and Lin Xuanxuan. However, in Tang Moer's eyes, she always felt that her younger brother was better than anyone.

He is the only one in the middle of 10,000 people with a thin aura of gas.

Now he rubbed her face lightly, slowly carrying a temptation, an indescribable puppet.

Tang Mo'er was not stupid. She was panicked and bewildered in her eyes.

"Ye Ming ..." she called him.

"Eh?" Lu Yeming's gaze was clinging to her small, slap-like face, and she carelessly responded.

Tang Mor's brain was chaotic, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

At that moment, his eyes were dark, and Lu Yeming bowed his head and approached her.

Tang Mor was stiff, and the distance between the two was too close.

She turned away quickly.

Lu Yeming stagnates, never bullies again.

Two small hands reached his masterful chest, and Tang Moer pushed him away.

His tall body was unmoved, and she was weak and not standing still, and she took a few steps backwards.

"Be careful."

Lu Yeming stretched out his strong arms, hugged her waist with a grip, and stabilized her.

Tang Mo'er's entire brain was buzzing, and the hot body temperature just now seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water.

She didn't know what she was thinking.

Because she never thought about it.

At this moment, when the body was volleyed, Lu Yeming lowered her waist and hugged her horizontally.

For a few walks, he put her on a soft swing bed.

Tang Mo'er wore a loose long white skirt, which fell on the delicate ankles. She had no shoes on the bed just now, and she had a pair of small jade feet.

Lu Yeming leaned down, stretched out his palm to hold the pair of small jade feet that fell outside the quilt, and then tucked it gently into the silk quilt.

Tang Moer quickly retreated.

Looking at her vigilance, Lu Yeming frowned for the sword eyebrows. It was he who was wrong. He should have been ...

"I'll go to the doctor and take your medicine."

"Doctors?"

"The naked long skirt was passive, and it was ... the strongest spring-medicine ..." Lu Yeming's voice was slightly dumb, but the intelligibility of magnetic sound was good.

The strongest spring-medicine?

Tang Mo'er felt that her temperature was burning and weak, but her body was not uncomfortable, her brain was awake, and there was no so-called "spring-medicine" reaction.

Qingqing?

Tang Moer suddenly remembered the bitter plum that Qing Qing gave her before she left. Did that bitter plum move?

Tang Moer turned around a thousand times, and was at a loss.

Qingqing has always been clever. Did she see something through it long ago? Today is her vigilance and mystery?

Tang Mo'er nibbled her delicate lower lip with fine white teeth. She wasn't sure ...

What should she do?

In Lu Yeming's drooping eyes, she saw a bite of delicate teeth marks, and her lips were watery and bounced ...

His throat was tight, and suddenly he didn't know if it was her or the medicine?

Some demons have been restrained by him very well, but now the heart is rippled and the karma is overwhelming.

This is probably the only person who can make him lose his rhythm in this world.

He turned and went out.

"Ye Ming."

Tang Moer whispered softly in his ear, his big palm was held by a small hand.

Lu Yeming stopped and looked down. He glanced at her little hand, then looked at her face.

Tang Mo'er also looked at him, her twinkling eyes twinkling like stars falling in the sky, twinkling and twinkling.

Lu Yeming slowly raised his eyebrows. "Sister, let go."

Tang Mo'er looked at him and pulled his hand tighter.

Her crimson little face, suggestive action, ignited a taboo, an unspeakable secret that had been suppressed in his heart for many years.

Rolling the knot up and down, he suddenly fell over.

He suddenly deceived, Tang Moer quickly leaned against the bedside, and the skirt of the white long skirt slipped off the swing bed, wrapped around his trousers, beautiful like a painting.