How did she behave? How can you misunderstand a man by acting like it?

"It's really upset? Then why did you hang up so quickly and didn't kiss me?" He had always brooded about Qiao Yimo's indifferent attitude a few days ago.

As a result, I felt that I was sleeping well and my mind didn't change, so I was fooled by that group of "wild organizations".

Hearing what the man said, Qiao Yimo laughed outrageously.

The corner of her mouth bends, "Of course I have something, so...I ignore you!" Then she lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry!"

This sentence of sorry contains too much meaning.

Suddenly, Leng Tiong became flustered, and he hugged Qiao Yimo's body again, excited with a smile, "Don't say these three words, as long as you don't dislike me!"

"No...I don't dislike you, I like you!" Qiao Yimo interrupted him, his eyebrows bend, warmly.

In the next second, her pink lips were directly sealed by cold fatigue.

Lingering and sweetly entangled a lot.

It is sweet, sweeter than honey.

"I like you too!" Leng Juo gasped, spraying on Qiao Yimo's delicate little face.

Qiao Yimo trembled with a gust of heat, hugging the man's waist, in an unclear tone, "If one day you find out that I'm hiding a lot of things from you, would you hate me?"

She was afraid that if one day he said that she was a member of the MX organization, he would hate her.

But she was also afraid, he knew she was a member of the MX organization, and he helped her.

"It depends on what you are hiding from me." The man's phoenix eyes picked up, and his deep eyes were a bit of inquiry.

Qiao Yimo was stunned.

Sure enough, a person like her is suitable for a person's life.

Because there are too many things, she can't say.

Leng Juan looked at Qiao Yimo's stiff expression, the corners of his mouth were hooked, his eyebrows were a little confused, and his tone was playful: "As long as you like me, this thing is true, everything else is good!"

Hearing this, Qiao Yimo smiled, as if something was flowing in his heart.

She hugged the man's neck, her pink lips severely covered the man's thin lips.

Leng Tiong's eyes burst into laughter, and he is extremely petting.

He moved slightly, but was suppressed by Qiao Yimo, only to smell her extremely cold and small voice, "Don't move!"

There was a pain in the man's lips, but she didn't let go of her until the two people tasted the smell of blood, she slowly withdrew, but looked at him with low eyes, not smiling.

"It's true that I like you!"

Leng Juo watched that her pink lips were already stained with bright red blood at this time, and under the dim light, they looked extremely sexy and seductive.

Just when I wanted to go further, someone knocked on the door outside.

Qiao Yimo narrowed his eyes, reacted, and then immediately withdrew from the man's arms.

"Master Tired, the snack for Miss Qiao is ready!" The servant outside said politely and respectfully.

"Come in!" The man's voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of afterthought.

The servant was stunned. The attitude of Master Tiong is too different from that before going upstairs........

Changing faces is faster than women.

When the servant came in, Qiao Yimo was already sitting on the bed and playing with his mobile phone, looking cold and innocent.

"Let it go!" Leng tired said.

"Yes, Lord Tired!"

After the servant left, Qiao Yimo blushed and started to drive people, "You go take a shower, don't sit on my bed!"

"You still think I'm dirty?" Leng Tiong was a bit amused, "Who just pulled my neck and kissed me?"

Qiao Yimo raised his eyes and looked around.

Who is it?

She doesn't know!

Seeing Qiao Yimo's innocent look, the man laughed angrily.

He got up and rubbed her head, his deep eyes seemed to hide everything in the universe, and his tone was so spoiled that he drowned, "Eat more!"

After speaking, he left with his suit jacket.

Before leaving, he closed the door carefully.

Qiao Yimo looked at the closed door, blushing, and then buried his head on the pillow.

She touched her ravaged pink lips, her face looked unbelievable. JrNovels.com